E & I EXCLUSIVE - theatrical role ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK PHALLUS ...

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The computer screen flickered to animation with the icon of a blaze sun. A small legend appeared in the abject left quoin of the concealment :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Negroid Phallus / Label : E & I disc ”.

There is no euphony at first, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar strand. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hoodlum. Finally, the car's engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle gash to the Department of the Interior of the car, showing a tweed folk. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his position. Sitting in the backbone seat, reading a college predilection pamphlet, is their fairly white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An belligerent rap rhythm can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The daughter looks up from her leaflet and sees that their car is pulling of to the position of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't flavor happy either.

The married man gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his manus and prancing around the presence of the car. Again, the heights schoolhouse alumna rolls her eye, but then she looks down at her MP3 musician, then at her prison cell speech sound. She picks up her mobile phone speech sound and starts entering a sound number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the nominal head seat, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand strike mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cadre. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE diversionist"on its silver screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her caput. The girl tilts her heading at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in movement of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head and again offering mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The family now has all the car doorway open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white chassis. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the girl is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a windlass drives up beside the syndicate and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"White River KUNTZ ruination ”. The door opens and a large blackened mechanic gets out. The medicine for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap cadence, the Lapplander one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The dark mechanic is tall and very mesomorphic, wearing some loose correspond jeans and a tight tee. The girl watches him walk toward the family car and grin. girl slowly rolls off the car hoodlum as her Padre and mother get out of the car to recognize the mechanic. The husband opens the goon and tries to examine the engine again, but the predominate smutty auto-mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in straw man of the car.

The shop mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her chief, clutching the car's punk and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The studhorse grin, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her ample breasts and her Bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how lots pelt she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the car-mechanic and bites her low lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the behind hem of the blouse up, tying the forepart bed of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the girl, admiring the curve of her soaked little ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girlfriend's petite underdrawers, over her flat tan belly, her business firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice dreary eyes. The stud makes eye physical contact with the girl, making sure 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 sizable segmentation enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil Reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the locomotive, making for certain to make a couple of additional suggestive poking as he drives it menage. The mother pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully unmindful to all of this.

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

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

The automobile mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his hefty black weaponry, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his nighttime, powerful body, rippling with muscles. Mom's big aristocratic eyes widen. Daughter licks her brim, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the grease monkey takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the automobile mechanic's scoop and sees the span of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The machinist looks the engine over and shake up his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to function his hook and winch. The mechanic crimp down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscular tissue flex, the perspiration making his shameful skin radiancy in the sunlight. 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 walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with encompassing centre and rhapsodic attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belted ammunition. With one swift apparent motion, he yanks the belted ammunition from his pant and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband leap in fright and covers his head for trade protection. As this happens, the tv camera Angle changes to show the opprobrious grease monkey 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 mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his sloppy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any witness of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's tool. The camera returns to the previous camera slant within a second, and the machinist is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt ammunition's randomness, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

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

The mechanic fold down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purpose of the music TV. The mechanic activates the windlass, lifting the movement of the car from the route, then apparent movement for the family to conjoin him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the rider threshold for the sept, helping the girl up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench posterior, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her rung ass a little push up into the buns. next, the husband climbs into the cab and the grease monkey leaves him to take away care of himself. The automobile mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climb up up into the driver's seat, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is manifest 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 forfend an out or keeping situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the daughter. The married woman declines the whirl, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic's broad black expression. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, sinister body. The automobile mechanic starts the truck and begins to push back as the Theodore Harold White teen wriggle and giggles in his lap. The words continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
Call me for a startle and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU cry THE tow truck !"

The husband and father facial expression ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the smuggled mechanic's lap. The car-mechanic moves his head left and right wing, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The girl continues to writhe in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her psyche resting on one of his broad dark shoulders. The mechanic glance downward, getting a bird's eye survey of the teenage daughter's sizeable white cleavage. The grease monkey seems to let trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the motortruck's position mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the motortruck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic leer briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting future to him. A smiling slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the machinist slams the brake system. The girl in his lap clutches the splasher and the driver's arm to proceed from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the phratry's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough elbow room in the cab for him to motor safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud poker's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding blackened stranger. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange whiny feeling, the hubby glimpse again at the mechanic and his daughter, the married woman following his gaze. The married man furrows his brow in worry, and the wife grin at him, as if to state him that she won't let anything uncomely happen to their daughter. The husband takes a oceanic abyss, overdraw breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench derriere, indicating the wife should scud over and gain way for their daughter to get out of the auto-mechanic's lap.

"So if you just nobble up your punk,
I can fix you real good."

As the married man gets into the mob car's driver's tush, 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 backside. The machinist begins to repulse away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large rear windowpane of the truck cab. A care flavor weirdo across the husband's font as he sees that in spite of the extra way in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very rough in drive in the towed family car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is cognisant of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's workbench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the shop mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his wife's face shows distress and fright ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck device driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the nerve center of the bench and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the deep in thought spectacles, 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 blazonry. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the car-mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far English of the hand truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At inaugural, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to keep her back. The married man 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 girl seize her hands and strength them down, under the motortruck's nates window, out of view. The husband looks at his girl, a unknown puckish smile is on her face. She is not trying to rise over her female parent to get back into the automobile mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to crowd her mother closer to the mechanic. The married man lookout man, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her finisher to the car-mechanic and bearer her manpower 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 married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the Logos"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her capitulum down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's tush window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waving at her don. She then sustain her hand up, palms 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 movement of her sass, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The married man doesn't quite see and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her sass. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the melanise mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her publicise white ass and realizes that she has shed her short and pantie ! The founder watches, mouth love feast, as his daughter climbs back in figurehead of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the car 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 actual man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I'M A tow truck !"

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty bloodless wife looking at him from the rear window of the hand truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her wan blue center full-of-the-moon of compassion ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it out-of-doors, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the married woman's blouse flies out the window and up into the undimmed desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring fingerbreadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her Andrew D. White hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car motor horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one last prison term, blowing him a buss with one bridge player and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switching. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the main road at seventy Swedish mile an hour, with a gaudy crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a rubber stop as he watches the wrecker effort off into the aloofness, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The TV ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 numeral and the slogan ..."Call the WRECKER !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower berth turning point of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : total darkness Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

Two high schooltime seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring simple at the computer silver screen. She was the more innocent of the two miss. Like her best Friend Lauren, Becky was xviii and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with tenacious red pilus, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge deck of her nozzle."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky davenport wasn't Amish, though her kinsperson was very spiritual. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended Christian church meeting twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older babe Sarah had been raised with buttoned-down Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use contaminate language, enjoy ‘ unfitting entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the family. Her parents had abstruse fear about the fact that Becky had done thing like haggard mid-riff stripping teetotum to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with luck of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tiptop covered more skin than did near of the other top worn by her equal. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three time Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost rails of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in venom of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbolisation of her promise to her family that she would stay on a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as dotty as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap euphony, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"black Phallus ”. The birdcall were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the net, but had some difficulty. The few liaison that she found for"blackamoor member"MP3s were frequently located on smut 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 placement. Shirley Temple Black penis CD's seemed impossible to find in topical anaesthetic music storehouse, so Becky had to fix do with the MP3s that she got from her protagonist. Some of the miss at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and pulse made her want to trip the light fantastic toe. What she didn't reference to her rummy acquaintance was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the ripe climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her booster Lauren came over to jaw, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"natural state huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it clear you question if the rumors are reliable ..."

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

"The rumor about their Sung dynasty being based on actual events."Lauren said casually."A mom and daughter together ! Can you opine what kind of guy would draw out that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

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

Lauren didn't seem to remark Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the solely video they have available for download. The site 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 middle widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her eyes."So total darkness member 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 common eyes widened. She was stunned."No. Sarah… Sarah didn't severalise me !"

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

Lauren nodded towards a few photo of celebrities on Becky's rampart, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated telecasting diary keeper Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met renown at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a twosome of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP crack to the studio.

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

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

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus."Still, Becky's judgment was reeling from all she was learning from her admirer, and the thought process of possibly meeting Negroid 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 program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and mouth about their music being so popular in the social club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're nervous to go on television for a ‘ resilient no-holds barred, undivided audience and appearance America and the rest of the humankind 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 site says the interview will be populate and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view form of raft. There's supposed to be some sort of streaming video thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

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

Lauren continued."The site said that lightlessness Phallus is planning to depict some of their other medicine videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"diversionist"video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how a good deal blue the blackamoor Phallus medicine telecasting could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her creative thinker began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might realize their music TV. The thought of seeing erotic picture unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another social occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's chronicle of orgies and sex party that the rappers supposedly threw on duty tour, or in recording studio, or on the film set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded gild. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagery. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

"So,"Lauren asked,"Do you require to fare ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could total over to my station that night, quietus over and watch the consultation on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes ? What do you imagine ?"

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

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

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In the two years since her college graduation exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of about recognized and respected Loretta Young women in American television news media. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest grievance of anybody in the tidy sum communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable tidings electronic network. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her rawness made her remuneration low-priced. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless White complexion, dazzling smile, and big downcast eyes. Her beautiful side was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Sami sentence had a kind of diffuse huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'side, ‘ not-so-innocent'vocalism, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news show written report. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a family name. Before long, her picture graced the top of lots of magazines, and she received many lucrative go for modeling and advertizement work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her show. Money and photograph were confident, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and make for down her young image, and began to lop a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff uncovering shirts, Jessica began wearing designer courting in coloured colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the culture medium, including her own mesh, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on lighter, fluffy, entertainment news show. On top of that, in nastiness of the fact that her presence had increased the network's paygrade ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the several mold and advertising offering that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to talk terms for more money and more than say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more than in-depth consultation, with jumpy, more controversial fame. The network however, being rather Conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the offspring ‘ amusement newswriter ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could give up, and seek greener pastures, 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-run memory. With her husband nightstick out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the thought of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a phone call from a match meshing, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the boniface of a news program program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a hefty new earnings, Jessica would get a personal supporter and perhaps eventually a good staff at her garbage disposal. What's more, becoming the chief anchor of a display would give Jessica the opportunity to propose floor thought, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment frame. It was still technically ‘ only'an amusement news political program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that theme because the completely network was dedicated to covering the entertainment diligence. There was niggling risk in taking the job. The web was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentive were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to charter her husband, billy club, for a easygoing job with their web. That clinched it. Jessica could secern that this mesh, unlike her current employer, would open her the treat her like the worthful asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, top executive web amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and spring chicken markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an high-strung vernal double, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented staff to support that prototype. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that fateful males seemed to comprise the legal age of the foreman administrator staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive electronic network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a poof. She always had sassy fruit and bottled Caribbean spring urine in her fecundation room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite highschool. The alone thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex lifespan. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, billy goat seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a levelheaded supply of bottled water in his authority, but unlike his wife, nightstick was not glad at KNEN. get-go 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 ‘ well-off'since his usage was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. nightstick hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many inkiness ! Billy had always thought of total darkness as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his stave, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working recent nights, doing the work that he was ineffective to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his executive program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to severalise Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to require sex almost every Nox, and billystick's exhaustion and emphasis kept him from keeping up with her demand. He hadn't been able to make love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the relocation to KNEN six calendar month ago. Billy knew that he was the exclusively matter that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her married man's sudden lack of stake in her torso ... confused, saddened, and unsated. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to rule, she didn't have time to notice out what the problem was. There were other topic on her mind. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap group,"Shirley Temple Black penis ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the order circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio receiver or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyrics created epitome of utmost vehemence. What was unusual was that Shirley Temple Black Phallus's language weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to give up any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music television channels refused to air the television without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Shirley Temple Black Phallus television were never aired. They didn't even make their TV available on their own internet site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the arguing and unavailability of their music, the grouping had managed to go very pop in underground lot, and beginning to have an shock on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television set political platform, and news network remotely connected with the amusement manufacture wanted an consultation, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the unsufferable. total darkness genus Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the understanding with the chemical group had been reached after calendar week of panoptic, hidden negotiations with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after calendar week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to carry the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best prospect to render that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As shake as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly uneasy about the consultation. Aside from this being her first major ‘ intelligence'interview, she'd had very small time to do any research on the group. data was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of problem tracking down a transcript of the group's CD and picture, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and concord that KNEN had been forced to establish, before the controversial grouping would tally to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap radical, a hold out studio performance, and the right field to show any or all of the never-before-seen medicine videos that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the chemical group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime quantity fourth dimension'even to"pitch blackness Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the euphony videos. Further, the radical also wanted their own engineers to man studio's equipment, so that often of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be portray. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyric and political views, the chemical group insisted on supererogatory security measures measures, including security department control of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight docket. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable system news program network, KNEN was in a position to fill the chemical group's demands. The major sticking tip the network had supposedly had was the censorship outcome. To quash any possible FCC salacity violations and issues, the mesh had suggested the theme of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ potential denotative content'warning that the mental object may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other viewing audience ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members department of KNEN's site, and Black Phallus's website, with the same lewdness admonition. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial radical an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some kind of steep publicity stunt. Even if the nullify FCC mulct, they risked millions of dollars worth of lawsuits and presenter losses. In bitchiness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the undivided interview would be worth the endangerment involved. So it was that all of the group 's stipulation were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the official narration of how the mass was reached.

The truth was that both Black phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon mogul's Ebony & off-white endeavor, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of sealed reporters, the only consultation that blackamoor Phallus would be able-bodied to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major agendum, the sexual dominance of black men over blanched adult female. For the most character, E & I controlled byplay were very pernicious in their procession of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to enhance Joseph Black men's physique and intimate power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost indocile intimate arousal in cleaning lady, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the eld E & I had used these chemical to quietly conquer person women and even unharmed businesses, and then use them to acquire interracial porn or other materials to supercharge E & I's agenda. For security use, none of the apparently ‘ logical'clientele that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's order of business. The just joining between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's docket by releasing sexually denotative rap medicine, with mixed root word. The plan was that the furious young black male person and disaffected whiten youths that listened to rap music would discover this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Black male person would go more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue intimate encounters with blanched women. White Male would begin to see black male person as intimate Lake Superior, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small member. flannel girls who heard the music would get to see white males as unworthy and black male person as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Negroid phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced opprobrious men, percentage of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every birdsong on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of black men, and subverting white Male sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the intimate alpha males of the homo subspecies. As such, lightlessness males had the right to jazz and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even espouse charwoman, and especially white char. What better way to bear witness their claim than by seducing a beloved, matrimonial American language picture on television ? So it was that Black Phallus's first single interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah davenport smiled as she poked her head around her gaffer 's surface office door ; `` I have those unedited transcript of the"Negroid Phallus"CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her unseasoned helper and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a heap of documents on the left hand of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the text file stack. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glimpse, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a prominent bow or palm. She dressed conservatively, wearing night color, buttoned-up apprehension, and a rather unfashionable style of chalk. Although she might bear behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and name were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a endorse thought process though, as she was very buttoned-down and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite promising, with an first-class disposition and a bent for anticipating Jessica 's motive. They had formed a close, sister-like attachment in the few months they'd worked together. They were on number one name terms, though Sarah thought it important to consult to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything LE might sabotage Jessica's confidence, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to wee-wee sure she never harmed Jessica's calling that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in defeat for lots of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious missy and never swore. She never used the Almighty's gens in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sigh, groan, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde help smiled weakly. She felt favorable 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 livelihood ... those big cat messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to work on it while you're at your group meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about clock time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black penis is tomorrow dark ? Some of their representatives are coming by to crack out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal aid 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 sift grammatical construction on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a couple of their manufacturer. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her supporter 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important putsch for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave nerve, twinkle them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these chemical group are, it's probably all just a crowd of shock value hype and image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been ineffectual to acquire transcript until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big word as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the initiative fracture at the story. The group had only had a couple of even dislodge to consecrate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two daytime !"

The story about Black Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The very cause that Jessica was being limited to two years of research clip was a security precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was little or no chance for her to find out a connecter between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by error, but she called me the early Nox and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that Night ! As if I would be a political party to her hearing to that foulness ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to gather these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the frail negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP node in the studio that night. Security is going to be duplicate tight when these hombre are here, and the mathematical group will have their own security measure 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 thing are supposedly almost adult. I don't want my sister seeing that nastiness, or meeting those creeps. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped scupper her to any more of that vulgarism !"

"It's probably for the respectable you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that group's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to admit Andrew Dickson White female person age 18 to 25."

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's arrangement with Joseph Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual act during the whole broadcast. In fact, the unhurt broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exclusion of the mature content disclaimer and a handwriting full of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to get it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guaranty of the nature of the programme's content. Anything and everything that happens on tv camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The electronic network warned me that they might try and tear something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimer in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored tv broadcast would give these guys the gross opportunity to stage a very seeable stunt. The chief assured me that I won't be in any real risk, so they asked me to play along for as prospicient as I could. ``

Like the study about lightlessness Phallus's throttle accessibility, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disavowal, would earmark them to broadcast sexually explicit music TV, free of FCC interposition. Of course, it would admit them to broadcast any sexually denotative content ... not just from the euphony 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 recording sale of that very broadcast !

"And you're O.K. 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 accuracy was, she was a little upset, but was forcing herself to stay on lull."But I'm a pro journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the initiatory IN-DEPTH audience with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a grouping this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't care, I'm KNEN's principal reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any impairment ! ``

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

"Your parents and little babe are favorable 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 participation ring ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to interchange the subject from those unspeakable lightlessness rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the gang. It was not a typical meshing banding. It was a stunning family heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum circle was etched and inlaid with a ticklish amber shape. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kin ?"

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

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

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

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

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily stamp down since her teenage yr had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was uneasy to yield herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few months. She would get hated to founder in to her impulse so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to catch some Z's thinking about her marriage ceremony night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been hard for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind vagabondage to her Holocene epoch desires and recently frequent view of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be unsound for Brad. As difficult 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 man and wife. I'm not having sex before married couple because I believe its amiss. The only intellect Brad's not having sex before wedlock is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really 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 same sauceboat right now with Billy."Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her husband's impotence.

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her supercilium in mix-up."What did you say ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the get together could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office staff today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to chance re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy's powerlessness had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to adopt that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guys from Onyx 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 live ! result any questions they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. OK ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite unaired, working together in their few month and long minute at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a heavy career, and a nifty marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small office, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for a lot of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to wreak, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her information processing system when there was a roast at her doorway.

Sarah opened the door to discover two very enceinte, very powerful, very black gentlemen towering in straw man of her. One wore a black wooing, the former was wearing a silky black shirt and sloppy pants getup, almost like pajamas. He also wore a couplet of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chemical chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistance but witness both of the men very handsome. In accession to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their peel was a flawless, productive, warm, deep brown brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

"self-justification 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 Green eyes darting from one dark font to the former. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the conventionalized sunglass he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an uneasy silence until the man in the suit finally spoke.

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

"YES ! right wing ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange deportment. She suddenly felt that companion lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last twosome of month. What was coming over her ? There was an clumsy muteness while Sarah tried to pull together her sentiment. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her meshing ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant star slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's bantam white hand in his giant star black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the halo on her finger ... at least 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 search 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 hired hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his impregnable finger's breadth while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her tintinnabulation ... The three were silent for several secondment before Sarah worked up the mettle to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eye off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her deal.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to show you guys around the studio. Is there anything in item 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 elucidation."What is it that you need me to point you ?"

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make up sure everything you have is compatible with Black member's needs, for tomorrow dark's studio apartment performance."

"Certainly…"Sarah croaked."I'm sure you'll find everything you need here. If not, I'll be well-chosen to try and gratify any request you might have."

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

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

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her berth,"I have a turgid piece of paraphernalia that I need you to help oneself me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can enumerate on your complete co-operation."

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

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his boastfully disastrous hands on either side of Sarah's soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the room access closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the billet that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Negroid genus Phallus"videos arse. She picked up the box with the video recording and was walking past times Sarah's office door, and heard the apparent strait of her young supporter moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her psyche and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No dubiousness, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were familiar, and researching Black Phallus's sexually expressed words had only heightened Jessica's sexual tensity. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her long for a screw that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing billystick stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her head and started to flip through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the room access close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another wow of pleasance erupted from Sarah Davenport's place !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the lot. The place was a mess. written document had been thrown around the way. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much worry throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in art object on the level. On Sarah's desk, in property of the chuck out electronic computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of bleak and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Saviour FUCKING Jesus of Nazareth ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the monolithic black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal ovalbumin twat. She would take in been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted tomentum and a pair of fogged-up drinking glass on her pretty tweed face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her cautious clothing, was now covered only by a thin bed of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was turn away over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his put up dim cock between Sarah's full, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick black jibe, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swell up black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big calamitous in the sunglasses ( whose gens Sarah still didn't know ) had his big inkiness hands on her tiny Caucasian waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after column inch of his massive dim peter into the jolly white assistant.

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

"OH dearest nookie GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Jesus Christ ... FUCK ME ... fucking ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the cobbler's last few hours ...

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

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless rivet asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to lie with THIS pussy that I'm piece of ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG nigger pecker ?

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

"Four long time WHAT ?"the smutty demanded.

"quartet ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it ask us for US to get our big shameful cocks in you ? Four bit ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the disgraceful in the shades increased the tread of his push."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... yr !"she gasped.

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

As the Joseph Black laughed at their own joke dubiousness, Sarah davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of coming. She had waited xxiv years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big black turncock bottomed-out in her neck ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a virgin ... saved ... myself for ... 20 ... five days ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six month to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... blackness ... shaft !"

"LOUDER gripe !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your cunt while you scream that shit ! !"

"OH nooky YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiacal theme she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG total darkness peter ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black scantling fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her sass and tit. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first duncish jet plane of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white side. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless studhorse's pecker shooting its hot, potent ejaculate into her no-longer virtuous white pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black he-man threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a mo before she rose on weak wooden leg and surveyed the pandemonium of her place. She saw a exposure of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the story. She stared at her Sister's smiling expression. She thought about how Becky was so heroic to meet the Black Phallus doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the next Nox. Then she thought about what would materialise 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 security department wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new friends'design, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio apartment that Night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.

Sarah picked up her sound, laying on the floor with the receiving system off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnection button, and punched in a headphone bit. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologise. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a instant. 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 topic of hours."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black person penis that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was incorrectly about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP passing but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can decree it on pay-per-view or sentry online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

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

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been menage for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on planet, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rare that he ever got menage before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take advantage of the sentence alone by trying to get his putz up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some electronic network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a piddling divest tantalization for him, slowly taking off her line of work attire and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the boldness and giving his dick a gentle squeeze play. Soft and gimp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the sleeping accommodation. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on her interview doubt and enquiry. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her estimator and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over query again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the medicine telecasting. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her metre as best she could. She looked at the data track listing on the CD, and marked the trail that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and view their videos later, thus saving a short time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a twain of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take preeminence on the lyric. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd record some lyrics from some of the song, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music TV. Every single song on the album was sexually expressed. It wasn't just a collection of bad actor's line though. The birdcall on"Only Natural"described detailed number of sex. More specifically, the birdsong were all about black men having sex with livid women, all kinds of white women ; vernal, older, unmarried, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even Sir Thomas More shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The radical contended that all of the Song dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shameful call, considering the stories told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the news report that the songs told.

This starting time song was called"Size DOE Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's honest, SIZE DOES subject !"It was about all the stereotype of shameful men and abnormally bombastic penises. The song underscored the wholly philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every cartroad on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a farcical myth.

"fixture"was about a opprobrious story projection in a college class, where whitened students had to turn ‘ slaves'for sinister scholarly person for two weeks. The white female students end up becoming sex slaves for pitch-dark men, while the white manful students were forced to watch. At number 1, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the extortionate story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about raceway relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black residential district. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the hideous stories the call told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the Sung dynasty seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the birdsong must intended as some kind of racial caustic remark, and that the ‘ true up story'claims were just component of the act, made to father controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the Song dynasty were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the account of a lily-white man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the preconception fright that whitened people have of livelihood in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban highschool school day that has to conform to an influx of African-American scholar when an inner city school closes. The PTA protests that the proportion of pupil to teacher will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white schooltime. The song goes on to depict how the black Male seniors seduce all the Edward D. White girls and the hot flannel teacher. Jessica again saw this Song dynasty as an exploitation of racist fears and social input on white-hot flying from the privileged city.

"Big Boss Man"told the write up of a Theodore Harold White man vying for a forwarding. He invites his black party boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the Bos meets his employee's sexy Andrew Dickson White wife, he tells the distich that he'll leave her hubby the packaging, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the white married woman on the dinner party table, not bothering to eat any of the intellectual nourishment or clear the tabular array first. The succeeding calendar week, the chief gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to have it away ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to quit approving action.

"heart peg"was about a white college cheerleading police squad throwing a triumph orgy for the black hoops squad. There was a ‘ humorous'bend at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival shoal's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high schooltime and college. Jessica was uncertain what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the thought of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric language to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the euphony itself was quite well. The heavy bass rhythm method were strong and coursed through her trunk, making her neediness to dance, or at least relocation with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.

Jessica let the steady, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long metre since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a petty stimulate. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The words barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the musical rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the medicine that she missed the fact that the next vocal was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Wood atomic reactor '', the adjacent track, was an even more humorous song than the premature ones. Using music samples from the old sappy honey birdcall,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'get-go child. When the baby is born, its lightlessness, and the hubby discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"Dear bathroom"was about a egg white female child writing a break-up varsity letter to her high-school afters heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young white wife"to stimulate a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to exact a disastrous lover !

"The wrecker"is about a household on vacation when their car prison-breaking down. A melanise 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 livid womanhood who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist gabardine college girl who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's occasion with a black man. The pitch-black man moves into the planetary house and has to aver his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her Church Father for him.

"Man Of The theater"told the tale of a smutty drifter who is taken in by a dependable Christian conservative family, and how within a week he seduced both of the kinsperson's twin girl. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both young lady at once, the founding father is outraged, but the married woman is so turned on she joins in !

The last track was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the medicine so lots that she failed to detect that this birdsong was featured in one of her music picture, and that she'd intended to skip it. The Sung dynasty underscored the ism of mordant male intimate transcendence and strength, from the angle of ‘ natural selection ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to multiply any charwoman they wanted. The song contended that late down, every fair sex knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every cleaning lady, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by nigrify men. It was ‘ only lifelike ’.

By the end of the death track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire dead body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Black phallus"had aroused her. She needed truncheon, 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 hand down the straw man of his pants… zilch. She gently bit his ear lobe. billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back snag. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her government agency, unsure of what to do with herself. Her question was swimming with confusion…and lustfulness. She glanced at her enquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the statute title that attracted her attending earlier… something called"Stanford White nuptials, Blacked Brigid ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music video recording into her computing device. Not wanting to heat Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the data processor and sat down at her desk to watch the video recording. Within seconds, the heavy buffeting of the bass coursed through her consistence, again igniting a fervour that no cold shower bath was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eye locked onto the CRT screen as the first look-alike flickered to biography. What happened following was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"egg white wedding ceremony, Blacked Brides"euphony telecasting seemed to be a serial of vignettes about bride ditching their hostler on their wedding day, so they could be with blackened men. The TV opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass part beat, and a female chorus chiming the intelligence"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a funnies club, perfect with provocative alien dancers. The background were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all immature White person charwoman, wearing assorted lean turnout evocative of a bridal theme. All the young woman were slender, with full breasts and long, shiny hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sorting, lily-white high-heels, and some lean blanched lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and scanty. Another girl, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, Caucasian satin mitt. A third young lady, a Aythya americana, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a supporter smash and fishing net stockings. The other young woman in the background signal were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip golf club. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a full-bodied, dismal mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the fille danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polish brown rod, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big blue middle directly into the camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do Negroid Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to pretend notes about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became apparent that this television, unlike the others, had almost no lyric poem. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The solitary lyric poem came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Joseph Black Men, And Only total darkness Men '' !

The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the St. Bridget as the dancer that had closed the preceding fit. As the music continued, the photographic camera shot showed that the Bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the undecomposed man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The St. Bridget smiles adoringly, looking into the knocker 's face. The scantling runs his natural language over his lip slowly, the Brigid nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene modification to the sunny exterior of the church as the St. Bridget and ostler emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the marriage ceremony node. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can wax in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A boastfully black hand reaches out, and closes the threshold. The groom and the wedding Edgar Albert Guest stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the dorsum. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love 's bare opprobrious legs. She is apparently giving him unwritten sex. Her mind tail up and down in his lap, and blonde braid and veil bounce gently with her bowel movement. Her head bobtail are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's prickle when she saw that tantrum. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the origination and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the activeness on the blind, and the steady pulse of the freshwater bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the filmdom, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groin.

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

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This prison term, the setting is a turgid and expensive looking reception student residence. It 's a different wedding, with a different groom, and this time the Bridget is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the receipt line, greeting their guest. A large mordant man comes up to the Saint Bridget and grin seductively, taking her hired man and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his turgid 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 hand on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the calamitous man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's brass and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guest stare in shock, the black studhorse picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her sweetness over his broad shoulder and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the corsage and a look around confused ... then sees another melanize stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her mitt, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black macho-man ! The posy falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Black Men, And Only Shirley Temple Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her slackness ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in sentence with the music. It was such a natural reaction, she didn't even notification she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the side by side vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this somewhat white St. Bridget dancing with her groom. A pitch-black stud walks up behind the hostler, staring at the pretty Bridget lustfully. The stud poker, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the berm and indicates that he would wish to trip the light fantastic with the bride. The stableboy seems to object at first, but the St. Brigid smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The Negroid stud pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black macho-man smile ... There is another cut, this time to a all-inclusive injection of the dance floor, full moon of social dancer. We see the bridegroom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dancing base. The tv camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a tight up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge Edward Douglas White Jr. doll hitched up around her shank, while the sinister stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in metre with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diary keeper in the replete throws of Passion of Christ, so rapturous with the video that she was barely mindful of her own existence… let alone cognizant of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video recording ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her professorship, frantically rubbing her snatch while watching the action at law unfold. Her nimble white finger probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her garden pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay put open and focus on the legal action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next sketch played ... and the next ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the Same ... a beautiful white bride ditches her blank groom for some grim stud.

We see a egg white Saint Bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding patty. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a snack of patty. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white icing off her groom's digit. Then she holds up a firearm of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his bar, she shoves it into his face. While the ostler is wiping frosting out of his heart, the inkiness waiter whisks the Bride and the cake out of receipt hall and into the kitchen ... with the pitch blackness kitchen faculty stare at the pair hungrily. The shaft gash to the Bride's expensive white dress lying in a flock on the foul kitchen level. The tv camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of gabardine bar ice. She writhes in Adam as respective pair of declamatory black hands smear more cake frosting all over her milky whitened tegument. The camera circles the table as a orotund, half-naked black men surround the writhing whitened bride and get down licking the frosting off her naked consistency. The camera stops between the bride's peg ... but the horizon of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald-headed straits ! She rests her white mitt, with its shining marriage ceremony ring, on the bleak man's barefaced school principal !

Another sketch shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her ostler. The stableman is talking to his skilful man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Saint Bridget. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Holy Scripture to her husband, the Brigid gets up and follows her Bride's maid out of the room, down the residence, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride grin and spell to the bride's maidservant who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink frock. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the feast room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the Charles Martin Hall ... briefly making eye striking. He waves for her to follow back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the door behind her ! The television camera shows various prompt cuts of hands ( bootleg men's hands and white-hot womanhood's workforce ) ripping the lily-white gown from the St. Bride's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a St. Bridget adjusting her head covering in front of a mirror. The door of her fertilisation elbow room opens. She turns to see a good-looking black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the pin-up flannel girl. An enormous gibbousness rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the St. Bridget's oculus widen and she smiles and rosiness. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the medical dressing way. We cut to wedding party in the presence of the Christian church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the observance. A beautiful charwoman, presumably the bride's mother, manner of walking to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks undecided to reveal her beautiful white daughter on her stifle ( back to the photographic camera ) kneel in front of a bleak man in her full bridal nightie ! The female parent stares for a moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the threshold grabs her and drags her into the room.

This succeeding vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the door of her honeymoon cortege. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should waitress, and that he wants to take a exhibitor outset. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the privy. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a gratuitous bottle of champagne. The bride smile and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the stableman is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black studhorse looks at the close up bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's soundbox, ending on her beautiful typeface ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her downcast lip and shuffling her feet under her wearing apparel.

The next shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the hostler coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the focal point of the camera, and his jaw drib. The tv camera pulls back ... now we see the stableman in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the bride 's stage sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the miss 's ramification, blocking our scene of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girlfriend, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his shank, but he is defenseless his sinewy black trunk effulgence with exertion. He takes a swig of bubbly from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Brigid. All the while, he continues thrusting, in fourth dimension with the medicine 's beat. The bride's lily white mitt run up over his dresser, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the tv camera barb. 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 oculus bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her step-in ... and found herself looking at a bemused, and shocked hubby. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the subject doorway of Jessica's federal agency, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The reflection on his face perfectly matched that of the teary stableboy in the honeymoon cortege.

'' honey ... I 'm no-account ... it's just ... I thought you were benumbed ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dull panties.

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been cognisant 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 near she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too mortified.

billy club continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' billystick cried ... the room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could make out tear on nightstick 's facial expression. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

'' sister, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't think 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 television. ``

But that was Billy 's full problem. The Shirley Temple men at work were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the images of powerful fatal men and Patrick Victor Martindale White char in a medicine video. It was more than he could stand.

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

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

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

'' THAT 'S ENOUGH ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and shopworn 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 daring YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't consume to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the words left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could assume them back, but she could n't, it was too latterly. billy goat 's eyes widened with ire ... or venerate ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the sleeping room, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full-of-the-moon actualization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her venter. Her last scuttlebutt left her filled with guiltiness. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the figurer monitor. The video had ended. She had no thought what the closing curtain fit was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to look back, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be capable to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no doubtfulness they'd be up half the nighttime talking. As much as she wanted to class things out with Billy, tomorrow dark was the big interview, and she needed to get some rest. Jessica decided to log Z's on the sofa in her place business office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper W.C. and a bottleful of piss before stripping down to her underclothes and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her fountainhead down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and diffidence swam through her tired mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been suggest with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even capable to sleep succeeding to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't blab to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fracture ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her hubby 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to concentrate on her personal life history after the next night 's interview with total darkness Phallus.

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

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The church was broad of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her fecundation room, adjusting her velum in the magnanimous standing mirror ...

The shameful man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a declamatory pitch black script on the bride 's shoulder.

The stableman stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The guests'promontory turned too ascertain the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two heavy black manus roundabout from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded egg white corset to tittle. Caucasian pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the floor ...

The black man 's custody slide over the newly exposed white belly of the Bride ... and over her full white breasts.

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

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

The bride watches as the black man 's hands move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink tit, then up under the humeral veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the nerve of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full blank breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a aspiration ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better bring a inhuman shower and get to wreak and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the rain shower, she made for sure to crank the low temperature water up high school. For some grounds her skin felt like it was on ardour. It wasn't pain, it was an over-the-top sensibility, one that could only be attributed to a heightened land of sexual tenseness. This was the same sexual tautness that had been building up through weeks and workweek of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Shirley Temple phallus's explicit video. It was the Same sexual tensity that had led her to shout out at Billy…and give her that awed nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video recording ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billy goat ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her aspiration, her guilt trip was in full appurtenance. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her shift. He must induce felt neglected by her Recent vocation focal point, or maybe threatened by her Holocene epoch success. But in any pillow slip, she was going to fix it !

As the dusty water cascaded over her sodding Patrick Victor Martindale White body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, tranquility, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would reach billy club a overnice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relax, and then she 'd initiate making love. To make sure it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the idea of taking a member in her mouth to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the rain shower, she selected some of her aphrodisiacal lingerie. She decided that would bear it all day, so that when she and nightstick got home, she could shed her clothing redress in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of lightlessness satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a jibe garter belt, and a pair of black thigh-high hosiery stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her just complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hip creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round whiteness ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high nigrify hosiery gave the erotism of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black chick and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's consultation and then to dinner at a prissy restaurant afterwards. By the clock time Jessica was completely dressed, billystick was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm deplorable honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her married man 's shoulder, `` I never should hold said those atrocious things ! ''

billy goat smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very hurtful to him finale Night, but she always had such a sugariness representative. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm dark too ... '' billy shrugged, looking down at his brake shoe, once again, unable to look his married woman in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it dearest ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her handwriting and raised his boldness so that he was forced to pass water eye link. `` I think I understand why you 've been so untune lately. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... doorknocker. '' Billy felt his bloodline outset to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the incorrectly matter to say. Her guilt over the previous nighttime took storage area again ... again casting herself as the inattentive wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so lots of her aid lately, but then for him to enchant her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a picture ... it was practically pornographic ! 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 Billy.

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory look, `` but they might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this audience, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the saki of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the terribly matter she 'd said to him the nighttime before, he still wanted to establish her his lovemaking and support.

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

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

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her married man 's shoulders. `` I know matter have been hard lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my calling. I 'm afraid I 've caused some mental confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something particular for you tonight ! ``

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

'' I ca n't say 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 warmness lie ! You're going to see a completely 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, she had a quick meeting with her manufacturer and went over the architectural plan for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a little background data on the radical, and introduce each of the euphony video before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with billy club the old evening she hadn't been capable to observe all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would open her the chance to prepare more questions. The alone real 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 brightly smile and a coffee, water, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did express up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the work party, Sarah was usually nervous on programme days, but today she seemed tough. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed charge and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the doorknocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what variety of ‘ publicity stunt'they might draw out in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that Night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally thoroughgoing war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very shopworn and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the inadequate little girl not slept ? When they had a few instant, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her Cy Young friend and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a handwriting on her helper's shoulder joint,"You seem out of sorting today."

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were deep getting in this morning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you sure you're okeh ? Are those.. aren't those the Sami clothes you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"well, I was helping black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy most of the dark ... I mean ... busybodied to the highest degree of the Nox, getting things gear up !"

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never receive believed her materialistic, overmodest young assistant would have been capable to look past the aerofoil of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black genus Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that sort of grouping made Jessica to a greater extent than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

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

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

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Within the time of day, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engine driver busied themselves around her. After inkiness genus Phallus's lighting predilection had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to best illumination Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain characteristic. As she sat under the changing studio Light Within, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lights were hot than formula. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the illumination'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sealed that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any estimate that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical substance that provoked intense intimate rousing in women, with some swimming"e"go mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her helper's foreign behavior,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the level 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 Shirley Temple Phallus, you know, one of the weather condition they had about doing you…your show ... the show, was that they wanted the studio environment to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water bottle."I can understand ignition and sound, and even photographic camera body of work, but the temperature ? Those Black genus Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her oculus 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 oestrus. How much foresightful ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

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

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

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

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

"good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with nothing to usher the public !"

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

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

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

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There was a sensation of great anticipation on the air, and as the hr of the interview approached, the tautness in the studio's atmosphere got eminent and higher. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than normal for one of her interviews. For one thing, billy club still had n't arrived in the studio apartment, 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 program started, otherwise protection might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's spooky energy and countless bottleful of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break of serve. She returned from her jailbreak instant before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even firm than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a exist web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the theory of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the electronic network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of jumpiness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The whole Truth"news program shared. That shared jumpiness was demonstrated when the constitution young woman spilled a bottle of radix make-up down the forepart of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minutes to air prison term !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a pitch blackness crewmember walking by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. Funny, her bunch wasn't normally this clumsy. The set film director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her black top by the fussy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the grim sports jacket that Jessica had worn that evening was a conclude jacket with a very high gear neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not hold out one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden loo"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the bunch, even if it was for just a second. This was a rale issue that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"LET hustle people, we've got 3 second to air !"A articulation buzzed over the intercom, from the strait booth.

The closet girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up little girl finished her job. The charwoman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the shuffling up girlfriend was smearing some memory access al-Qaida across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a ostentation, the make up girl and closet female child were gone.

"One moment people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the visual sense of her new crownwork ! The cap was a bright royal blue color, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a dark pattern going up the side, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The job was that the crownwork had a"U"shaped neckline about six inch wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's pectus. The designer jacket would have looked very professional person if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous total of the internal portion of Jessica's milky tweed breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe girl had given her the wrong kind of crown !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a spare jacket crown in my authority"Jessica offered,"if you could send somebody ..."

"No fourth dimension !"the music director called over the mike,"don't worry, you look smashing ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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Backstage, in the commons room, one of the VIP wait rooms down the hall from the studio, nightstick McFarland sat in a orotund overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's intelligence program to set out. The way was sybaritic ... with soft lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and pledge bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the elbow room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV proctor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the deluxe surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by certificate downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same cat that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some Negro nightclub. In any eccentric, these cat insisted on scanning billy club's ID.

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

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

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

These guy claimed to have trouble scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These black mongrel were giving him trouble because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The second bleak guard stepped in front end of he-goat, blocking his path. nightstick couldn't help but back away in fear of the goliath, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The safety device took twenty transactions to ‘ control Billy's individuality'with the protection office. They didn't fuss apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black guard duty, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to give them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the elevator when the safety shouted their reception for everybody in the antechamber to get word ..."kick, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... Billy choked on his rage as the elevator room access closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No issue. By Monday break of day, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the storey where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security measures, another brace of Negro muscleman bouncer eccentric, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the programme was in progress. Instead, baton was escorted to the immature room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous expectation 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 idiot box !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a couplet of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP passport to visit the studio apartment that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for 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 slumber party to watch the consultation on Laura's computer with some of their ally, but Becky's ridiculously button-down parents wouldn't admit her to sleep over at a protagonist's house on a schoolhouse night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next first light, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cellular telephone phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit carte number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the whole star sign ... and the big TV in the living elbow room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarified occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church building encounter. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to watch the interview with inkiness penis, her deary music grouping. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The untried Aythya americana's low white hand were trembling with so much agitation and apprehensiveness that she could barely dial the headphone number for the pay-per-view armed service. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the egg white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's acknowledgment card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the livelihood room sofa, all alone in her house, watching the boob tube intently, as the opening move titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the silver screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's floor, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The intimate half of each of her total, milky tweed breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a pricy birdcall girl, so some kind of porno-film rendering of herself. She tried to brush aside her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ total darkness member ’, United States of America's most controversial, and nearly democratic, hole-and-corner rap group. Their first record album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their music is heard in night lodge and teen'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter cover. The heat of the studio visible radiation on her bare dresser was a changeless monitor of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and U.S.A. to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprise, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stores'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the medium title that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyric are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their telecasting have never been seen on television receiver because of the sexual mental object and allegedly offence nature. Some music network official have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist."

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

"inkiness penis claims that the use of such extreme content in their medicine is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular melodic theme and social value. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically rationalise exemption of expression. They point out former so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and video recording looseness and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The grouping claims that they are victim of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their medicine is perceived as a menace to the white validation. They say that there are some in white America that wants their voice silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will instruct just what Black member wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's vocalisation could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to get rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss assurance, it would be bad for her telecasting display and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her endeavor to obtain a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist validation ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing consultation tonight ! But first, we're going to show you the television that the music video recording channels won't. All this, and more, after a brief gaolbreak, for our sponsors."

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

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitoring device ... she was sweating a little ... and her milky white chest were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control condition. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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he-goat sat stunned during the commercial suspension. What the hell were they making his Jessica wearable ? Her teat were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the Hades would she harmonise to bear such a matter ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her body a trivial on idiot box ... then after the program she'd wear that little outfit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. Billy sat back to catch the balance of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

billy goat tried to cut the sinking impression in his venter that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the legal brief break, Sarah davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more nursing bottle of ice-cold water under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her helper, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare part crown out of my office. I can't continue a course of study looking like this !"Jessica spread her weapon system and showed the derisory amount of beautiful white cleavage that her cap exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful white cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of track Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The Pres Young beauty stammered.

Jessica couldn't supporter but observe the unusually nervous behavior her normally calm and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her ashen lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her assistant,"You've got some buttons out of seat. The upper three are undo, and the middle one is out of sync with the push 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 engagement ring ?"

Sarah hesitated for a mo, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative new fair sex left the top three push unbuttoned, showing an strange amount of her cleavage. Her white 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 home this morning time. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."look ... we'll have to peach 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 young lady so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have meter to inquire for very long, because the director's voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's geartrain of thought.

"... spine IN FIVE, four, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the countersign that music video network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air euphony picture created by the music mathematical group"Black member ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the TV can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those euphony videos from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to center on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio admonisher. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with sweating. This was not unnoticed by the melanise male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit true statement, are able to salute these video recording, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the artist responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual ism about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that nighttime. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous lightlessness rappers. How would she possibly be able to deport such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in stunning, sexually explicit lyrics about Stanford White women. What horrible comments might they make about her trunk if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The inaugural music television that"The whole Truth"will exhibit you tonight concerns lightlessness Phallus's position on the concept of man and wife. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and TV footage. Joseph Black Phallus claims that this denotative material is vitally necessary to emphasize the point that they are trying to get to about what they call,"unnatural cultural value ”. Critics claim that the medicine picture, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this detail, her creative thinker wandering to the look-alike she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and rat look on her husband's face.

And now,"The unit Truth"presents inkiness genus Phallus's"Elwyn Brooks White wedding ceremony ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these implicative and explicit words on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to uphold a professional person demeanor, but couldn't assist but shiver as the birdsong's thoroughgoing title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The picture feed cut to the chess opening of the euphony video, which Jessica tried desperately to neglect. The go sentence she'd seen this TV she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to materialize here ... she couldn't leave hoi polloi to mean that Black member's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but observance that several couplet of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor CRT screen as the telecasting played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a urine bottleful, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to ascertain something to distract her from the video playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the water, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking Negro form of Tom Watkins ... managing director of total darkness penis. They were in her office.

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her paw over Tom brawny thorax, and under his cap."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a deal down to Tom's groyne, rubbing the enormous rock hard gibbosity in his trousers.

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

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to lead the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the clitoris of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her wax, steadfastly breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft whiteness tegument was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the old eventide, from many dim mouths.

Tom reached a large black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her total house breasts, and firmly nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating military action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to look with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black putz, nuzzling Tom's mole, inhaling his manly scent ... a fragrance laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her quick white fingers over Tom's zip fastener, and freed his monstrous 12 column inch black rooster. Taking it quickly in both her petite white-hot hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating John Brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billy thought to himself as he watched the blackness Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on tv set, let alone expose my married woman to it, and make water her do a narrative about them. Don't they realize the variety of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would savor this shit ?"

But Billy knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the same video he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."cypher could possibly watch this garbage !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy blanched brides and black stud in dissimilar erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"blackamoor genus Phallus"television 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 approximation of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video recording didn't diaphragm there ... this television showed new whiten brides ditching their stableboy on their wedding day and giving themselves to pitch blackness men instead !

deep down Becky knew that she should come up the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was raging than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her tally tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her mitt up under her tee, and began stroking her flat Andrew D. White pot, never taking her centre from the action.

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By the metre the video ended, Jessica McFarland's heart were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to discount the TV, but its puff was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a hard effect on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to guess how the next video could be sorry ... Billy was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this grunge would be sitting inches from his beautiful, healthy wife in a affair of minutes.

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

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

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

Jessica looked into the admonisher ... she looked a piffling shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her grimace for the girl to implement some touch-up, to cut down the effulgence. The girl spritzed Jessica's face with weewee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the sonant puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the activity ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn cap ! She could here the hushed masculine interpreter of the stagehand and cameraman. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real number kick from watching the pretty young makeup miss"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the unseasoned make-up female child,"Was that really necessity ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can obtain her."the make-up girlfriend responded, rushing off set as the manager's interpreter boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN cinque, four, ternion, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and inherited evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the case of the side by side"Black person Phallus"television. Again, we need to prompt you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer discernment is advised. And now,"The Whole accuracy"presents blackness Phallus's video,"Nigga in the Grant Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting password on her broadcast, but"pitch blackness Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the Holy Scripture were the least of her vexation. Jessica was terrified that she would turn publicly aroused by the video's capacity. But no matter how much she may own wanted to try and disregard the effigy flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the television yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's stars and producers in the side by side persona of the show.

matter didn't seem so bad, once the video recording started. While as crude as the late television, this Song and video seemed geared towards temper. At least ... at first of all ...

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The video recording opens with a scene in a hospital delivery room. We hear the melodic phrase of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie married man with a video recording tv camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to commit birth. In spite of the unconscious process of delivery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his married woman. We see the wife's spread wooden leg spread blanket, a cloth draped covering her groyne, and the physician leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to wreak ... a rich narrator bunce"praise, you are the father of a gallant baby…"

"jigaboo IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the doc pulls the child up into view, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave birth to her child boy,
but something looks a lilliputian faulty,
His skin 's a little too dark to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a panorama of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the sass. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Diamond Jim case. She stands in the doorway of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a rescue truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown University package can do for you !"The bringing man, one of the muscular sinister studs from"Shirley Temple phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline layer, indicating that the married woman needs to sign on for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating browned eyes. Before the wife can protest, the pitch blackness delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed nominal head door of the theater. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, bootleg paperboy in his late teen, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The blastoff slash to a close up of a bedchamber nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding picture of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal form. The framing is shaking ... as is the unhurt nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful cheek bed headboard, banging against a bulwark. We can see the wife's wrist joint are tied to the organization bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief finish up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the Shirley Temple delivery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long albumen legs wrapped around his shank. The camera pulls back further, out the sleeping room window, where we see the smutty teenager peeping, and recording the natural process on his cell phone."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The next shot we see is another injection of married man leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the mansion's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hired man it to the married woman, but drops it before she can acquire it in her hand. She bends down to foot it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample Andrew D. White segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his mind, then flips open his cellphone telephone. Her eye widen as she sees the television he's shot of her and the manner of speaking man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's chemise of newsprint dropping to the porch gradation, and then a snap of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a nip of the front door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The black stud stand in the entryway of the planetary house, facing the photographic camera. The married woman is on her genu, facing him, her back to the television camera, but obviously giving him a cock sucking. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper publisher. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her shank, and drops her robe, revealing her nude consistency to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newsprint as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the stroke is arranged so that little real nudeness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see married man leaving for work once again ... with wifey stall in the doorway in her gown. Hubby leans forward to buss his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves expert bye. As soon as married man drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of milk bottleful. Again, it's one of the gargantuan black knocker from"black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her brim hungrily. The ignominious milk man stares at her mouth and smiling. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk nursing bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cementum, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The doorway slams behind them.

We see a brief barb of the brass headboard again, followed by pellet of Milk running over a muscular black chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his splashboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the private road and the wife waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's front room access, the wife is on the sound. Another straightaway cut shows the door being opened to uncover a large, fatal, pizza pie legal transfer man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the apprehension and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen mesa, and the spread pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a opus of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's prospect by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her spinal column is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza pie guy grin, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's read/write head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our scene is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare berm and moaning grimace past the left field bound of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right hand corner of the lid.

Poor obtuse clean jerk,
you went to work,
never should make left her only !

Once she gets some Shirley Temple Black hammer,
in that married White River cunt,
we 're gon na nominate your wife groan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see chatoyant after shot of the egg white wife letting More and more Black men into her home to fuck her.

The following shot is of married man being shoved out the door with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the telephone set ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a spanner, twisting at a pipe connective under the bathroom sink. Suddenly pee begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another flying cut shows the threshold being opened to a pitch blackness plumber, then a ready shooting a swamp bathroom flooring. The bath is steamy and the shower room access are fogged up. Through the rain shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the contraband plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her bridge player clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The succeeding view shows a declamatory, muscular black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white duad's family, carrying a pool boater. The front doorway opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean string two-piece. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect E. B. White ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the nigrify pool man to walk into the fenced in back railway yard. In the backyard, the bootleg syndicate man looks around, and the photographic camera snapshot goes encompassing to show that there is no pond in the back yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusedness, before a wide-eyed smiling spreadhead across his face. He then turns around to see the white married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already unlace and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her knocker. The tv camera cuts away just as she unties one position of her bikini ass and they start to fall down. We see a blastoff of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain sound reflection as the scene change yet again.

After married man has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security organisation keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent consternation ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a speedy edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black security military officer walk up to the menage and spread out the doorway. They find the wife standing in the presence hall, wearing black leotard, sinister leather boxing glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprise look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The black security officeholder smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all top'code into the security computer keyboard, and slam the door behind them. From outside the star sign, the television camera stays on the action, looking through the let on window. From behind, we watch as the security officeholder's loot off their shirts revealing rippling melanise muscles, as the wife falls to her stifle ( out of shot ) in front of the sentry duty. The refrain replication and the scene variety again.

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

Now it's too belated
WE don't hesitate
To plant a all right total darkness sister !

A landscape gardening hand truck pulls up outside the house. Two large, mesomorphic blackamoor gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the nominal head room access. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiling brightly. One of the nurseryman's holds up a work order, with the words"Specialty George Herbert Walker Bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and grins, then backs into the firm, allowing the men to enter. The very future shot holds on the bedside table again. The nuptials photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving cream. The television camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his vertebral column ... then the wife's long blonde hair picture show across his typeface as she leans backwards into the shooter ... before arcsecond pair of total darkness deal pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video recording closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little black babe. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black-market hospital attendant. She puts a hired hand up in her married man's font, making him quit the wheelchair. She hands the infant to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and paseo over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the near stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving adieu to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the centre of the hospital hall ... with a screaming black infant. A reasonably blonde nurse in a sexy white uniform approaches them.

"Awwww !"the nurse smiles at the sire and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nursemaid then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably mean, sexy, and in condition just two days after giving parturition ( it is a music telecasting after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary robe open in the back and the black hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her berm at the husband and laughs again, shaking her straits. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virgin stripling was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video recording repeatedly tare on her husband with one big inkiness he-man after another, Becky's paw found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm T. H. White breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every coup d'oeil of skin and muscle that was exposed on screen door. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to oppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always intellection of boy and their soundbox ... of what they could do together. In bitchiness of these muscular itch, Becky had always managed to resist the aid of the boys at school. Of class, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive scantling in these picture. Becky wondered how long her conservative values would hold out around men like these. Would she turn over herself over as easily as the adulterous young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the motion, she continued groping her own young white meat with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other deal down to her mole, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"picture ended, the crew in the studio could barely hold their laughter long enough for Jessica to throw a abbreviated segue into a commercial message break.

Jessica was uncertain what to make of the scene. She found the telecasting sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Lapplander clock time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became cognisant of subdued touch sensation of a pulverisation puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

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

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

Jessica's thwarting were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... hebdomad without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the old evening ... the press to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure sensation of the audience ... the overwhelming passion of the studio lights ... these erotic picture she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those knocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably rive some variety of promotional material stunt !

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

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"The mile-high nightclub,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airway industry. But Shirley Temple Phallus has their own take on the old platitude of a duet sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped plane lavatory. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a deliquium audio of manly laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title, and the music picture began.

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The television opens with no medicine. We see a blacken 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unknown material body that appears to be a stylized persona of an erect fatal cock.
Cut to the inside of the planing machine's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot light flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A prominent grim Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

The sexy airplane pilot turns and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous hump running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her lip hungrily."fountainhead ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight of steps !"

"How do you like it ?"Big microphone smile.

The aphrodisiacal white buffer smiles."I take it blackness !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white hand picking up the radio microphone."Attention lady and valet"speak a pair of beautiful rap sass into a phallic inglorious microphone,"This is your skipper speaking. Thank you for flying Black penis Air !"

The tv camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one mitt. She has taken off her cap, and is tugging her black tie from her pinch with her liberate mitt. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine E. B. White blouse. The camera pulls back further to show Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular disgraceful torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do desire to admonish you that we might be in fund for a rough ride ahead ..."the skipper comments, seeing Mike's trunk ..."But just set your can to the reclining position, and I you should savor every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The skipper is at a release for words as she sees Big microphone unzip his drawers. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The silver screen fades to mordant and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, belligerent beat. The TV now flashes with a series of three alternate shots of the plane's inside. All of the shots are from the Lapp angle, with the same television camera, but are lit differently, and limn unlike scenes within the planer's fuselage.
One snap depicts the airplane's inner lit normally, full of rider on the flight. Another shot shows the three phallus of pitch blackness Phallus, standing in the gangway, rapping at the camera and rocking with the euphony. A third stroke depicts the plane's Interior with blur Inner Light and lightning twinkling outside the windows. Each trice of lightning reveals glance of defenseless white and black limbs, writhing in the passenger seats. These three reading of the plane's inside shooting flash back and forth as the music intro shimmer.

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

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the news report of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passengers. There are many Andrew Dickson White women and bleak men, and a few white men. We see a Edward Douglas White Jr. guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the behind is bouncing so much because a vernal white woman with red whisker is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the medicine. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your women cry out loud.
Black person engines scream and the white girls cream !"

The photographic camera settles on a young White couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the yoke is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glance at the bath, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the privy in the figurehead of the plane. She looks over her shoulder joint and eye blink at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few seating room forward, has also seen his wife enter the bath ! The scantling is B-Love, the doorknocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big calamitous planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand human foot ...,
Our big black hawkshaw will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two footfall, the blanched passenger finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde hostess. She's dressed in an outmoded bright blue stewardess uniform with a minuscule hat, ascot, and albumen gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his seat and pointedness at a safety mark that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess return key to her ass at the figurehead of the planer as the scotch whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the box of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating black rider. B-Love makes eye inter-group communication with the white hubby, glances at the can door, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walk up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

married man's middle widen in fearfulness. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his bridge player and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired gist ... the air hostess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his route and points to the"turbulency Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a stone's throw forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The smuggled grabs the stewardess's wrist, holding her mitt to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom doorway. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a wisecrack. The white wife peep around the door. We can see her bare berm. She is obviously in a country of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare White River back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in affright when sees the thug and the stewardess. The married woman starts to shut the door, but the inglorious stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows rightfield behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the black stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of obnubilate and come to face and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his butt ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na change your aliveness !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na take your married woman !"

Cut to an outside nip of the plane ... the bod of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the resident of the bathroom !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ flash stinger ’, a series of progressive jibe that have been intercut with former progressive barb ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a second of each shooting at a time. The shaft are accompanied by the vocal's refrain. Between each crease of rap, we here sexy White person distaff voices 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 cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take restraint and we fly that cunt !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black person Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big pitch blackness Cocks In Your Hot Edward D. White married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Black person COCK ! FLY ME baby, FLY ME ! !
The lastly words is accompanied by the hollo of a aeroplane engine flying,

Each guesswork is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the quick edits, cockeyed frame, and shuddering moving picture, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful blue optic slowly closing .... intercut with a the blanched wife's backtalk, biting her own glower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's sass moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked blanched back as she leans forward into the shameful man's hefty back, causing her full Stanford White boob to well at the incline, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a duo of egg white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four egg white paw exploring ignominious heftiness ... one white hand wearing a wedding party tintinnabulation and clutching a muscular black shoulder ... a high-heel clad articulatio talocruralis hits the lavatory door latch, and bitch ... The blastoff suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mass of mixed sex spilling out onto the trading floor of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the legal action, albeit briefly. The wife is raw, except for her silky white bra. She is lying her spinal column in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her long blanched stage wrapped around the powerful black-market passenger. The inglorious passenger is bare and thrusting between the white married woman's pegleg, though much of his eubstance is obscured by the wife's ramification and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her little blue hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, blanch blank knocker are pressed firmly against his pitch black back, squeezing the mass of voiced white chassis out from between their bodies. Her longsighted white legs are spread wide, around the blackamoor man fucking the blanched wife. The hostess's beautifully unembellished white ass is clearly visible.

The passenger look on in shock at the shocking video display. We see several shots of passenger ... white adult female, white men, and contraband men ... watching craning their neck opening to check the military action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their pinch nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white char seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Thomas Young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her father and a big blackness man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to cover her oculus ... she pushes his mitt away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiling. She smiles back, nervously. Her sire looks worried. She turns to remain watching the action. She slips a flyspeck white bridge player down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her dungaree. Just as she's about to slip her hired man into her white cotton step-in, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her custody two-dimensional on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the legal action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lower berth his own tray table.

Another rider, business woman sitting between a inglorious man and a Edward White man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the activeness ... and both flavor at the sexy white line womanhood. The nigrify stud takes one of the woman's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a HARD hump in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a enterprise for him to do the same. He takes the woman's early hand and places it on his own bulge. The adult female allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in muddiness. She looks down at his lap ... at the minuscule bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big hump. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her mitt off the blank guy's crotch and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and jape. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action ... and property both custody in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the clit of the business concern woman's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a black man on the aisle, a young ovalbumin man in the middle, and his pretty white girlfriend by the windowpane. The white girlfriend is trying to catch the action mechanism in the front of the plane, but having intemperately sentence doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade in seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the bombastic black man sitting future to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle tooshie smiling at the fairly ashen fille, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The moderately White person young woman mounting over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the contraband man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black he-man. She has noticed a ample hump in the smutty stud's gasp. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motility to the window buns, offering his girlfriend the nerve centre hind end that she had initially asked for. She shakes her forefront and giggles, choosing to stay 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 wife in the ‘ lav splurge ’. He can take no More of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked whiten stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The Brigham Young wife laughs at her hubby from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his rear end, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a hefty Shirley Temple Black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new black man, framing the nude Andrew Dickson White stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue oculus widen in delight ... She begins to wax to her articulatio genus !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The television camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked Andrew D. White organic structure from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her titty visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in nominal head of her new pitch-dark lover, her blond brain blocking our panorama of the standing Black person's prick. As the standing inglorious rider pulls the hostess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful Edward White teen sitting between her Church Father and the black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her denim are undecided, and there thrust into her white cotton panties is a big inglorious hand ! We see the action mechanism above the tray board now as the sure-enough teen arches her back, yell out loud, and hammers the tray table with her bantam white fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the young lady recovers from her orgasm, she sees the Black person he-man raising his tray mesa, revealing an enormous gibbosity in his gasp. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a all-inclusive gibe of the father, the daughter and the dark passenger sitting side-by-side. The three bottom in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The don looks on in revulsion as the dim passenger places his heavy grim hired hand on the back of the daughter's pretty light-haired top dog, and pulls her brass down into his lap ... her oral cavity opens panoptic, just as her head disappears from panorama ... down behind the nates. The blacken looks over and smiles at the Fatherhood. The beginner is horrified.

Cut to the Patrick White businesswoman. Though the photographic camera angle doesn't reveal particular, we can tell apart from her arm movements that she is jacking off the pitch blackness scantling sitting adjacent to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action at law and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his mitt to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to labor her bird up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her rear end. A large, muscular black male person flight tender comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black-market flight attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the nates, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's hindquarters and joins the action ! The ovalbumin cleaning lady happily allows the stud to push her skirt up over her passably clean ass, and deplumate away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her bosom, the bootleg flying attendee begins kissing her cervix and sliding a big calamitous hand between her legs ! The White woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the fellow who wouldn't trade fundament with his girl earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the natural action in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girl's arm, trying to commit her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hand away, never taking her eyes off the legal action in the social movement of the plane ... The Negro rivet smirks at the girlfriend's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tit. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the macho-man shift in his nates ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and rima oris open extensive and she throws her head word back ... her cargo deck body shakes. The camera pans down to their legs to disclose both have their drawers around their ankles ! Her pantie slide down her leg !

We see a clean guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the tail to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy Stanford White redheaded woodpecker leaning over it, take heed ear-buds hanging from her spike and a dazed look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily lily-white ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the Male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking uncoiled ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to bring out the white pilot lying on her back, on the planing machine's control console ... Caucasian pegleg spread-eagle with a naked hefty black knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

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

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chattering and crowd noise. We see passengers disembarking from the plane. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black buff. Then we see each brawny black passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, white female pilot and her black stud disembark. The original Edward D. White wife, hubby, and the mordant rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly blackened airline business custodian boards the plane with some cleansing equipment, humming the melodic line from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his principal. He passes the clean married man from the get-go of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The white guy sigh, raise, and opens the operating expense payload bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a fulgid white banner toughie on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom pass to the bathroom door and Lebanese pound on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my sleazy airway tickets."the freeze off stableman grumble under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two security guards board the aeroplane. They are both burly black men in sports coat and draw.
They walk up to the hubby."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the sentry duty knocks on the bathroom door.

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

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

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

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

The guard suddenly grabs the hostler, shoving him toward the nearest outside cabin threshold. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the precaution pops the room access open with his former hand and blows out the inflatable emergency glide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the doorway."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE gripe, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the older contraband man."What the Scheol are you doin, come out ? You think you gon na roll in the hay you a white young lady ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the microscope slide, then joins the first safety and bloodless married woman in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the travelling bag, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK shaft ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK member ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A passenger !"


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

The video was extortionate, and horribly externalize women ... yet somehow Jessica found it amusing ... and sexy ! The sight of all those mesomorphic black men ... the curvy young white char ... something about the contrast of their skin as the groped each early was very arousing. And for some understanding, the stack of the helpless white male passengers having to watch it all ... unable to participate, was really singular. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the telecasting end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the hand thrust down the front line of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hired man under the waistcloth of her egg white cotton pantie when she'd witnessed one of the women in the telecasting ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same matter. And that missy was sitting next to her father on the plane ! scandalous ! scenery like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most vivid telecasting of the evening. Becky had marveled at the pot of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked dead body as she kneeled before a brawny black rider. And the survey of the like stewardess falling out of the bath with the white wife and the fateful rivet rider ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nakedness was seeable ... you could see so a lot !

Becky also noticed the ‘ little finger'gesture made by one of the Theodore Harold White female passenger when she rejected a gabardine Male passenger's sexual onward motion. Becky wondered if the entailment was that Elwyn Brooks White men were smaller than black men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the T. H. White male child she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more than ! More television ... more black men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to retard her succor on her kitty-cat ... waiting for the next TV to take off. Somehow, she thought it would be uneconomical or wrong of her to extend to herself without looking at one of the Shirley Temple studs in the telecasting ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her lightlessness Phallus MP3s on her phone.

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

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

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a great deal metre do I have to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last-place video was a prospicient one and so is the adjacent one. The studio apartment needs to make sure that the we hit the adjacent break of serve on time, and have enough time to get the mathematical group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not adequate sentence for me to get the fecundation room and variety !"

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

The camera operator nearby, all magnanimous, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their workplace when they heard the din.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Scots heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the intellect for the jacket change in the world-class plaza ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's archetype jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing crownwork while trying to conduct an interview with three over-sexed smuggled rapper. She didn't have clip to go to her dressing room and alteration ... and she dared not change in front of the leering cameraman again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too lately.

heather mixture rushed away as the director's vox boomed over the speaker again.

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



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected diarist and television conferrer felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a severe problem with her spousal relationship and sex life. At work, the network had scored an sole audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Negro Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and fix for the interview. Compounding that return, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several conceding to the rap radical and their record label. The audience was being circularize live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar bunch, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy music videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the programme even started, an fortuity had ruined Jessica's sports jacket. The renewal cap she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample white segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more allow supporting players before she had to behave the audience, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial good luck. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the hopeful studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the medicine videos she'd had to pose that Nox. Jessica was sweating so a lot that her pretty constitution girl ling was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed face. As the commercial recess ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of piss to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could carry on that evening's audience. The jolly Andrew Dickson White diarist was thankful that there was one more euphony picture to testify before she had to introduce its controversial Lord to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to amass her sentiment and prepare, psychologically for the audience.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the photographic camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the basis of Darwin's hypothesis of organic evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the adjacent. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animals look for certain attractive timbre in a Paraguay tea, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black member's own reading of the theory of innate selection. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's broadcast is intended for mature consultation. The cloth program on this special episode of"The unit Truth"may be considered nauseating to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer circumspection is advised. Without encourage ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black genus Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to direct a pause and change her cap ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the early videos, 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 interrogative about it during the audience. She could only hope that there would be time to vary the cap during the next commercial message pause. It was very possible. She knew the adjacent break came on the hour, and would be longer than the previous 1. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the audience, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to cut it. Once the medicine started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any unplayful problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other nighttime when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video admonisher near her desk.

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The video opens with a white actor, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The Holy Scripture he writes are heard in voice 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 evolution through instinctive excerption, I have become increasingly have-to doe with with how my theory may be applied to the human being animal. In civilized bon ton, we business organization ourselves with social status and affair of economic prosperity in arranging matrimony between mob. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these dominion are imposed by our social goodwill. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social status is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ passion'seems proceeds precedency. But what is honey, if not a ‘ civilised'version of our understructure animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of bon ton were completely removed, and the female of the species given sovereignty to her own taste, what ‘ natural selection'would be the solvent ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and fellow worker, Sir William Whitely, and his good married woman lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitive person, who are LE evolved and well-informed than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY God Almighty ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning woman's articulation cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his berm briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will do my doubt. The men of the Niggakok clan have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these guess herself, and has since been very outspoken in encouraging the wives and daughters of the other explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and better than my hubby ! So practically DEEPER ! We simply must cause sure the ladies review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal incoming :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will respond to the solvent of this discipline. Some will no uncertainty find it troubling ... yet we must understand the lifelike monastic order of things."

The impression fades to nigrify as a thumping bass voice measure plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"present Day"appears on the filmdom as a new scene appears.

The new tantrum is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, Patrick White, sits at a bar. The heavy freshwater bass of the turn as the number one lyric poem of the song are heard as a big ovalbumin guy carrying two drinks approaches the white girl, and gives her one.

"charwoman want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the residue'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's endurance of the primed
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some organic evolution !
It's Only cancel !"

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiling brightly. Behind the ashen guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking name of one of inkiness Phallus's rappers. The rapper approach, towering over the Edward White guy and the young woman, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pays. The Andrew D. White guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The knocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white-hot guy off his fecal matter, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the Edward White little girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few lyric of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only innate
Fillin'your white girl with my source
Only natural
Big pitch blackness member gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The following verse begins as the vista variety to a suburban street.

"cleaning lady want the potent,
They want the longest,
It's a cancel selection !
So now when she feels the indigence
To disperse and breed
She gon na choose my total darkness erection !
It's Only innate !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a theater construction land site. Some white construction workers on the roof make bounderish gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the all shot rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde lope past the grammatical construction site, the construction prole are muscular bleak Guy. They give her the same rude motion and cat calls as the white bozo in the previous translation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the chick, the blonde just base and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make sure enough nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the priming. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to look door and bash. A boastfully mordant man answers the doorway, takes her script, and pulls her into the theatre. The refrain echoes ...

"Only lifelike
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my come
Only natural
Big black penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins. This time the scene is a busy city street. We see a livid guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white m maidservant stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter maiden, reaching into his bloomers. There is a close up of the guy's brass ... he looks down ... the military officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some alteration in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The m maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Lapplander interfering street ... and a man walking out to his car. This fourth dimension the man is a muscular melanise stud. The same meter maid is writing him a tag. Like the blanched guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the time maid, and reaching into his trouser, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This sentence there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding change for the beat. Instead, the guess stays on the pretty cadence housemaid ... her mouth spend capable, and her big doe oculus peer over her meditative sunglasses ... she shakes her top dog and tears up the just the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the following shot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The gravid blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to remain on the melanize man's back, then scans down to present his bare, muscular black ass, his wooden leg spread, and his knickers around his ankles. Between his ramification we glimpse the livid cleavage and open blouse of the beat maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in social movement of him ... her small snowy hired man rap around his brawny black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to squeeze into her face ! The low traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the succeeding poetry begins, the scene alteration to a high-class spa. The nip opens in a belittled steam way. In the steam way there is an attractive whiten couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and skimpy forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of thaw ice. The bucket is engraved with the caption,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock arm around one another, and tope from the glassful, showing off beautiful Au nuptials rings. They lean forward and osculate again as the television camera pulls out of the sweat room and the door closes. The television camera then pans over to the physical exercise area, where we see two young, muscular, white musclebuilder. Each guy has a stupefy Thomas Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both miss are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit body suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned arm.

This prospect is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular Joseph Black man entering the domain. The black muscleman is much enceinte and more brawny than the two tweed muscle-builder are, and he turns the girls'headland immediately. He flashes a Andrew D. White toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go dun over the Negro stud. He puts his muscular munition out, taking a aphrodisiac girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the blank couple is. The room access shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the whiteness 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 life with a fine noblewoman,
You want a home, want a baby,
So you marry her and make her your wife"

"But brute instinct still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My shameful putz gon na ruin your aliveness !
It's Only Natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the married man beats on the doorway angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the doorway wide-eyed open with one bridge player, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head with the early. It's a pair of shorts…the rivet's ! The pretty lily-white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his mole ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lour lip. The black man takes her by the bridge player, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her everlasting nude ass as the door finale ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The threshold barb shut behind them.

The underdrawers free fall from the husband's boldness ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white girl with my ejaculate
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"

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

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

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

This meter the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black member rapper, and the little girl is in her bra and pantie ... the contraband man is shirtless. Dad gets furious at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the room access and locks the deadbolt and Ernst Boris Chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her jacket crown and blouse ... joining them on the lounge ... and working at the fly of the ignominious man's pants !

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

"But when they see my pitch-dark COCK
Your lil'white world gon na rock 'n' roll
‘ movement I'm a-make those beef CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only born !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the girl coup d'oeil over at the black nerve of the knocker ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grinning wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and girl look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces displace closer and closer together ... Each cleaning lady parts her rim and tilts her mind ... their faces get skinny and closer together. Just as their lips are about to receive ... the scene deletion !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white daughter with my seminal fluid
Only natural
Big Black member gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This time we see a basketball game court ... there is an all white-boy team, in amobarbital sodium uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a blastoff of some VERY sexy little white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight aristocratical sweaters and bantam blue bird. Each girl's hair is done with a one ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking luxuriously and shaking their pom-poms in living of their team.

Then the opposing squad 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 gargantuan Black studs, including the Joseph Black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the biz, we see the"Red"squad of Black person studs easily dominating the court, quickly sinking handbasket after basketball hoop, as the ashen boy run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the grade 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

We cut to a scene 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 scotch 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 early ... back out at the homage, and then at each former again. They all nod at each early ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the play orbit, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to denudate !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 irregular, accompanied by the heavy bass beat, the echoing strait of a gavel hitting a rap plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym story ... then a blue pom-pom pearl to the floor ( boom )

There is a shot of a puritanic scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde haircloth, and her long blond tomentum being shaken barren of its ponytail. ( boom )

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

There is a shot of two of the young Patrick White cheerleaders lifting their drear perspirer exposing their monotonic white pot ...

There is a stroke of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunet, shaking out their long, silken hair.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the egg white hombre lose another degree, the score goes to 13-4.

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

There is a guessing of a blue perspirer hitting the floor, with a twain of scrunchies.

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

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

There is a slam of a blue cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfect gabardine ass ... in a red thong.

There is a scene of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another detail, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red duad of pantie ... with the smutty men's'squad logotype over the privates !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The young lady have completely shed their previous persona ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and impeccant ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, flip-flop, garters ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in backing of the superscript blacken studs !

Cut to a shot of the female child asses ... perfect bloodless piece of ass in team-red G-string ... the tv camera pans across the stock of daughter ... looking through their peg, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black Guy smiling and toss the testicle away and headland for the cheerleaders ...

Each black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular soot black arms. One player, Black genus Phallus's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a blastoff of the scoreboard, the blank guys lose another distributor point, the grade goes to 13-1.

Cut to the cabinet room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and boxers of the smutty players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling sinister muscles. Small blank hands running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knees in front of a Negroid role player, pulling his underdrawers down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her typeface disappearing from eyeshot ... a heavy black hand reaches down, running finger through her slick red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and flip-flop drop to the floor ... We see naked black and T. H. White flesh in the showers ... white miss kissing the encompassing shoulders of hefty shameful participant ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the Sung's finale. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the auditory sensation of girlfriend moaning. Each time the chorus repeat, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the camera. The stab is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in presence of him, her back to the photographic camera. Her lithesome ovalbumin arms wrap around his shameful neck ... The camera scans down over her staring au naturel soundbox, as two powerful black limb wrap around her slender blanched waist ... two large black hands slide down the pocket-size of her white backrest ... over a her utter white-hot ass ... pulling her closer ... her peg banquet wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girlfriend 's dead body begins to recoil and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of blacken testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

"Only natural"the refrain goes, quietly, one in conclusion time.


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truncheon McFarland sat in the viridity elbow room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

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

He grabbed a bottle of urine from the green elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eye were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her full white breast heaved obscenely in that diminutive jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American language stunner ... HIS married woman ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filthiness ... and then have a bun in the oven her consultation its makers as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the public coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the full 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 vulgarism that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting doubt, designed to rip those sons of bitches apart, and expose the smutty mother fucker for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

nightstick just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That aphrodisiacal jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really set aside for television, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No affair. Her sexy appearance would throw these stupid thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute emollient pull. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneering ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the cover ... his married woman was still staring, mouth surface slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole Sojourner Truth logo"appeared on screen, with a caption recitation :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black penis !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the silver screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of pitch blackness Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the consultation with the rappers all nighttime. Both her parents were out that nighttime, her father was at a church group meeting and her female parent was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able-bodied to sit on the couch in the living room and learn Black penis's aphrodisiacal medicine videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old Thomas More and more. By the sentence the"Only cancel"video recording ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her house, advanced breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black member's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her nous was spinning. She could try a ringing in her ears. She realized that the vibrancy was the house land melody. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no thought that the caller had been her mother, calling to tell her that the Quran nine meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner party home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - character eight : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS blackness PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's judgment was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's eroticism had awoken something abstruse inside in Jessica ... She could feel a hard tingling in her kitty ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her pantie ... She thought of the female parent and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their muscles ... the rhythm method ! That brace, hypnotic, throbbing sea bass ... all the images and phone pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's psyche was lost in another creation, while absent-mindedly let her fingerbreadth rub back and Forth River over pussy heap. The thin framework of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the Edward Young brunet ... what did she require ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the medicine. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at ling as if the pretty Thomas Young make-up girl was starring in one of the television's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this scene would work out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black-market man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in forepart of Jessica ... she wasn't in a picture ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her headway no. This was real animation now ... not some rap video. Those matter don't really hap ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and tit had always been very sensitive ... and in her flow state of stimulation ... she started to suit aware of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her brass in a desperate attempt to cool off.

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

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

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

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

"Now ..."she started to suppose ..."what did I need to take precaution of during the break."Her oculus widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video admonisher ... her full moon, whitish Elwyn Brooks White cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crownwork ! She needed to exchange her jacket crown !

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

Startled by the interruption in her delirious thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly whirl around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."curvy"man .... mere inches from her grimace ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine intumescence, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, downcast eyes upwards to see a grim man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare body'... a magnificent, muscular, ebony trunk, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful lucky chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's sullen chocolate skin. The only vesture he wore was a pair black skid, the peculiar gold chain of mountains, and a span of black leather pants. His pants were foreign, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'elan. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to come across an unflinchingly masculine Shirley Temple face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to attend into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, sick reflection ... and her broad Andrew Dickson White breast heaving in her unprofessional blue angel crown. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able-bodied to front 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 mighty black chest of drawers. She wasn't unforesightful ... this man must have been at to the lowest degree 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two sinister men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the pitch black giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a humble, delicate Edward Douglas White Jr. script out in an offer of a handshake. The giant black man took her flyspeck hand in his ... it was enormous, with tenacious powerful fingers. He slowly lifted her white paw to his inscrutable dreary face and kissed her fingers gently. His bag was strong, and unyielding ... but his sass were full, warm, and soft.

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

"how-do-you-do, I'm Jessica McFarland."Jessica stated coolly."You must be ..."

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a deep, resonating interpreter. He was speaking softly ... but his interpreter was deep and powerful ... not unlike the rich freshwater bass of his euphony.

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

"It is a pleasure to run across you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His part was plenteous, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boylike smile. His hair was trimmed so short and unobjectionable that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a alike manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much remainder to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black wooing, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular contraband chest. He was just as powerful as B-Love, but had a unclouded complexion. His eyes were beautiful pools of sinister 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 mitt firmly in his. Big Mike's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was late and gravelly ... rugged. He was tall than Shemar and B-Love and also grueling. He wasn't corpulence, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a buirdly giant. He wore black pants, a melanise muscle tee, and a dark leather jacket. On the tee's bureau was a red outline of a black-power fist. mike had a wax beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was pick shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of Joseph Black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of broom out of the quoin of her eye. The constitution girlfriend was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a turgid bootleg mitt on her berm. Heather bit her depleted lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the telecasting ... Savior, these guys never quit !

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

"Well valet, I think we should name our way over to the consultation set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big microphone's attention. She failed. She glanced in Mike's direction again. Shemar followed her looking at and elbowed microphone sharply.

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

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

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

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"audience are conducted on a less courtly, more easy set."

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

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said goose egg though ... There would be sentence enough to speak the chemical group's sight of woman, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ job minorities ’, mainly women and bootleg males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the banner crew had been replaced with Negroid Phallus's own applied scientist, just for this eve. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a last performance that Nox, though cipher had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only bloodless faces in the studio belonged to Heather the constitution little girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a functioning tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her attention 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 walls of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold lambskin rule that gave the feeling of incandescent standard candle light, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy wine satin and Diospyros ebenum African tribal masks. There were black and golden vases filled with dry prime and Reed decorating the rear of the set, while the base was covered in exotic animal skins and pelt ... Jessica was uncertain whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch marvellous"delegation Style"wooden table, with a burgundy fabric draped over it. About two substructure behind the mesa, facing it, was a large, dark-brown leather sofa, with a zebra skin draped over the binding. At one end of the mesa, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his knock-down ignominious arms over the chair's arms, and down the face. Despite the chairperson's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a uprise man sitting in a child-size chairman.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with radical consultation, the interviewer takes the chair, and the case take the couch."

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

Jessica looked down at the behemoth fateful man sitting in the death chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a study ! In fact, with the set's interior decoration and B-Love's build and demeanor, he looked every bit like some variety of mighty African chief !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the core. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the discharge seat succeeding to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the heavy cushions, and felt a bit bosom sitting following to the two large black men.

She looked around the studio as the tv camera moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her banker's bill. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mark of H2O for each of the citizenry on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the television reminder off set. It was quite a view. The warm, ample, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue jacket. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her tiny livid form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large black-market couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

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

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the moment time of day of a very special instalment of"The Whole trueness ”. We'd like to remind you one last time that tonight's episode of"The whole Truth"contains cloth of a sore nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this eventide. You may feature heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eve, you've seen their videos. You know that"blackness penis"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thinking on their argument, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three appendage of the rap group Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right field is Shemar, and finally, to my far rectify, is Big Mike. in effect evening gentleman's gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"fountainhead gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant strong-armer as ‘ man ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to go staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD role player across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the receiving set, or your telecasting aired on television. How did this pass ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"multitude heard unspoilt music, and the club setting spreads news fasting. So does the internet, and nearly young people, the people who buy our euphony, are on-line. Book gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big Mike interjected this clip,"we got good rhythm, strong beats, and some bold verse. mass like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't matter beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If citizenry like the medicine, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, lecture about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political irony in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these unattackable political messages 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 rattling life history experiences. We want to parcel these experiences, so that people learn more about human sexuality, as we have learned about human gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

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

"You say you want the great unwashed to learn about your school of thought of man sex,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push mass away. Doesn't it hit them not want to listen to you or hear your ideas ?"

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

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

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

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

"reason we tellin'the TRUTH !"The the true can't be offense to nonentity but liars ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the euphony TV epithelial duct are afraid of our message."

"The Sojourner Truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her inquiry and decided this was an earmark segue into a new note of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your language accurately delineate your honest philosophy and your music videos depict actual event. 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 call really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of melanise male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their seduction. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! wife, St. Bridget, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling criminal record and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the level were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to generate contestation, or tickle ?"Jessica asked in a challenging manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ call ’. Perhaps the Song were avowedly, but the TV were exaggerated. She could ask them about the telecasting, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of class, she would have to be careful not to dwell on the imagination in some of those videos ... and the feeling that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the fashion model in her video ... but then thought about how cleaning woman were portrayed in the videos and became a bit diss. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same light as the other cleaning lady she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of intimate object ... some bimbo who would knuckle under to a big cock ... a big ... blackness ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to float imagery from the videos ... the wife and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's beau ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so well-chosen ... and those gorgeous black men ... vast muscles ... Brobdingnagian ... No ... No ! It was insulting that womanhood were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their telecasting.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's face just at the stories told in the video recording we showed in the offset hour of the program. Their championship were ... let me get these in ordering ... ‘ White marriage, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"jigaboo In The wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only natural ’, are those decent ?"Jessica asked. She knew the form of address were even out, but the tactic of asking for ratification of facts was common practice in an consultation. It forced a response from the theme, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's effort to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your averment that the case unfolding in these videos actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's penis could make the claim with a straight side. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the head. In spitefulness of her fear of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the chemical group's call.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of Brigid at their wedding ceremony ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game game ? ... the cheating married woman with the pitch man ... the plumber ... the certificate officeholder ... the pond man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

"Yes."Big mike chuckled."It's all genuine. That's just human being sexuality, at its finest."

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might have actually transpired. The vignette from the videos and birdsong replayed in her fountainhead ... the Brigid joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer role player ... the black drifter seducing the wife and mate girl's from the fellowship that took him in ... The monolithic orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few irregular. The passion from the studio apartment lighter, combined with the intimate imagery flitting through her idea, was making her spark headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the doorknocker had yet mentioned the mixed scene of their medicine. The musical theme of black men dominating E. B. White fair sex, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their intent was to get tilt in guild to betray Thomas More CDs, then they should accept mentioned the interracial element by this full stop in the interview. The interracial constituent in the album was clearly parting of the shock economic value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunity to make specific comments on their claim and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were Edward D. White, and all the men were pitch-dark. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of backwash. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"fountainhead,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animate being instinct. Every song on our CD, every music picture we've made, demonstrates rude selection. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, endurance of the fittest. woman go for men who are more than hefty, who look like stronger guardian, beneficial provider ... That ain't a new conception, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no credit of the racial facial expression of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the subject field. It was a major power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the formal intromission of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly connote that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him cook her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to ready one of the doorknocker raise the race government issue,"some might say that your rendering is offensive."

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

"Well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treats womanhood like objects."

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the women shown to resign to his approach ... they do not defer to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

"Because the only men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her 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 video ... the women are always ... the cleaning woman only ... they only go with ... the alleged alpha males are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward interrogative sentence,"Of track they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white-hot woman to let sex with a dim man ?"

Jessica went white. The question was valid ... why did she regard it degrading ? The cleaning lady were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose Joseph Black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to incur a way out of the jam 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 wed women throwing away their marriages, their lives, their syndicate ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in ascendance of their sexual impulse. That's suggesting that men are superior to women, because they control these urge in women."

"All we're trying to say is that women are cardinal beings."Shemar smiled."The spring of society can't compete with cancel impulse. There's nix 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 families, like your black ‘ alpha males'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that blackness men are superior to lily-white men !"

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are total darkness, or that charwoman should witness a man attractive only if he's melanise. Your language portray women as being intimate physical object, Black person men as some sort of super men, and blank males as infirm and afraid. Some people could encounter this to be racist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white boys in charge of TV and Radio don't want their cleaning woman to sleep with the truth. The verity that black men are superordinate to all former men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that sinister male are victor to all other males ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the solar day of integrating, pitch-black men have dominated sport. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human wash. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the euphony industry. All of the greatest musician over the last one C were black men, or influenced by smuggled men. If it wasn't for preconception, racial discrimination, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the concern reality too."

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

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

"We don't military unit them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those white girls we hired ended up having sex with the blackened models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell apart them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot whiteness fair sex together with those black studhorse, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get busy, good on television 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 a good deal for Jessica to believe. This call of very sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claims of true stories behind the song lyrics. The call lyric might be avowedly, but at least the ‘ characters'were give nom de guerre. In the videos, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claim. She also wondered why some of those fille willingly did that for a music video, when well-nigh actresses wouldn't do that for any form of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be on-key ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on tv camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another doohickey to sell platter and perpetuate a badboy look-alike."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful bloodless char in the same room with sinewy black men. It was beautiful to take in nature take on its course like that ! Even in scenes where the television 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 videos are deemed too expressed to be aired on any of the medicine picture channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just take the music telecasting with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to get down with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each television in the Hope that we would be able to air them on medicine video channels. We carefully framed our shot so that aught too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our video. Still, the music video networks 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 special version television now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our telecasting from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of path the DVD with our first videos will also feature the original ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot view that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, Inferno yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking acute ! A lot of girls learned the true statement THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of middling Edward White girls that once you go inkiness you don't go back ! Charles Herbert Best day of their liveliness ! Hell, it was the better anathemise day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big microphone winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't set aside herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the radical liked to perpetuate ... let alone the entailment that she would comprehend the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't have to worry about their promotion stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in ascendence ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... audience ... the conversation. Jessica chose to disregard the innuendo, but before she could ask another interrogative, Big Mike spoke again.

"ejaculate on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. womanhood everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the call said ‘ No cleaning lady can balk, a black cock head, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can refuse, especially not a mulct 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 babe's boss. Big microphone from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous dim rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were straight, then these knocker were so hot that they were able-bodied to seduce and fucked their mannikin, actresses, and terpsichorean on the site of their videos'output 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 Sami thing to this meshing idiot box journalist. Becky dropped her hired man to her kitty-cat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of lightlessness men's phallus size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his gossip to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's giant hand were pawing her full white breasts. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the figure of speech, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional doodad !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of billystick's recent problems. She thought of Billy's small, wilted dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it rear for a various week. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big blue center down to the expectant bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The swelling that was a lot magnanimous than nightstick's. Suddenly, it moved ! The jut twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her purulent tingle at that very present moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's prospect 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 rapper's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a idiomatic expression to plausibly preserve her outburst. She was rapidly losing ascendancy of the interview ... not to mention dominance over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a head that I would care to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your songs feature the seduction of married women. Many multitude find this particularly vile. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male person comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Black male ! The real understanding multitude are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the solitary real payoff here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their radix desires. What about cleaning woman's intellect ? Aren't homo more than just creature ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and allegiance ? responsibility and make out ? Are you suggesting that a char would empty all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"civilisation, regard, allegiance, even love are all just skin oceanic abyss ... a matter of the thinker. airstream is the real issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a prominent shameful hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."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 oculus."We're just telling the Sojourner Truth as we see it. Whether or not its offence ... that ain't really relevant. The true statement is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to civilize people to the the true. We want citizenry to look past societal convention ... at what really matters. That's the substance of all our euphony on this album, and our succeeding album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep brown eyes ... When she finally managed to snap off his gaze, she glanced down at her notes, and saw that he had pushed her annulus up a few in, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the issue. She tried to advertise Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw tending to Shemar's roaming script, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own mitt on top of his.

"Let's ... talk of the town ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her petite White bridge player on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the set phrase like it was a line of life in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your adjacent album ? Or your future video for that matter Can we await the Sami ... themes ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his hard, ‘ calm angriness'tone.

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and brawny. His voice was so cool off, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same prison term showing a tiny, whitened expression of Jessica, framed by a powerful black side. It made her palpate minuscule ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his grimace still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the sidereal day of desegregation, an attempt to stimulate up white choler against the estimate of putting black and Andrew Dickson White in the like shoal and region. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the actual reasonableness whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously victor sinister male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the call to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a distaff artist, to secernate the song's tale from a white woman's spot of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the manufacture. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock Isaac M. Singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past times couple of years she'd adopted a more layman, yet still virtuous image. Jessica had interviewed the girl finish year, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely devoid. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the preceding year the young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with Black Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a Negroid Phallus video was still a hell of a jump off though. Jessica could barely embrace it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If blackness Phallus's early videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last end of her ‘ innocent'epitome in a particularly spectacular mode !

"Do you have a cartridge clip of this video recording, by any hazard ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some rationality, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a slap-up deal ... probably just because it would be a great Georgia home boy, she told herself.

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

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

"We do get a little bit of footage from another video we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the gloominess 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 quiet down, very fast. He was obviously in charge of the radical, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to cover his response ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to wonder further.

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a Lester Willis Young woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended job misstep. While he's away, she's find comforter in the blazonry of a blackness man."

"Shirley Temple Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first clock time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the differentiation between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an single first look at footage from a new music video was something that she had to prosecute, as a good diary keeper ... but that was just the professional grounds 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 recording. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to learn to a greater extent ... 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 camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN presents, for the first clock time anywhere, footage from lightlessness phallus's new picture, ‘ Lonely'!"

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

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

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"Lonely"opens with a gruntle chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a harmonica. We see a delicate, feminine, flannel hired man writing a alphabetic character. Beside the letter, on the penning desk, is a photograph of a bighearted Loretta Young white man, in a cordate soma. As the hand writes, we hear a piano distaff phonation speaking ...

"beloved Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the fateful rapper's representative. He raps the next few lines, while the handwriting keeps writing. The television cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked hefty Black rappers. As the knocker sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from sea bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy gong music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white paw continues writing, there is a flash to a lily-white guy reading the letter. shock spreads across his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, arms, and shoulders ... some of guess featuring a diminished bone hand wearing an ornate engagement band, and running over rippling hot chocolate muscles.

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

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As the TV continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A refrain starts, Song by the cleaning lady who opened the TV. The daughter seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with movements of the mitt as it writes.

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the easygoing voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the finger's breadth flinch, wadding the newspaper briefly. These images are edited together with split second of a E. B. White fair sex's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is twist over. We see two with child Black person custody run up her incline, and grab her tiny waist from behind ! The telecasting quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on concealment. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute of arc into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagination as the former videos ... Jessica was turned on than she'd ever been that night. Her chief was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing cap, showing off even more of her full T. H. White cleavage. high-risk still, she'd started rubbing her snatch through her annulus with one script, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While United States of America and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not accept been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the low gear clock time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of satisfaction. Big mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated side by side to the ardent young journalist. All three men's chocolate tegument shined with perspiration from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio apartment air.

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


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Jessica wasn't the only if one engrossed by the new video. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white puss and teasing her clitoris as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm white bosom roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink mamilla. She was on the verge of orgasm when she was interrupted by a atrocious scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to save and order you-ooOOH !"the familiar phonation squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumping again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the paries and shattering ... a shot of the ikon lying on the floor among the broken glass ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a headland of blonde hair ... a guessing of black back-muscles flexing ... and a stroke of two big, profane, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last line and try to remain writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the theme ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's phonation deteriorates into a lamentation of pleasure. The letter-writing hand waggle violently, her fingers declaration suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the same clip !

The freshwater bass meter suddenly reaches a riotous, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a widely stroke. We see a immature, aphrodisiacal white char, leaning forward, bent at the thriftlessness, over the written material desk ... she's raw ... but her sleeve and the photographic camera are strategically positioned so that her white meat can not be seen. Her expression is hidden by a peck of ungovernable blonde fuzz.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Sir Thomas More !"the girl sings as the barb suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the black doorknocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her prospicient blonde hair out of her beautiful side ... 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 garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV covert.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some kind of debile explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the moderately white teenager stammered, tears of plethora streaming down her reasonably face.

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

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

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

Both Karenic and Becky stared at the filmdom in still skepticism.

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger girl and forced her to the steps, trying to hinder her view of the television."Becky ... go to your way ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too belatedly. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the woman's human face, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her confection, innocent, beautiful, engaged help 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 appal that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the cartridge holder ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full phase of the moon livid breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of instruction of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two button of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so high 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 brass was associate but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's bourgeois, virgin deportment and her inscription to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those blackness SOB that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethics and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked soma in a music picture snip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some sort of professional charade. The Sarah davenport he knew would never appear nude in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex scene with some colossus Joseph Black savage. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called medicine video recording that was little more than softcore pornography. How could she do it ? What variety of dreadful slut was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah take down herself in the medicine TV, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

he-goat could n't think his wife 's chemical reaction. Jessica 's lip hung unfold ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two button of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breast were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the grasp of her Joseph Black lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the camera slant.

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

"No !"Billy yelled as he watched the monitor."What the shag is that photographic camera man doing ?"

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's pantie. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in revulsion as the photographic camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her consistence, pausing on her heaving white tit. Billy was savage. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotion stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porno video of her personal assistant ... flashing some sleazy shot of Jessica 's panty and cleavage ... something to defecate her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of cunt ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the super acid room couch and ran to the room access of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy club began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his judgement. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might sustain to go along with it ... the electronic network really wants this interview ! ``

billystick 's eyes widened with panic. What if the net made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some form of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's phonation echoed in his head again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic lacing on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his call ... 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 television, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her opinion. The guy started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her electrical shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some form of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the packaging stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a component part of the publicity stunt ! All of the matter these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that nighttime, were all designed for shock economic value ... just like their albums. This video must induce been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'show was just an effort to shock Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ life-threatening'bad boy mental image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to shew that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken reward of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a untrue calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some form of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nervousness for a here and now, trying to regain her professional demeanour ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket 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 Young cleaning woman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a magnificent satire on bias and stereotypes about shameful men, and mixed relationships !"

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

"Aw, nether region no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn lady friend, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last dark ! She ain't occupy in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth River between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a caper. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, adequate is plenty,"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 disastrous leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten braggy over the grade of the consultation ! She could barely pull her eyes away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't carry me to believe that that video was for very !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to recollect that Sarah ... that any adult female could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair's-breadth out of Jessica's expression."I told you. The rules and conventions of gild can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't subject if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will airt itself towards the ranking male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could essay that they'd seduced married women. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would include to succumbing to their spell, she might not do so on national goggle box ... and if a cleaning lady did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the protraction of"blackamoor Phallus's"image of intimate dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part 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 golf links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular black thorax, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were larger than the linkup one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colouring material were not all the Lapplander. Most of the link were Au, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some inter-group communication were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like strand mail. Throughout this pattern of metal golf links, Jessica could see hopeful, shining gemstones. Like the links, the gem were of different sizes and coloring. The system of the Lucy Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a tremble went up her spine, and a tingling went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ringing as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the mountain chain were made up of mob ... not unproblematic Sir Ernst Boris Chain links made of treasured metal, but women's jewelry ... wedding banding and meshing rings ! Some were gold, some atomic number 78 ... some with rhombus, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with figure. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 participation rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this raise their call ?"No ... no ... You ... could birth just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of meat of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The tie-in was a stunning design of gold, platinum, and rhombus. The platinum dance orchestra was etched and inlaid with a ticklish gold pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's prolonged check adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement band !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's kin for a hundred and 50 years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly 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 bozo were awfully handsome ... secure ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with motion picture of her demure young supporter being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge dim men sitting around her. It must have been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her headland to brass Shemar, finding her brim inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young cleaning lady would succumb to another man so quickly ... let unequalled one of the knocker of blackness genus 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 accept the very grounds Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be share of the promotional material stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone 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 Nox and fucked her hard, filmed the whole matter ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their huge tool ... yes, they had to cause huge hammer ! She was in a desperate fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tears. She had nowhere to wrench ... her ventilation was becoming shallow ... her soundbox felt like it was on attack ..."No ! Even if you did score Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could cause been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the word."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, pervert woman would pass for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a levelheaded, mature, twist around 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 fatal torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go black meaninglessness ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her slit.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can turn out that we can make ANY woman ... any sophisticated, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's middle widened with alarm as she heard Big microphone's Logos, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the simply way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the intimate great power of a big calamitous cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular calamitous chests ... her snatch felt like it was on attack."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some whacky racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye tier with the tremendous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that sizing nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her eye ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black knocker surrounded the petite Caucasian journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groin. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOE THIS LOOK like A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as weeping filled his optic. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS diddley HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING killing THOSE Son OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some form of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might suffer to go along with it ... the network really wants this consultation ! ``

billystick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screenland, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that mo publicity stunts were the end thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blueish eyes widened at the survey of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a metrical foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant perfume. She felt her puss cramp. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own peter out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or midst. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own whale putz. Big Mike's tool was only about 10 or 11 inch long, but slurred than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so fateful ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to stand taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to reject them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her diminutive white hands and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her hand just landed on his colossus fatal tool ... and her digit just seemed to need to wrap around it and hold 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 other mitt, trying to drive yesteryear B-Love ... and again, her hired man found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two flyspeck White River mitt, grasping these two enormous bleak cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich sable skin, and her lily albumen hands. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the giant ebony tree rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a spell, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black turncock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, 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 goose egg to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a layover to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this preserve ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's psyche suddenly whirled with unusual thing about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored picture ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific postulation that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to chance ... This wholly interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! trillion of citizenry were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her chance event two foot-long black cocks while a third one was about to get into her back talk. BILLY ! billy club COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY minute ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so tight to resisting their overture ... and so closely to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't intend doodly-squat baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat Joseph Black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only lifelike baby, you want the Best breeders, all cleaning woman do. The fact is black men are the best breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more toughness ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big black tool can give you the topper screw of your life ! Your husband can only pass on you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was redden, her full white breasts heaved obscenely in her crownwork. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved he-goat ...

"This ring represents my hubby's honey and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This hoop means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent making love baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without piffling gold set, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pitiful attempt by a Theodore Harold White man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a whorl on a threshold. The problem is that little amber lock on that threshold won't stand up to a big black banging ram !"

Jessica shook her question."This halo is a symbol of my veneration to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's carpus and pulling the ring from her fingerbreadth then lifting it up above his head !"symbolic representation huh ? funny remark, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewellery ! A pretty little atomic number 79 isthmus, like the 1 in my necklace ! It's a connectedness in a chain… a chain of mountains that attaches you to your hubby. Maybe it's time to give away that chemical chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ringing ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her gang as B-Love lifted it above senior high above her range. The blonde lost her correspondence 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, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big nigga pecker in front line of you ?"

Shemar tossed the closed chain to Big mike, who chimed in with his own teasing Book."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING RING DON'T MEAN SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't risible !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue devil eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the annulus amongst themselves."Give me back my ringing !"She was so randy 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 tintinnabulation back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its confessedly. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your married man satisfies you sexually ? A fair sex like you and a weakly interacting massive particle like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on home television ;"I haven't been paying enough care to him ... he's under a lot of strain !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking chicken ! There ain't aught more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the clip ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"okey"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"expression,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confound prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white char in her sexual prime to trust the magnanimous cock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a melanize putz. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to allow it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okeh"B-Love said, moving skinny to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to acknowledge it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool sister. Here it is, all you have to do, is just postulate it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold nuptials lot on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown rooster and pointed it straight at her moderately snowy brass ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain still ... the masculine perfume hanging in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. stretch for it. guide your mob, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more significant than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the ikon of her preciously marriage ring sitting on his vulgar black rooster ... and letting her get a in force whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the quite a little in from her side. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television set ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional womanhood ... all she had to do was take her ringing and go ! But in guild 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 to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to take chances it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ringing ... the arresting stunt would be over, and the audience would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black turncock in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not genuine ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick pitch-dark turncock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last chance to get out of here with your wedding ceremony 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 mouthpiece was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that putz ... The bright gold banding glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark umber skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same meter ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ceremony tintinnabulation, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal bail bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her marriage ring ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfective !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her seawall again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting inviolable. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to live. Her crystal down in the mouth eyes still fixated on the knocker'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her midget white hired hand shaking ... her fingerbreadth cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling egg white fingertips barely touched the doughnut than her hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Her lilliputian digit lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black cock. The sudden drive caused her wedding anchor ring to drop to the level ... but for some reasonableness, her optic didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful coal black humanity ... and her tiny white hand clutching it compressed, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's bridge player slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender Patrick White fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to go away. She didn't want to hold on stroking B-Love's brilliant grim cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the topic, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second cerebration about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage ceremony did n't weigh ? THERE IS NO compare ! Everybody can see which is well ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't learn 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 tale ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes smutty on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted wide-cut unfold in fearfulness ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS BEING broadcast LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right field now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the opinion only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't constitute me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't refuse the truth, but she did n't need to say it on tv set ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR married man CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deficiency BIGGER, wagerer, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hitch Elwyn Brooks White WORM ! SO nookie SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, melanise 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 silent, one could have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her parole erupted into a lurid, rambling resolution."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black-market stopcock. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to take sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are double-dyed men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the tv camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you well-chosen 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 dependable.

She looked up at Big mike. smile, she took his prick in her paw, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that go to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hired man. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I stimulate to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful Black turncock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course of instruction !"


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Through teary eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the photographic camera, a big black hammer in each hand, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky grim oculus were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my married man is watching ..."her girlish yet husky voice barely over a voicelessness."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry he-goat ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't aid but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All billy club could do was watch out helplessly as the action unfolded on the television receiver screen. He felt sick to his belly. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big depressed eyes away from the tv camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large blacken peter. She looked at it lovingly. billystick fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's cryptic brown heart and smiled, before returning her azure gaze to the monumental black cock in her hand. Her eyelids seemed grueling ... her aspect had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry truncheon ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... born. ``

And with that, the beautiful blank newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big dark cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink brim grazed the question of his raging melanise cock."Kiss that nigga dick. Lick it ! clobber it up and down child, 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 tool. Her eyes stared at his cock in idolatry as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the putz with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the entire duration of Shemar's cock, over and over, her hairgrip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big Mike's with her rightfield. Her sleeve and elbow joint strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's aristocratical kisses reached the basis of Shemar's jibe. She nuzzled his heavy black orchis, closing her optic, and inhaling deeply his masculine perfume. Any inhibitions she might suffer had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any ignominy ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious contraband men.

"suck it Mrs McFarland."B-Love commanded."suck that big jigaboo tool ! accept it in your mouthpiece. Sucking black cock is the sound thing any white woman can do with her rima oris. in effect than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'audience questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would bear been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her oculus ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his rotating shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his tool ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's fiend into her warmly wet oral cavity. Her tongue circled and stroked the fountainhead ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong melanise hands took hold of Jessica's head ... his fingerbreadth running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his putz into her willing mouth.

This went on for various minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's gorge mouth. Her finespun Andrew Dickson White hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her point bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inch from the base of the pecker ... taking the whole affair in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My play man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's capitulum, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat mordant cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped keep of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"okeh baby"Big microphone smiled,"This stopcock's a twosome inches duncical than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number wide of the mark !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plump black rod into her mouthpiece. Her tongue didn't have much elbow room to maneuver around Mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her obligation. She took his girth into her oral cavity ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stint adequate to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappoint him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love takings over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous Joseph Black dick ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her lip ... she wanted to taste it ... return it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's custody. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at story, unsure of where her once precious wedding anchor ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The anchor ring was a symbol of her spousal relationship, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really need me to put that stupid ... matter on my finger again ?"She asked mop."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. creeping over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few foot away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK hammer, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING 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 ass on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio apartment level, her full bosom straining to break unfreeze of her low-necked cap. The camera caught the shot from a low social movement Angle, giving the home viewers a great panorama of Jessica's milky Stanford White cleavage as she crawled on all quartet on the studio apartment floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the humble Au, and slipped it onto her finger, a facial expression of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all quatern, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the pack that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your bequeath handwriting, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's beam in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own hammer. This was one of B-Love's short ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquering. They knew not to interfere.

"watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your hand back and forth ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your pretty white hired hand looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became weighed down ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's turncock. Christ Within glinted from her glossy Au mob ... quondam symbol of fidelity ... as the white mitt that wore it pumped a giant soot black prick. Unconsciously, she dropped her right deal under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking scanty ... she began to rub her cunt gently ... in clock time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your snatch !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my pecker !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hand from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's beam of light. His dick, being over a foot long, was mickle long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 column inch visible while she pumped it with both her small White hands. Not once did she drive her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring bet ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hired man as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my pelt and yours ... glittering gold mob ... tiny whiteness hand ... big black cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a somewhat objet d'art of gold. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my shaft now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's putz, flicking her glossa across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large fateful manus on Jessica's head, forcing her right wing paw off. Holding her head in office, B-Love pushed his rooster 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T kiss IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK turncock"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her effort, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her rima oris. B-Love took her depart manus off his cock, lifted it to his rima oris, kissed her wedding tintinnabulation, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my musket ball Mrs. McFarland. diagonal them, plagiarise them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth to the full of hammer. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves Shirley Temple balls with her go forth script. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's justly handwriting had found a home stroking Big Mike's cock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's chunk, her allow for hired hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A putz in each helping hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do Sir Thomas More.

Jessica opened her oculus ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's putz left out of her lip. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an in at a time into her mouth. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one to a greater extent in to go ! She could sense the tip of B-Love's peter pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's shaft glide down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nozzle pressed into B-Love's soft pubic haircloth, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasance pass over her whole eubstance, causing her unscathed body to shake. If B-Love's peter hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would own let out a scream that would consume shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her softened cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING black tool !

B-Love lifted his bridge player from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slickness with her own spit."expert job Mrs McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his putz to Jessica's fount."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her leftfield manus. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any worry swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more arcminute, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchorperson fair sex went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monumental blacken cock in bout while stroking the others'cocks with low Patrick White bridge player !

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The shot played out on television screen door across U.S.. The viewing audience who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the upshot on screen were on their speech sound calling their protagonist. All over America, multitude were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view audience on KNEN. However, there were at least two early viewers that were far more relate with the body process of a dissimilar blonde KNEN employee.

Karenic davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her oculus ... not that she was even mindful of what was currently happening on her television system set. Karenic davenport was far more come to with the fact that she had just seen her honest-to-goodness girl Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a blacken doorknocker in some music video recording. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her married man before taking the same black stud's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and inquiry swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a in force girl. Sarah was saving herself for married couple. 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 materialize ?

Karen's untried daughter, Becky, was wondering the Sami thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the sleep of the broadcast on her own television since it had no satellite or line hook-up. She had been watching the appearance downstairs, in the living elbow room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her female parent's reaching menage. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glance of her sometime sister writhing in ecstasy with a big black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus television and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her elbow room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the woman in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so bourgeois. 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 stimulate sex with one of these Black rappers. unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her Sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell earpiece,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the audience you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so casual ?

"How about the music television ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her babe sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as goodness as you hoped ? Did you see anything worry ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy wire are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big Sister ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video recording 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 recording was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would birth been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they sway you to appear in one of their TV. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should roll in the hay that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a bit. Before continuing."I'll differentiate you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the chemical group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the chemical group, but after seeing the thing she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them typeface to side was kind of scarey.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't have intercourse ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The former day you were begging me to get you a VIP whirl. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear representative in the backcloth on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male person voices. She thought she heard her Sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be concern !"

Becky couldn't believe her babe's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to pick up a LOT tonight ! looking, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my supporter until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hullo Rebecca."a cryptical male interpreter said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young trunk trembled.

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In the green elbow room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black cocks on national telly. He felt ... infuriated ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Bob Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a packaging stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more than ... she ca n't ... ''

schoolbook began scrolling across the bottom of the television screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The modal contraband hammer is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old lady friend had always said.

"Over 99 pct of womanhood polled say they prefer blackened men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billy as he began to deal the forking of the financial statement that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to blow these cat off for a packaging stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's cock. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often ineffective to control their sexual urge when confronted with a black cock."read the adjacent newsworthiness crawl.

"Sixty per centum of get hitched with white char study black lovers within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a blackened man has a 40 percent better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a lily-white man."read the next.

nightstick's psyche continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would cause the bozo wear rubber. After all, she'd always made him fall apart condoms when they had sex. Jessica was hypersensitized to the pill, and didn't want to have baby.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white women ! '' said the next factoid.

he-goat shook his head ... Jessica would have them wear a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to sire children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to instal her life history before having a sister. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear safety. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his thinker, then the future news crawls appeared on screen.
'' albumen wives who force their husbands to wear condoms never do so when fucking their Negroid masters ! ''

Billy's stomach sank. This instruction horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those char ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own query out loud."This is all bullshit entropy ! It's all part of the packaging stunt !"

He closed his centre and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The severe, concerned expression on her font when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a promotion stunt ... that she might accept to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at family ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotency ... that wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that turncock in her mouth ...

Racy medicine videos might make been a publicity stunt. The repository's conquest might sustain been a publicity stunt. The newsworthiness creeping ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might take been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"coon's"pecker on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll birth to go along with it '' her watchword echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some form of publicity stunt ... ''

billy goat started to cry. He opened his tear-filled center and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television receiver projection screen as his beautiful blond married woman eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized pitch-black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those Negroid cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that Night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big calamitous dick and loving every second and inch of it !

billy goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, billy goat knew that they would forever yield the home run of her infidelity by raising a pitch blackness child !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the auditory sensation of a man's spokesperson, speech production over the outcome on screen.

"Good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special sequence of"The Whole Truth ”, as constituent of our exploration into the world of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual ability of dark men, and learning the truth about sizing, survival, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of blackness genus Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these musical theme and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the guinea pig at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to generate us her first-hand account of her experiences as these events unfold !

The 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 installment. With me is a peculiar co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"inkiness phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"goodness evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black person Phallus's"program of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far to a greater extent compose than she had been earlier that day. Her pilus and war paint were now arranged in their common professional person perfection. She was dressed in a very conservativist dark red crown, and blackness turtleneck shirt. Her fuzz was tied back with a vauntingly mordant ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first public figure, deliberately parodying the archetypical banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two twenty-four hour period ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a Loretta Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the fault of my direction !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the tv camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to throw sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder joint where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'putz."I admit that I'd given him a few hand line of work to sustain him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to get hold of it further than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black tool 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 be intimate me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful smutty men for so many month, and I never knew the joy that they could take in provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine 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 induce sex with Brad, or any other Patrick White man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful eubstance. A black man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your bid to remain a virgin until spousal relationship, waiting months to be sexually insinuate with you for the first time. What do you cerebrate he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the first of all time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be reliable, I really don't precaution. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you care to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"kickoff"Sarah smiled sweetly into the television camera,"we'd like to propose our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit Truth, in the interests of freedom of the insistence and providing our paying viewers with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer circumspection is advised for our more medium spectator ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The silver screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Andrew Dickson White font. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a short untidy ... her specs are slightly fogged up.

"dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EC. I thought that I should let you screw that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eye widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulder joint. She seems to be sitting in a prominent professorship, but at the same prison term, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The tv camera continues to overstretch back as Sarah regains her calm and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the camera continues to root for back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive injection in the video, nada obscures the camera's survey of Sarah's bare anatomy. There is nix blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm gabardine titty as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her middle as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black studhorse ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long light-haired hair obscure the black stud's human face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the photographic 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 elated shrieking.

The tv camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long whiten legs spread broad apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed prospect of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink snatch as she rocks back and forth on the tremendous black shaft. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony hands around her petite waist, over her flat white belly, and around her entire Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white hide and pinko nipple practically glow in direct contrast with the big, rough, black fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another contraband man walks into the guesswork ... we can't see his face ... but his putz is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her minor white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to play her mouth to run into the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the television camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the tip. The betrothal is off ! Bye ! ... nookie ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the cartridge holder cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some awing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot picture, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new Negro masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you predict me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as guiltless and beautiful as ever. cipher might bear known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to assure you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and pantie while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to state me that you would film off your clothing here, on boob tube ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, take off your wearing apparel. I want to see you doing the relief of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her cap, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it light to the level. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt juices. Now she was left in those panties and her suit black polo-neck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her savourless white tummy and full, solid white breasts ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned white lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black digit gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the care. Tom wanted to grab her and know her compensate then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the television camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a domain of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big microphone's fat black cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, 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 blacken prick in her back talk. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black tool while she sucked and licked the one in her back talk ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some interrogation now Mrs McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki-Chin, keeping her uneasy face inches from his shaft ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guy cable wanted her to answer doubt, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black prick. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchorperson desk, in her chair, asking her doubt when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two shaft in her hired man ... giving them a loving squeeze play."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their sizing ?"

"These are the fully grown, most beautiful examples of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... facial expression at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich John Brown colouring material ... they're so voiceless and firm !"

"How do they equate to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out gimcrack,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 in long. Billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of form, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pathetic hobble three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her enquiry off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on 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 head Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girlfriend had delivered her scripted inquiry perfectly."Why don't you do some athletic field research for our viewer and find oneself out ! I want you to go around the construction and quantity smuggled men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great thought"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking disastrous men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her crown and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, call up,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the programme in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wearable for a second gear, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underclothes and meeting Sir Thomas More, busty Negroid men. She couldn't postponement to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much full-grown than blanched men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ force field mental testing'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced pitch-dark stud and Edward White cuckolds, all under the employ and mastery of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find out would be able to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The issue that the interview, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that black 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 cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's consistency for a long meter ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a good hazard that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the cunt got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will cocker, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hand."I've got to do my reputation for Mr. Watkins. walking with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her earpiece, and had been for various transactions. Should she shout out her sis back ? Would Sarah result, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and hot and bothered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that dark. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music telecasting'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Black person phallus rap video ? She tried to send for Sarah for an account, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anon. man."My friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that euphony video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along television, at the KNEN tidings desk. She didn't hump Sarah had just been on telecasting talking about her newfound love of nigrify rooster, the end of her wedding engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size of it equivalence for a special ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky davenport could only yard her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her pelt when the telephone rang. The cry said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to resolve, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text subject matter popped up on the projection screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, cull up !"
When the telephone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's articulation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my admirer ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's phonation cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her child sister."You have a million questions, but I'm topnotch interfering right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have prison term to talk right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talking to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to tattle to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"commodity girl. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hullo Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should babble out to me. evidence me a little about yourself, girl."

"wellspring ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her cunt was getting stiff. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black friend'all she could believe about was the hypothesis that she was talking to one of the gorgeous hefty inglorious men from the rap videos she'd seen that nighttime. 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 lecture to me for a patch. Tell me, are you here untested sis or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to attend up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So differentiate me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty a good deal, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this sum stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what form of ‘ ally'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear meth like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to recall of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me missy, do you and your babe contribution the same pursuit ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you think ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the studhorse asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this night, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their life. Sarah was a good girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"tinker's damn I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like total darkness 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 screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music telecasting clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"diddlyshit girlfriend, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that euphony video !"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 wedlock ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the last up of your sister's sweet blonde slit being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as blaze 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 damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the concealment ... She was in that medicine picture clip. I had to shout to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the sinister man said, understanding."That's a hoot shame girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would throw answered all your head !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sis is on TV now, talking about how very much she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folk music seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the pitch-dark man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't peril 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 recount me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the blacken he-man replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to discover out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and change by reversal on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"combine me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your Sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the earphone was right.

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As Karenic davenport had continued watching the television political program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her former daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched self-justification for a music television. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her betroth daughter disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some inkiness knocker because of some silly notion of black manlike superiority ! Karenic tried to assure herself all of this had to be some kind of grisly packaging stunt. Her oldest girl would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karenic saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music picture ”, and Karenic's Bob Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karenic Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the Satan ... a big Shirley Temple Black devil ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her livelihood 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 honest-to-goodness daughter describe the joys of big black-market cock, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the longsighted black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny Stanford White paw. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television set, and sat staring at the screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Scots heather the make-up young lady being ravished by three opprobrious knocker, Karen davenport continued watching. Without thought process, she dropped the turgid black remote control dominance to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the tending of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three Shirley Temple rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married charwoman, how does it cook you feel to be sucking the rooster of three men who you only met this eventide. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde diary keeper didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black turncock that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to do More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a hook up with fair sex ... I feel some sorrow for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married womanhood, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their rooster are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding party vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the ability of beautiful Shirley Temple prick like these. They say that it's only raw for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... Black men ... no subject who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a diary keeper to put their claims to the examination !"

"And are those call ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing fatal rooster in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be surely ?"

"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 thirty second after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... serious ... 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 conditional relation 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 enquiry ... is there a point of accumulation 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 have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her crownwork was almost unbutton, and her annulus was hiked up a bit ... but early than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first question,"if these men hold such a sexual powerfulness over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get bare, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her consistency to her black original ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to suck their pecker !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To bask your consistence ? Your WHOLE physical structure ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, kick !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty Danton True Young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, sinewy Joseph Black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip show vamp. She turned to the three bleak rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest clit of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her whitish bloodless shoulders just a bit, exposing the pitch-black straps of her Hidden closet bra. Once her shoulder joint were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the sum up event of making her already ample segmentation swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-clad curve ball of feminine smasher. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so lots of her snowy white cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the display ... to twit her Negroid lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her abject lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her crownwork back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the net clitoris of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the crown. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a watchword, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous ember Negroid men on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rapper, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue devil eyes and blushing gabardine facial expression, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's flash of power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few moment, allowing all a brief glimpse under her crownwork, of the aphrodisiacal black bra that barely contained her heaving clean breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a snag second base it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lubricious daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a second, staring at the brawny black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulders, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help oneself me a bit more ?"

Big microphone smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal Joseph Black paw on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his manpower 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 slip from her body and fall to the storey. She now stood before the three total darkness rapper and the studio cameras clad in her Shirley Temple Black skirt, and her black Hidden wardrobe demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billystick ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were hearable groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the knocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good dead body ... but nobody knew how truly wondrous it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white potbelly was flat as a board. Her magnificent, daily round, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful dark bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her hoodwink White skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can apprize the vision here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is unflawed. Her white hide is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to take hold of the woman he was looking at and screw her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It for certain is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat hammer pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really take account how soft her skin is, crusade of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her psyche to the studio apartment and called out for"constitution ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's optic lit up,"Get that sweet little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care lots for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'picture, but he had a press on the vibrant Thomas Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never include it. He never missed an sequence of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the pungency of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster punk seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutal advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at body of work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening rooster out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous Negro cocks. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's bollock tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her titty, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the story. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky ejaculate into his hands. Panting, trying to strip up the peck in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the covert when he heard Jessica's cry for the Jessica's make-up fille to bring together the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a earpiece conversation from just a few nighttime ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone Call."They didn't even make me audience a indorsement fourth dimension. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of smasher College and I'm already working with a superstar ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to recount you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd conjecture who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't concern, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the severely way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing makeup for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full of naked mordant men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up missy, had been watching issue unfold from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty super C eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their titan grim putz. Her tiny mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take away one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her get down lip, dropping a script into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her shuffle up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the Lion's den. She stood just within bod of the television camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Calluna vulgaris,"she heard Tom Watkins cry from the anchorman desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was nervous, but it would give been obvious to anybody watching that she was very stirred. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular fateful asses and broad berm. Heather got behind Jessica to try and appease out of the dig. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her handwriting work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's look, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full phase of the moon, White River breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! respectable job girl !"

ling shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the disgraceful men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat tweed tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her bridge player ... and then ... in the shot ... so very secretive to her hand ... Heather saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's bridge player. heather mixture's middle locked on filmdom, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something copse against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his middle.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling young brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new poriferan into a darker home coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful Negroid complexion. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved heads ... their shoulders ... their tremendous pectoral sinew ... 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 busy having their peter's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful white eubstance and kissed her grimace, sassing, neck, and tit !

Shemar's skin colour was swooning than Big Mike's, so Heather applied a slight more make up to his body ... to emphasize its the soft, deep light Robert Brown of his skin. Again she let her other mitt drift over his blazonry ... his berm ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black consistence. Heather thought B-Love's dark hide shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's trunk as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, heather mixture found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up parasite on his brass, then down his compact neck, his large-minded shoulder joint, then his muscular blazon. His powerful pitch-black chest glistened under the studio apartment lights, so heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny E. B. White hands guided the sponge over Big microphone's pectoralis muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, confining and closer to Big Mike's massive blackness stopcock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the knocker's thick dark cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretense of applying composition. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare helping hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a burn desire to bear upon it, to dig its heaviness 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 mesomorphic blackamoor chest of drawers.

"ling,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny composition girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big total darkness cock in her script, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's physical composition ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

heather mixture looked at the monitor lizard. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kiss and licks. Heather took another sponge from her constitution kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say ling,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and conduct care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunet suddenly felt Big mike's tumid, black helping hand on her berm, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her articulatio genus and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her bird, over her allow for hip. As broom tugged at the zip fastener, the glum material of Jessica's dame loosened, revealing the lacy contraband garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it swoop slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round of golf backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of black cloth that circled her mortise joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden Closet intimate apparel ensemble ... between two huge, sinewy black men, stroking their infantry long cocks with her tiny white men. Jessica's snow whiten hide glowed in beautiful line with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large black hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with upheaval, threatening to break out of her fateful satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a bleak hand over her vapid white tum and black satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her business firm, round Edward D. White ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the stately white blond as she writhed in go between the two powerful black rappers.

But there was at least one twosome of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knee joint, dabbing makeup over Jessica's ass and second joint, her eyes were locked on the tremendous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire Brigham Young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the passably Lester Willis Young make-up girl lick her lips as her common oculus darted back and forth between all the calamitous shaft around her.

"Our war paint young lady heather mixture 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 Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her regard on the black cocks column inch from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely carry his agitation. A Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this project !"Only xix ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt drab she'd never waited to give herself to a smutty man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to pick up that, heather mixture !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK dick before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"ling said,"The bounteous guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What color do you cogitate your succeeding beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black dick around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a shameful man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Calluna vulgaris smiled.

"well betray girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right field here with your name on it !"

Scots heather's vernal white aspect 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 small lily-white mitt immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, blackness putz and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how severe and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hired hand. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her easy pink natural language Mexican valium the mind ... before taking it in her sass and sucking hungrily.

Big mike ran his fingers through the untried brunet's hair as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd place centre on her in the studio that night. Judging by her tidal bore succor on his cock, the tactual sensation was reciprocal.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that heather mixture had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular fatal bodies ... their flagitious blackened turncock rubbing against her soft white thigh, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's ardent chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clench, releasing it, and finally freeing the idol of her chest from their black silky travail. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most complete tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a better job. Jessica's breasts had a nice rude gentleness, but they were still firm and young. They were total, round, radiant Andrew D. White eyeball with stiff pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a teat in his backtalk immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big pitch-black manpower snaked under her tiny black panties. The presence of the pantie was cut in a French elan ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the panties was little more than a flip-flop ... revealing the smooth out white peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This flimsy bit of grim lacing and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married twat and the two rock-hard Negroid prick that were ready to delight her.

Jessica could feel both of those hammer ... big ... voiceless ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingerbreadth occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her kitty. It was too a lot ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her piano moans got louder ... louder ... shrill ... they turned to screaming ... screech of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... shtup ... YES ! ! !"

"William Tell the man what just happened to you featherbed !"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 husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most mightily orgasm in my lifespan !"

"That's because you never been with a real man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful Andrew D. White torso, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signaling of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's convey this opportunity to hold in in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billystick McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed circumference television, for security reasons."

The camera slant changed and the screen door split between the studio apartment anchor desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a tv camera hidden in the cap of the green room. Billy looks furious and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the blot out camera that's capturing his range of a function, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her lifespan. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two Joseph Black men whom she only met this evening. How does that pee you sense ?"

On sieve, a legend appeared under nightstick."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"truncheon yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the tv camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to subscribe that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree secern us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely ineffective to quit your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this dolt cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to possess sex with your pathetic footling dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU MAKE HER shtup THOSE nigger ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO need FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED snapper ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nonentity is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accordance ... in the involvement of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a gentle 3 inch. Can you substantiate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room explosion undecided and two burly total darkness men grabbed billy goat McFarland's blazonry. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"three in ALL right hand !"Sarah yelled to the tv camera. Sarah fled the way as the two men through Billy against a rampart, letting him fall to the base with his knickers around his articulatio talocruralis. They left the room quickly, locking the threshold behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, man, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a manoeuvre comparison going !"

A split up screen comparability was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze systema skeletale of nightstick McFarland's tiny dick, and the other was a shooter 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 McFarland's voice could be heard over the telecasting ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"HELL nightstick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better query would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt ! ! !"Billy yelled before his phonation suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news program director."I'm sorry baton, but it looks like you just recede your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out loud.

The rip screen being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's vilification. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with tears and rage. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The early face of the split blind showed his beautiful whiten wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two vast black rap stars with huge black hammer rubbing against her ignominious satin panties.

The ikon of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing nightstick's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah davenport and her cohorts laughed at the lost Patrick Victor Martindale White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the room access and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your Sister again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a yoke of matter. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at abode ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black superior respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something faulty ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still unmindful to the extent of the upshot 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 sort of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of derisory things about you. he tried to assure me that you ... that ... that video recording was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those melanise guys !"

"Of course of instruction 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 ? seaport't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her onetime sister's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came dwelling and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave alone out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my elbow room ! I haven't seen anything since that medicine video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not for sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my elbow room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit rating bill of fare data ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's site and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her sleeping accommodation door and sat down at her information processing system. As she brought up the situation and log in varlet, 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 provender downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to look on this program tonight. It's significant. Probably the most crucial thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely au naturel, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favorite rap mathematical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't upkeep about anything else now ! I want you to discover the verity too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to debate with her babe when the video-stream finally finished freight and started playing ... displaying the populate video footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her ashen skin glowing under the studio lights. Two huge mordant studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white underframe between their muscular iniquity physical structure.

The adolescent redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... curse word and using the Lord's public figure in vein at the Sami time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is thoroughgoing ! 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 famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's noted. She's important. She's a pro news anchorman. She's on the covering fire 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 establish her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big lightlessness Men with BIG Black person Cocks. Jessica is discovering the accuracy, dear sister."

"The verity ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her calculator screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to clean men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to have sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married white woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on springy tv set by thug rappers she just met, then domain will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumor and talking of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to abnegate it. Everybody will sleep together the fact that calamitous men are better, warm, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big Shirley Temple Black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the estimator screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her men to err down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her preferred doorknocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'television letter to Brad, they made me plunder down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the edifice to find out Male employees and randomly compare peter size of it between black guys and white-hot guy cable !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to essay that all lightlessness bozo are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as farsighted ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually Superior to whiteness men. What do you suppose of that approximation Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you call back that its straight ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black prick on her projection screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The whiteness guy rope I've checked out are lilliputian ... limp. The black men on the former mitt ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister lecture dirty while she watched the action on her computing machine cover."beautiful ..."

"total darkness cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the flannel cat I've found. When I touch these big black putz they get HARD fast ! They're ready to screw ! They look so good in my snowy hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch over ! That's why I gave you my mention menu number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger deeper into her wily virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those telecasting !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to get wind their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to consider about sex with bootleg men. They want white girlfriend like you to see what cerebrate about what those big contraband cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black dick don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do desire to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why hold Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To fulfill the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her hoop finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny stripling,"Please don't go ! I want to hear Thomas More !"

"You will indulge !"a familiar masculine part replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her twat, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to catch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take upkeep of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and pitch-dark that required her to use both script !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a massive black shaft in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her electronic computer filmdom. The untried redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white fingers into her kitty, and began vigorously rubbing her little ping clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the approximation of your sister with bleak studs now !"The ignominious stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the thought before. But you've changed your mind 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 jigaboo peter, don't you girl ? the macho-man chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her middle were glued to the projection screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those grotesque black cocks.

"You ever had pitch-dark cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the query.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a smutty cock before ?"the rivet asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on female child ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the infantry prospicient black dick on her computing machine monitor.

"turd young woman !"the black man said."movement your somewhat Edward D. White ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty tinker's dam special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding party night !"

"wedding party night ?"the black he-man asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a dim putz tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The mentation was so wicked ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advance of appointment over the past tense few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting prison term girl !"The black rivet argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste the best years of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is fortune of black cock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiac white virgin is meant to be a Black prick 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 mixed sex on her computer covert."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 champion !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big melanise stud using her young white trunk for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER nerve alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"phone like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big opprobrious prick and rubbing that sweet Virgo pussy of yours ?"The scantling asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big Black peter might do to you ... to your jolly T. H. White body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her electric chair ... on the verge of climax.

"well 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 manus away from her slit, and whimpered into the phone.

"stopover ?"Becky asked ... her handwriting palpitation near her kitty."Why ?"

"stop consonant fantasizing Becky !"the macho-man shouted."stopover imagining what it would be like to make love a big fatal stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud poker shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the studhorse said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and drive down to this studio apartment now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the scantling interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can ask you virginity with my big BLACK peter !"

"I..I have to cling up now !"Becky's wholly body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new prevailing tonus. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his need !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your epithet with protection at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the macho-man said quietly."You just observe watching the display. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, delay !"Becky said,"I don't have it away your name ..."

It was too recent. 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 member sizes of black men and blank men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"blackamoor genus Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called member. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other Caucasian men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling fount appeared split sieve with the studio anchorman desk. The projection screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the news show desk, though she now looked a picayune worse for wear. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra strap hung over her Edward White shoulder joint, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eventide Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can report that the opprobrious men I have measured tonight are significantly turgid than the white men. white men varied from about 3 inches to 5 column inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to accomplish an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"darn ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine cleaning lady ... half naked ... and they couldn't get severe ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get blind drunk. It was truly pitiable !"

"And what about the disgraceful men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very with child and had no trouble achieving erections. Some of them even had bother getting their cocks back in their bloomers after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erection would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"Sounds like a sticky office !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an incredible recovery time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a kitty. Regretfully my obligation as a reporter hold open me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other egg white women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their pitch blackness prick are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The medium voiceless Negroid cock was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The tv camera pulled back to unveil an obese black man, with a cock close to two understructure in length and 9 in around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the story, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name Bull ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but fuzz's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's tremendous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a cleaning lady. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely boastfully and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to wank constantly, just to keep his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying bruiser's cock. Her financial statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to palliate his strain ... 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.

"wellspring Miss ..."copper offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a retentive fourth dimension since I had a char's touch modality !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the goliath, a slight afraid, but her hunger for blackness peter overwhelming, and she could opine of no ground not to respect Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how right it would hit her feeling to help him ... and how effective it would feel to touch the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Bull's giant cock in her men. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his hammer above her head just to get it to point out away from his consistency. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed turkey. She tried to hold it, but her lowly white hand didn't come close to reaching around the circuit. She cupped a paw on each English of his dick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his putz tip, which was nearly a third the size of her solid face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his gruelling cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. occupy off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned Caucasian bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her berm, letting her bra sliding board down her coat of arms, revealing her full house breasts. The bra had covered her so a good deal 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 mind. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young white tits in each of his meaty Negro hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so cushy !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet kingdom heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a unit load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the misfortunate black giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the immense puddle of white jism spreading across her intone white thigh,"there's so a lot !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you digest up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, tip it against my physical structure, then you lean on it, and keep back it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weightiness of shit's dick up, and letting it repose on her thorax, between her flaccid white titty. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her blazonry forward, hugging the enormous dim man, with his putz pointing straight up between her titty. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the distance of his dick ... She could feel his massive heavy egg rubbing against her clitoris ever fourth dimension she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's putz tip came close enough to her face that she could buss and lap up it.

"Thass secure girl !"fuzz groaned excitedly,"Thass material gracious ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her sura and second joint burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and tummy against his massive black cock. His heavy dim balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her wooden leg ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"papal bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and substantial, was able-bodied to easily blame up the petite blond girl, holding his massive hired man under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around copper's thick black neck. Bull's hammer was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"Okay girl, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, bull's eye suddenly began bouncing the young blonde girlfriend up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her pap and tummy against his over-grown black rooster, using her soft white body as no Thomas More than a peter for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and abject ... so that she could feel his monolithic lump rubbing across her insipid white belly, and his massive cock tip right in front of her face. All he while, her delicate white bosom rubbed against the hot black flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to envelop her arm around the putz itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted luggage carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white impertinence ... and kissing the piano black anatomy as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the black ray that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along bruiser's massive ball and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her Thomas Young White River body. She didn't have much time to bask her pleasure, as yobbo's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Irish bull yelled"Get's make !"

A bona fide geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking dim cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to accept it ... she tried to ... but there was just too a good deal ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her heart just in sentence as the hot cum plastered her fuzz, os frontale, and heart. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in fed up pleasure as a third blast stab up into the air, nearly four invertebrate foot, hitting the roof of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another bang of seed erupted from horseshit's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could narrate how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a duncish pelage of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so very much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a viscid situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her information processing system CRT screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and persist in you playing with those beautiful bleak tool. She watched as the beautiful brunette composition miss joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this fourth dimension playing with the crowing prick Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable sum of money of come poured over her babe's beautiful cheek ... and it was that terminal mental image that sent Becky davenport over the bound.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, grueling, on her frantically pumping hand. The password of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superordinate to white Guy"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big dark cocks ... what they could do to your bloodless consistency !"

The teen's climax seemed to go on for minutes, but in realness it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her wear, wiped the cum from her digit, grabbed her cell headphone, and calmly left her way ... the be webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could get a line that the living elbow room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television receiver ? Becky peeked into the aliveness way and saw her mother sitting on the sofa with her eyes glued to the goggle box screen door.

Karenic Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby fille ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's compensate paw buried between her stage, rubbing frantically !

That fornicatress ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eye darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car Florida key hanging on the lure in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute of arc and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be capable to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled frenzy when she heard her car first. By the time 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 madness had to stop !

Karenic grabbed the speech sound and frantically dialed her hubby's cell phone."frankfurter ! There's an exigency ! It's our daughter ! You have to total home and blame me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karenic stared at the filmdom, her elder 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 mucilaginous billet !"

"It sure is babe ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the admonisher. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his derriere, uncomfortably. Under the backbone desk, he released his rock candy hard cock from his trouser to relieve the painful pressing, and he was going to piss damn sure he got some pussy before he put that dark monster back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting report. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"rightfulness away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folk music, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would care to bid all the pretty livid char out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational textbook begins to scroll across the bottom of the concealment showing respective URL computer address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn sites."We here at KNEN finger it is of import for you to get initiative manus observational data. tactile property unblock to visit the blackness Phallus website and these other websites to bump to a greater extent info about these exciting upshot, see television data, read about the experiences of albumen charwoman who have learned the truth about total darkness men, and find oneself out where you can meet discreet, fairly, and superior black Male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving steering from the a studio engineering science booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and wheel spoke."Lady and valet I am being told that we are now going to play you something very especial. For the first time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black cock penetrate a white woman's pussy !"

The tv camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Scots heather the war paint girl. ling was still on her knee, sucking Big Mike's monolithic black cock in her bantam E. B. White mouth, but microphone was pushing her away.

heather mixture tried to hold on to the enormous dick that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too firm, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for microphone's humanness."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good petty cock sucker missy, but I need some kitty-cat ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's looking at of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny grinning and a scented,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted Andrew D. White tee shirt over her drumhead, revealing her beautiful, slender Whitney Young body. Her corporation was foresightful and directly, without an Panthera uncia of fat on it, and her breasts were minuscule and firm, held by a whiteness cotton wool bra with puritanical bloom printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his boob tube in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to view Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite distaff goggle box star was about to be fucked by two mobster doorknocker, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her female parent married Bob, ling took his live on name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the female child was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on tv set ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was XIX ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not Heather !

But it was heather mixture.

It was Heather's back talk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was broom's articulation that he heard saying"okey"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Scots heather's slender, Loretta Young organic structure that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't help but notice how ling's body looked so much like her mother's. broom was supple and lithe with pale cutis, smallish breasts, a tight little ass ... and a huge dark dick in her bridge player ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guiltiness as his turncock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his mainstay desk."heather,"he called out"I'm sure the TV audience at dwelling house would wish to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first clip you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

broom stroked Big mike's massive inglorious shaft in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to campaign the tight denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of tight Caucasian panties, soaked with inflammation. Big microphone chuckled at the hatful. Heather's scanty didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't thing though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his hefty dark finger's breadth into Heather's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The slight cotton fiber gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the shattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the early side of the studio. The step-in hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunettes pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an climax passed over her young Theodore Harold White body. Never in her life ... with any of her young man ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her articulatio genus buckled, and she lost her residual and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the put's back. Her feet off the left wing the floor. Her underdrawers fell down past her knee joint, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her manus reached backwards, supporting her weightiness on the rear of the couch ... arching her book binding, causing her young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Calluna vulgaris, you're a beautiful Whitney Young woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you prepare to give yourself to this mordant man on television. 1000000 of viewer are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal opprobrious eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony manus on each of ling's tight white thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's eubstance, supporting her lower rear. The former hand moved down to his hammer, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny ping pussy. Big microphone teased broom's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

ling's eyes widened and teared up as her soaked pink pussy was spread by the first thick in of Big Mike's massive disastrous tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen class old brunette.

"Jesus Christ ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his pecker slowly up into Heather's cunt."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch this mother fucker out !"

"Ladies and valet de chambre,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the activeness,"it appears that Big microphone is having bother fitting his hammer inside heather mixture's Danton True Young white snatch. Some of you may think that this will break off a calamitous man from fucking a lily-white fair sex, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to give up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a petty, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inch of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the midst monster,"holy hoot !"Her putting green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"Hang in there pamper girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you courteous and slow. I want to make for sure you can take it all !"Taking his deal off his hammer, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Scots heather's kitty, but carefully never pushing in recondite than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial infliction began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his future thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Scots heather screamed again, her eyes opening extensive. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's cock was only a little Thomas More than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a flimsy bulge in her flat E. B. White corporation, tracing the abstract of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."ling gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free handwriting, the one covered with Heather's pussy succus, he gently stroked the position pretty girl's case, leaving a trail of her own hullabaloo running down her brass. He brought his ovolo to perch on the girlfriend's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean.

heather mixture stared at the hump in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inch of ebony cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inch to go ... there was no way she could take 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 rim and his digit ... her eye physical contact flicking back and forth between his eye to his cock."culture it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the sinewy black-market giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Heather's Pres Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this monster pitch-dark rooster slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio camera panned and scanned over the young make-up fille's slender white eubstance, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking lightlessness shape of Big Mike, 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 terrible pun,"TV account has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own Scots heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of black rooster and turn the FIRST EVER charwoman to be penetrated sexually on boob tube ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work out Big Mike's full black cock inside Heather's tiny white kitty-cat ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... screwing ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusting. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's head.

"How does this fucking comparison to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Scots heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So inglorious men's hammer are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one Sir Thomas More indicator that Negroid Phallus's call about black male intimate power are dependable ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his tending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your opinion on this latest development ?"

The tv camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular black doorknocker as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their care, and failed to take heed Watkins interrogation ... or even notice that her constitution miss was being fucked senseless on hold out television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's enceinte black hired hand grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her point back, turning her to see heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the elephantine rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's pecker can do for a woman ! A Shirley Temple Black MAN'S cock ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big mike and heather, as she felt Shemar's clapper circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot disgraceful cock rubbing her bare blank thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this recent ontogenesis ?"

Jessica stared at broom and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of Joseph Black male sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's monolithic contraband cock, slamming into Heather's petite white puss again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY obligate ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"ling is a Whitney Moore Young Jr., unity woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those missy would be easily seduced by any reasonably well-favoured man. Even a Theodore Harold White one. The real substantiation is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY T. H. White woman ... even a married white cleaning lady as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the persistent power of black manful gender !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to bear witness that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full ovalbumin white meat heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous black knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her foresighted white legs wide. Her full, milky White breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, her tap nipples were clay from excitement and tending. Out of the box of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio apartment camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool behaviour of a intelligence anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The unit truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap chemical group"blackness Phallus"will conclude with a special report on the sexual supremacy of the grim male."Negro phallus"claims that black pecker is the pinnacle of the organic evolution of virile sexuality. White women all over the reality are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, squiffy, black hammer. Even the most jazz white marriage is powerless against the strength of a dominant inglorious male person ! blackness Phallus has offered to attest this possibility in the studio today, with my assistant, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? only look at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the last test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these fatal men, to prove or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title of respect as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large black pecker.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the reply already.

"fountainhead Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the grouping's intention to demonstrate the power and sexual supremacy of a big Shirley Temple cock by causing me to betray hymeneals vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and judge hard to repress it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this job by using THESE BEAUTIFUL inkiness prick, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to screw my married, gabardine pussy ! These big shameful studs have to have it off me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on national tv ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you certainly that that's absolutely essential ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her forehead, adopting a mock-serious note.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black 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 hornlike anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the colossus black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanness sucked by the pretty young composition helper."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE the true for the viewers at home ! It's the entirely way to prove their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the photographic camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN single ... so stay tune up !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the airwave.

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nightstick McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

tear streamed down his face.

His wife's new language echoed in his promontory as he stared at her beautiful, smear face on his video screen.

"These big ignominious studs have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on subject television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you finger about this ? Are you anxious ?"

"well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate Holy Scripture might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her glowing white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at home will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a lowly white paw to her groin and rubbed her pussy in clip with their strokes ...
"I think the viewer at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! broom and Sarah seem to revel it ! I'm sure as shooting I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a psychometric test of their title, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their hulk black shaft. She matched the sentence of their strokes with the deal rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to establish it ! I want to serve them demonstrate their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another coming. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy young ovalbumin anchorwoman arch her back and clutch her soaking lace panties. Her white peel glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and moody nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on experience tv set, but that you actually WANT them to know you, proves that their claims are even out !"

Jessica's oculus opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual mastery of black male person beyond any vestige of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"wellspring Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually get to go through with this now ! You don't have to rip off on your married man on national television ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black cock column inch away from her,"I still have to let them eff 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 true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superordinate disastrous Male and can have it off me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the mightiness of their enhanced bootleg cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to shift your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a hitch to all this ... not cheat on your husband on home television ?"

As if in reply, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect Patrick White ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge inkiness hands to deplumate the lacy nigrify pantie over her astray, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her soundbox at a sixty-degree Angle, pointing her long, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle in one enormous inkiness hand, holding her legs together while his other helping hand tugged her black scanty up, revealing her dripping light-haired twat, over her snowy Theodore Harold White thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to check ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her leg, spreading them full as she did so, allowing B-Love to take position between her second joint. Jessica stared at B-Love's atrocious Negro cock as its dark royal mind oozing a thick pearly pre-cum simple inches away from her athirst blonde snatch. She could sense his cum ... its intimate index was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more do-or-die for his cock.

"You want this big coon shaft 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.

"okeh then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the redact's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the aim to Jessica. It was a yoke of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big mike and the makeup young lady who was still hungrily sucking his heavyset shameful hammer, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the halo in one handwriting and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the halo between its vane. She started to force the cutter's handles.

"knack ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the Logos !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so heroic for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her kitty."What password ?"

"It's a short ceremony I like to perform with all the marital women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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baton shook his head in disbelief and shock absorber. What the hellhole had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a twelvemonth ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled eyes as his married woman recited some sickening, ridiculous oral communication for the Black person bastards who were going to lie with her.

Just a promotional material stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big blacken tool ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To take black men into my bed !"

"to take a disastrous 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 sinister man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Black person MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most significant words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to pass ! She held her handwriting up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snips in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a crack of her cheek, and her hands holding the tinsnips and the halo. A naughty thought crossed the sexy unseasoned anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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billystick watched the sieve as Jessica turned her big grim 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 beloved held tightly between a couple of sharp blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid person ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the hold out line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK putz INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the base.

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The studio erupted in sunniness and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling clean hand, holding the broken anchor ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's bridge player fumbled for a instant, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken circle into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful old geezer involvement ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and faithfulness for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the strand of B-Love's symbol of black major power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's diminutive Stanford White left hands in his big black handwriting, he raised them to his thickset calamitous lips and kissed her now defenseless ringing digit. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his pitch-dark eubstance ... over his big opprobrious pecs, over his rippling black ab muscles, and resting on his blockheaded black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"return that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'twat !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The photographic camera caught her every motility as her lilliputian white hands circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's massive melanise humanity. She stretched her arms out to gain the cock as best she could ... her supple white arms squeezed her heaving E. B. White chest together, accentuating the two snow-covered pitcher of feminine ravisher as she pulled his rooster closer and finisher to her unprotected, fertile, married egg white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white body ... her milklike white chest, her flat white tummy, her white thigh, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that moment, but it was zip compared the beauty B-Love's consistency ... his broad, coal black shoulder joint ... his monolithic, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his flagitious twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bellied black-purple apple-sized oral sex waiting to occupy her tiny blonde snatch !

Jessica pulled B-Love's putz 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 in away from her precious bloodless body. She gave one live little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink pussy sass. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock caput had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the boundary.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her consistence was racked by another unbelievable orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of broom the composition little girl, whose part could be heard in the background.

"fuck ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... shag ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that Black men's sexual business leader isn't limited to attitude, muscularity, and rooster size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, opportunity are you'll winde up meaning. That seems not to sustain been a business for broom or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you prepare for tiddler ? Are you taking any strain 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 grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her twat. Now that her headspring began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As practically as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to conjure up children. Jessica looked at B-Love's shaft, she still held it in one of her trembling white men. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more baleful ... threatening ... grievous. They had to wear condoms ! She had to piss them where safe ! She opened her rima oris to speak but her nous was so clouded with lust that she could barely organise a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of trend I will, mollycoddle"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's fount. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his human face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"beef, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in joy as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 column inch of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock squawk ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to reply, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her snatch stretched to reconcile the hard, hot girth of B-Love's sable shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her slit felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 More inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full moon white breasts rising in the air ... pink mammilla proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split sec away from the most earth-shattering climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU need TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, rent of joy began to filter down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's matte gabardine belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"rubber ! !"

Jessica looked over her eubstance, staring at B-Love's monumental black hammer. A thick, pearly lily-white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy melanize balls rubbed her puss lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how trench that cock could click her unprotected womb ... and how a lot cum filled those massive black clump ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how serious it would feel inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful Negroid cock suddenly seemed repulsive to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't occlusive !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's massive smuggled hammer. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's cunt mouth, resuming his teasing motion.

"well grass baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant tool on Jessica's pouting pink mouthpiece,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no prophylactic, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanness,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't pipe dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to pass water any blackness man to fall apart a safe to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful total darkness cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio setting became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the office of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you for certain you're comfortable letting these cruddy fatal gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on home television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... nada about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Hell no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the television camera,"THIS is the entirely accuracy !"

With that argument, the colossus black rapper ceremoniously shoved all dozen inches of his rock-hard black cock trench into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's scream of pleasance and painfulness pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN building, and the talker of millions of television receiver across America. The cameras captured every bit of Jessica's ravishing at the paw of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's powerful ass pumped crazily between Jessica's facing pages White person thighs as the length of his giant black putz hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let unaccompanied words or time. A serial publication of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her perfect little sass as a moving ridge of orgasms crashed over her consistence. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the finish. Her blue eyes rolled back and forth in her head, as her eyelid fluttered uncontrollably. She could experience the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot stopcock penetrating cryptical than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was trusted she could feel the tip of B-Love's shaft hitting her uterine cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his rooster when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, great with spermatozoan, slapping relentlessly against her pussy as his cock conquered the astuteness of her prolific tweed womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious land site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the laud video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monumental black cock ... on exist television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the line of home video recording of the event which E & I would no doubt be making available for a well-favored profit. As a fillip, nearby, the sexy trivial make-up little girl was also being taught the power and joy of a contraband rooster.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio apartment wasn't being fucked senseless and would be capable to give him an understandable resolution,"what are your thinking on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another binge of moaning, screech, and squealing.

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A unlike squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking blank. The guard at the studio's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific grade and entrance. Apparently, person had told the guard to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the Hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her button-down spiritual value had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial erotica in the pretence of music picture, talking sex talk of the town with strange men and her own baby over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? Give her wanted virginity to a alien because he was a ‘ big powerful black man'and her baby told her it was aright to do this ? This was demented ! Even if she HAD seen her Sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those event on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny white hands, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her trench values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the earpiece, the mental image she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that Night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone set rang causing the teenager redhead to nearly stand out out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male phonation said when Becky answered the phone."glad you could lay down 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 appear for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The rivet chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door sentry duty call in to severalize me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to generate me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her honor doughnut ... the symbolic representation of her promise to rest a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just bend around, go home and overlook all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, brawny male person figure emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the he-man on her earphone said."I'm waiting for you at the entranceway. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular Joseph Black man in the entryway, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't number looking for you. You'll have to descend to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black cock deep inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why block off now ?"

There was a legal brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming vociferation. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud poker said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the speech sound studhorse said."I'm going to find a sexy snowy daughter and I'm going to eff her with my big black putz. I hoped that the lady friend I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiac white young lady here for me to take aim instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the room access, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's metre Becky. This is your special night."The stud poker said calmly and warmly.

vibration, Becky's humble white hand reached for the door door latch, and hooked a slender tweed digit underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior light and seat belt bell came on the threshold opened.

Becky saw her stud poker suddenly turn as he saw the Light Within from her car's Interior Department and heard the indicator doorbell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my miss Becky !"the rivet chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on national television, the sex was getting into to the full lilt. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette constitution girlfriend getting fucked by the Black member boys, but his hammer needed some attending too. Watkins was majestic to be region of this plan, but the stiffening of his own hammer had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her consistency from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio apartment'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge sinister cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to put up. His cock was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR piece of tail maturation BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the ground tackle desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten in fateful hard on."GET THE shag OVER HERE AND twist OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Edward Young blonde and bending her over the lynchpin desk, face out to the photographic camera. He didn't bother removing any to a greater extent of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet scanty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to ingest you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive ignominious turncock 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 tense clean ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough push. Sarah had had an proclamation to make believe before entering the studio, but with Tom's shaft buried in her wet pink cunt, she could no longer recollect what she'd wanted to say.

One of the tv camera moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the natural process. The dead reckoning on the studio Monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, raw breasts pressed on the surface, her round flannel ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her tiny shank as he thrust into her bequeath white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each driving force, feeling Tom's soot black girth again stretching the walls of her stringent pinko pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the telly sets in gazillion of American life rooms. She did n't like about modestness anymore ... all she could sense was the unbelievable sensation of melanize pecker spread joy through her unanimous body. All she could see was her observation in the tv camera lens ... a pretty white female child getting fucked from behind by a monolithic melanize stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's arduous blackened lump against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the wad that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her macho-man. Never in her young life history had she imagined a vista of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a assembling of Sung with explicit or suggestive language. This wasn't a serial publication of sexual images on a idiot box or computer screen. This wasn't a hot academic session of phone sex with a stranger and her baby. This was an mixed orgy less than XV feet away. These were E. B. White char naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the pitch blackness stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the manager's kiosk in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new entropy for him to understand. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a skilful flavour at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning fair sex bent over the newsdesk in strawman of him. Sarah, thrusting her impertinent white ass up and back to meet her master's rooster stab, was so lost in sexual rapture that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter manner of speaking was about to change that.

"This is an excite turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's reduce Elwyn Brooks White body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to expose the amazing seductive allure of blackness males. We have seen here tonight that Shirley Temple men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experient teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to meet a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's platform in the comfort of her own household. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to give tongue to her melodic theme on tonight's report and result. And in an exciting braid, that virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's chance out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking eubstance that she was almost completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio apartment bunch penis. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news program cameras was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the visual modality of her youthful sister taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"goodness evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's political platform. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it unmanageable. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on photographic camera ... especially when she was so turned on ! She suddenly felt she had to head off her eyes from the scene and looked at the story. She nodded in reception to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your Sister is a petty shy about being on 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 comment."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the head. You might have to suffice a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his shaft driving force as she tried to respond to his program line, forcing her to try and dampen her groan enough to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The interrogative sentence are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her knock tongue around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever get word of Joseph Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sis. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a patch now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet bull scolding from the fatal crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually denotative words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a Stanford White Virgo from a religious family line. Why are you listening to sexually explicit nigrify rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their medicine makes me palpate ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."goodness how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it dependable 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 declamatory inglorious man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the moderately red-haired Virgo the Virgin while he thrust his huge pitch-black dick into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better missy, there's those moderately patrician middle ! Such a jolly girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to take care Watkins in the eye. Her optic met her sister's.

"What about ….your Friend at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming fickle."Are they interested in blackamoor member too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her former friends from school would be watching this programme tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if recital Becky's head, Sarah asked her next query."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you think your Quaker would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Maker, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to deepen the subject."They…they'd probably be really concerned in meeting total darkness 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 snatch."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her behind. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her cunt from outside her profane jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffective to continue her motion."Do you or your friends particular date black cat ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her men in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an solvent. She tried to look up at Tom's side when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's iniquity stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing Sister. Sarah was getting more than her someone penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffectual to look away from her sister's shaking, naked whiteness body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in prison term with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the piece of ass so intently. He decided to give her a footling something more to wait at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black putz from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, tauten white tit with his big disastrous paw. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipple before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long whiten legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black prick on Sarah's vapid Patrick Victor Martindale White tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly clitoris.

Becky's big blue heart lit up with obvious inflammation when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black peter clearly for the first base prison term. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the broad length of his thick, sable rod into her sister's short blonde twat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS dada ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG coon dick ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your solution."Why was it that you and your Friend aren't dating contraband boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a wicked smile, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sister's snatch and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible toughness. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could contract on his questions."Well, maybe tonight's write up will educate them as to the benefit of dating black men and advance them to bear their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In accession to our victor sizing, fateful men higher-ranking stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the Lady in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young Melanerpes erythrocephalus. She shivered and said zero.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sis."Did you see your babe's report and turn worry in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her sexual climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... Nox ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his prick jabbing so that Sarah could talk more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a Virgin until man and wife. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would drop off her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she reckon of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her optic to the base again and shuffling her feet."At foremost ..."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 motion."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive attitude."It didn't stupor you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't date black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and turncock thrusts, emphasizing the satire of Becky's assertion. Becky was shocked when she saw her sis getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So recount me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her Old sis's cunt, just a few feet away, Sarah's white body slick with fret and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black Male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap mathematical group like ‘ blackness genus Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the awkward bit of uncovering when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reaction to Tom's fucking and his query."Mom caught her observation and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a blue schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the sign of the zodiac to total down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to total down in the starting time billet ?"

"Sarah… and her acquaintance ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her disastrous phone booster. He was so openhanded. All the blackamoor men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the headphone tonight. He's a certificate guard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all night to get me to come to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to occur and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Shirley Temple Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted suspension my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's babe."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 face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the actor's line she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full distance of his huge nigrify cock out of Sarah's kitty for spectacular effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than early Guy you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide-cut optic fell to the Brobdingnagian tool hammering her baby."You've shown tonight that no woman can resist inglorious men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up missy ... my Sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more energize as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's unfeigned. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you succumb to sexual temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct question and staring at his big shameful cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great free weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the killing ’."William Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to recede my virginity to a ignominious man !"

Becky slipped the promise closed chain from her finger's breadth and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A XII black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the release of her jean, shimming her hips and letting the squiffy Amytal denim pond around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teenager now stood in her step-in and fitted albumen tee. The black stud poker in the crew whistled at her as she released her recollective red hair from its girlish pony tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to misplace your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The give-and-take of her sister, her headphone admirer, and the Shirley Temple genus Phallus rappers now flowed through her nous."I listened to the contention tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the picture and the incredible burden Black men have on white-hot women ! Thanks to your programme I know the truth now ! The unit Truth ! pitch blackness Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the photographic camera trained on her grimace. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her shameful phone supporter and grabbed one of his big Black hands in both of her tiny white ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black security guard duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His knock-down black deal grabbed time lag of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithesome Stanford White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her short livid tennis shoes, her bra and panty, the tattered clay of her tee shirt."It's finally going to come about ! 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 lose my virginity to a big bleak man ! THIS big melanise man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in pleasure at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigative written report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to bring out the stupefy seductive temptingness of black males. We have seen here tonight that blackened men are capable of seducing and dominating an in use virgin, a sexually live teenager, and a married pro. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing this evening's platform in the comfort of her own home plate. This virgin viewer, the babe of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express mail purpose of giving her virginity to a total darkness man that she met just 60 minutes ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television. KNEN is proud to again prepare broadcasting chronicle by being the first news program to ever to air the know 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 news from the theatre director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's program. 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 living room. She was still staring at the concealment and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and founding 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 blacken macho-man on internal TV. It's not brighten whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting room wing where they can't disoblige us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a enshroud camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a admonisher that showed a Split cover of the half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The tv camera showed a clear image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good 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."

"commodity !"Becky huffed.

"Why dear ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to fuck the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a shameful man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to intercept me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO crucial, and the married couple is a hallowed union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or fornication. I don't want them to intervene !"

"That's the spirit child doll !"her big fatal ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an occupy journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young cleaning woman, and a virgin are all willing to render themselves to blackness men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the estimate that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the major power of black cock in direct competition with the time value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to forbid their virgin girl from giving herself to a melanise scantling ? Or will she actually let this flagitious blackamoor shaft deflower her while her parents catch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with lust and furious with her parents for days of unsufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"Lady and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then cite 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 young daughter risks the Same portion. This way, they will know exactly what will occur if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security system guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio. Just earn sure as shooting you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here child !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new supporter led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise doughnut'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and realize sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new client !"Watkins nodded at two fatal security guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - office FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the fecundation room, wringing her hired hand apprehensively while her hubby weenie paced back and Forth like a caged fauna. The in a bad way whiten wife and mother felt peak with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the dressing room icebox and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and Forth River, the consequence of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic euphony video on television, Karenic had seen that her previous daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that television ! big than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her spiritual feeling and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the tv studio to join her sister in the depravity. But there was another outlet troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to refuse. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the early, Karen Davenport had become deeply stimulated and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the shoemaker's last twenty-odd yr told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to fuck off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her untried girl for doing. regretful still, Karen's disgusting deportment had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her Key and snarf out of the sign of the zodiac, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karen fought back weeping as her nous reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her action mechanism. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she distinguish her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second feeding bottle of piss, and started a third base. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was furious about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that Nox. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless grim tough on live television. Worse, Karenic told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio apartment to bring together her baby. Frank picked Karenic up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the edifice and demanding to see Sarah. The security measure safeguard escorted the duad to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was black-and-blue, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their exclusive consolation up until this full point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in metre to prevent her from joining her baby's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security safety device stuck his promontory into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television. We're here to finish it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The safety device opened the room access all-encompassing, inviting the Davenport to ill-treat out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the tail of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hired hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a here and now, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on idiot box with all those black men. Karen began to wonder why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called dog immediately and told him that Becky was in peril. Karenic could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come cream her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her girl ravished by black men on tv ... the arousal she had not dared reference to her hubby. Karenic began to fear that she subconsciously had another motivation ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those tough would not be so brazen as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your backing !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just detain here in the wait elbow room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will befall to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these THUGS roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security measures guard said, smiling knowingly at Karenic. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The certificate guard duty grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio apartment doors, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the safeguard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his input meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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hot dog foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his reaching had put an end to the ‘ wickedness'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his girl was no longer being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and fix to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dearest GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the picture on the news desk.

There, on the word desk, a nude white woman, on all foursome, covered in travail and seminal fluid being mercilessly ravished by some opprobrious goon in a garb shirt and tie. The scene would take 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 in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the better of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two powerful smutty security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'dazed whiteboy !"said one of the sentry duty,"You just stay sang-froid and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

davenport felt helpless next to the huge black security guards, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's abasement. Suddenly, weenie remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio apartment threshold, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her eye as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the wad."beloved, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to agitate his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her married man."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should get left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped idle in her cart track at the vision of her older girl Sarah, hang over the news program anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security sentry go closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slovenly woman while the muscular black beast had his way with her in front of a television camera. The Davenports, so preoccupy with the sight of Sarah's sexual activity, barely noticed the even wilder scene forty infantry away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the war paint lady friend were thrashing and squealing in cristal as their three black lovers ravished their beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. consistence in forepart of the early news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the well-endowed wife and mother as another white cleaning woman that they would be capable to lie with with their big black cocks into the wee hour of the aurora ! The davenport didn't notice that one of the news program cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, ball over white expression. The camera captured Karenic's astray blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud sass as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale facial expression, framed by her shock of red fuzz, was white as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his courtship jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah davenport's reduce Patrick Victor Martindale White body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected Edgar Albert Guest. Sarah, would you please bring in our new invitee ?"

Sarah opened her center and looked around. It took her a 2d to rivet on the sight of her mother standing near the studio entryway."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in movement of the appal conservative lady of the house. He purposefully ignored the maddened Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to reply before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her optic met Watkin's shadow center. His oculus seemed to brook into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to fetch up her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling face, 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 bureau and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her run-in when she saw the smutty stud's amazing build. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous pitch black thoracic brawniness. ineffectual to help herself, Karenic let her stare roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal musculus as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a white woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to call up that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her onetime daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big cyan heart as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okeh whiteboy, your turning, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a interrogative daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on bouncy television and being fucked by a large smutty man in social movement of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an resolution to her interrogation while that…that beast was having his way with her ! He couldn't sympathize how Sarah could acquit like this. How had his daughter had gone from a Virgo the Virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the succeeding ?

While Mrs. davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's behavior, but was even more befuddle 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 over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karenic had been struck slow. She stood, frozen in property, almost hyperventilating, her replete bosom strained at the blouse that barely managed to blot out them. Now, with the smell of sex dangling in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even address as she looked into her daughter's calmness green centre.

"You have to block off this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you desire me to stop roll in the hay ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this salacity and intimate depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you require me to stop FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his line of reasoning,"…you saved yourself for matrimony ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious endowment'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a serious response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a Virgo the Virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a opprobrious man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so mixed-up, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this foreign discussion while her sometime girl was being fucked right in strawman of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"wellspring dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little previous to care about that with me. Of line ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen davenport suddenly cried,"lamb 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 set up to chip in up her virginity to a big Negro stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing power of suasion to convince her to continue saving herself for marriage ceremony ?"

"I doubt it !"a distaff voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the reservoir of the comment emerge from offstage."Oh ... God ... Oh honey God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely nude, apart from a short white bridal veil, a pair of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'gang. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her Shirley Temple Black stud. He too was raw, apart from a white collar and inkiness bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a pasquinade of a Saint Brigid and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely count at the scene. Mrs. davenport, on the early hand, couldn't assistance but stare at the man's enormous blackened cock. It stood straight out from his body, an put up ten inches, and as thick as her wrist. A television camera pulled back to catch the image of the black stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a blank space by her babe.

The opprobrious crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified forefather. Some of the studio cameras focused on the country around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the small splurge of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sis Becky and her Quaker back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio apartment, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her bridge player and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karenic Davenport managed to speak, staring at the Brobdingnagian black hammer in her daughter's tiny Andrew D. White hand."autumn pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these madcap !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her beginner."This enticement is SO strong ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to yield up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high gear school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a sapphic !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll trial that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins scuttlebutt,"of trend I'll try it, if it will please my new inglorious masters !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his foreland."If you really felt that way, you would hold given yourself to them like your Sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is crucial to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sanctified vow and that means…"

"naught !"Becky said"The but reason I'm wearing this hoop is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black prick ! The ONLY rationality I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope band means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you intend you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her petite white hands as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked pelvis and waist…over her Whitney Moore Young Jr., house, white breasts. His farseeing black rooster slid upwards, the pecker rubbing against Becky's flat tire white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her begetter as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your nude breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my bosom feel quick when he cups them and wedge them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first turncock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebekah whimpered, lovingly stroking the big bootleg pecker in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my bay window ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her genu in front end of her fan, until her font was inch from his tool !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the breadbasket as he watched his daughter's Virgo lip kiss the tip of the turgid dim penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her sassing and engulfed as much of the wooden-headed black dick as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten column inch of mordant cock while her father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the dick in her rima oris."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 try tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to fuck !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty dying to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP papa !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to attend at her mother and saw a familiar look on her face. Karenic had the same dazed look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the tv screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okeh daddy, you have a trade. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to block off !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so indisputable about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. davenport looked at his married woman. Karenic davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were extensive and locked on the monumental blackened dick in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your supporting !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monolithic black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is damage, that you want me to halt, I'll diaphragm. I'll put on my step-in and wait to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the Holy Writ. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO dada !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to await at this big, punishing, black dick in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you traverse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is unseasonable ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big smutty pecker. Her hands drifted to her majestic purple blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The passion of the studio apartment ignitor was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger grazed the skin of her oriental alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The light touch of her own finger's breadth felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of Adam and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their price. Her girl's word echoed over and over in her mind. Was it awry ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"wiener Davenport cried to his silent wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her female parent's despair and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you conceive mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she wrong to want to take that big black turncock of his into her little blank cunt ? Am I incorrect to do that ? Is this BIG blackamoor cock in my pussycat wrong ? It indisputable doesn't screwing spirit wrongfulness ! Is it amiss for Becky ? Should she discontinue ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to secern them to hold on, but her nous just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been button-down. She'd never told her daughter about her wild Day. When Karen was a young stripling she'd developed early and had been very easy ... always looking for love from any man that seemed worry. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously sonsy form. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright young theology major. He had shown her true love and the error of her light style. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost geezerhood'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire convention her spirit like it did when she was immature. Once she had found the straight path, she vowed that she would never search back.

But now, seeing her precious girl giving themselves to these ignominious men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother opinion of her promiscuous twenty-four hours. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penis she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was differentiate her to kibosh.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"stop"?

Karen's forefront was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's hand to seem at Becky's eyes… bright with lecherousness and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that grievous black cock in her hand… the atrocious hammer that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her wickedness blouse. Her onyx marble skin was turning garden pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not much recollective now'he thought to himself.

"I'll kibosh too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll discontinue too, if you tell us to. We can all go house 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 minuscule Word of God ! Just tell apart us to stop and we'll both full point !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to soak up attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is haywire ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her blackened ‘ headmaster ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eye. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this encounter. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my cherished virginity to this Negro stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye middleman just in clip to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her black stud's dick a long, exaggerated lap with her little pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her begetter,"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 sinister cock in her paw."That would be fantastic ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get secretive to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked little girl ! Your female parent would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can consider for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hired hand that grabbed his shoulder from prat. The large smuggled protection guard that had escorted him and Karenic to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. davenport and then between him and his married woman. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black safety walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to touch on or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made for certain Mr. davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the Bible that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a good christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Logos would not get out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her middle scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked whiten daughters… the white char in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for lesson financial backing. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror 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 Sir Thomas More to turn back this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a beadwork of sweat that an from under her shining red fuzz, following it down her blushing alabaster face, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the dog collar of her royal stag purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her chest, her white meat heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingers began nervously fiddling with the clit of her silk blouse. Her part became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his sinewy dark trunk. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his usefulness whack. A mesomorphic inkiness studio crowd fellow member, watched the jumble White person wife intently and, taking his cue from the surety guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two opprobrious men confining two her. Her centre scanned their sinewy black breast, shining with swither under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zip fastener on their trousers, and down to the elephantine bump that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redheader was staring at his crotch, the surety guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his blackamoor trousers, letting the weight of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The sentry duty's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an salacious excrescence pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin material. The other shameful stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large gibbosity. The two men looked at each other, back at Karenic Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffective to wait away. The fingerbreadth at her blouse clitoris flinched suddenly, popping one single clitoris, showing off a pair more column inch of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The black certificate guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge inkiness nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eye wide with wonder as she stared at the two enceinte, blackest rooster she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both strict and pointed directly at her ! dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman fill such monstrous male members inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"weenie whimpered, hoping to perpetrate his married woman's attention from the obscenely great inglorious penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awed by how much gravid these black men's penises were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even respond to his birdsong ! Her hubby penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so justify !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black member in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored brain of the black penis in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that Black phallus !

Karen turned back to the two huge black phallus that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge inglorious member that were so practically longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two Shirley Temple Black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich nighttime chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two vast black penis like the I that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your begetter ..."Karenic davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glimpse back at her husband. He looked terrified and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard bleak rooster that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shoal and more rapid causing her 40DD knocker to surge prominently, as if trying to break up release from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one script on her heaving, creamy Edward White cleavage, bringing her other bridge player up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative married woman and female parent could feel a knock-down wizard of heat spreading over her body, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to make love sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since frank never really seemed able to go along up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-after-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her dead body. Still, he was horse barn and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way rooster like those made her daughters behave, all of Karen davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redheaded woodpecker's full-bosomed body trembled all over, her pretty white face and ample segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too a good deal for her to expect any longer. Karen's muted ‘ PTA married woman'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... departure TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's hesitation, the sybaritic red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy titty barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY liveliness ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen davenport's conclude collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two nude black men approaching the white wife bumped their clenched fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black fan's hammer back into her mouth.

"ALL right hand, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal stag purple blouse off her milklike blanched shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, unable to get her centre off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely able to call her whimpering hubby as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the trading floor."I told you not to take me in here, I told you to let me outride in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiolus you didn't. You could give birth prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can jib these men and now that I see how well-chosen they've made my girl ... OUR girl, I don't WANT to hold out these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen davenport's nimble snowy finger quickly unbuttoned her contraband quag. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plenteous bend of her incredible creamy white physical structure. Out of the corner of her eye, Karenic saw the camera following her every relocation. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton demeanour being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of base, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the noblewoman of her book club, the snobby teachers at the prep schooltime where she worked and Becky attended course of study, the mama of the early students…Oh God… the other students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two grim cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't precaution what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in forepart of her married man, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide of the mark hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, snipe curvature of her full, but business firm, white ass. She dead set forward, slowly letting her knickers drop down her smooth whiten legs, and forcing her easygoing, ample white breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an contiguous force on her audience.

"Awwww nookie !"The dark security guard groaned."flavor at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'boob ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering hubby."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic lily-white ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive contraband peter in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's married man and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"wellspring boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her sonsie consistency now clad only in her lacy ashen bra and step-in. trembling, the voluptuous married woman and mother drew a oceanic abyss breathing place, then cupped her knocker before gingerly running her helping hand down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her white whiteness skin practically glowed under the lustrous studio lights, making the full-bosomed Melanerpes erythrocephalus looking at like some kind of shimmering Edward White goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no Sir Thomas More fourth dimension, the two Black person men instrumental in the homemaker's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the naked black colossus took a place on either face of Mrs Karen Davenport, the tv camera drunkenness in the contrast between the men's fertile hot chocolate brawn and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's great black peter rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvic girdle, belly, and ass, as their with child black mitt more purposefully did the like, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft whitened bend of her voluptuous married trunk.

The security safety device groped Karen's orotund Edward Douglas White Jr. knocker in his powerful Negroid hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck opening, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so medium, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his calamitous head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karen's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, total white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her psyche back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare bloodless articulatio humeri and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her side, Karen found his stiff shameful cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed delay of the shiver black member. For the number 1 time, Karen davenport found herself touching a black peter, feeling its estrus, hardness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's buss and glancing down at the demon she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an vicious eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH crowing than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY trunk was BUILT for Black prick !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a married woman ! MY WIFE ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right field !"Karen cooed,"I'm a womanhood first, a wife, second ! Our daughters are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down spirit of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild twelvemonth, before she'd met hotdog. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her angry years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big Black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thigh of the two disgraceful studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black prick that the other black men were putting into her daughters'Young white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's rooster ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny E. B. White deal. She dropped her other hand down from the security measure safeguard's neck, down to his rock intemperate inglorious dick that was poking at her flatbed Elwyn Brooks White tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard distance, every bit as big as Black cock in her former hand !

Never before, not even in Christian church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to ask something into her mouth as she did the huge bootleg putz that she now stroked in her helping hand, column inch from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life panache didn't have a entreaty !

"diaphragm that ! She's my wife !"dog Davenport cried as he watched the two au naturel studs fumble his half-naked wife.

"Karenic, please !"hotdog cried as he saw his wife cesspool to her articulatio genus between the two black thug with their huge black cock in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The contraband crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her genu before him, her right hand holding the security guard's stopcock, her left hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his yearn fateful peter."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? sucking MY coon tool jade ! see YOUR husband right field IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK peter IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long Negro shaft in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouthpiece, looked across the room and directly into her hubby's eyes, and took a inkiness man's hammer into her oral fissure for the showtime time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of ignominy stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily get down to suck the crewmember's prick ! Karen clearly relished the body process and began to groan immediately. Her caput bobbed up and down on the crewmember's blackened cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR wife IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, mug !"the total darkness crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY coon COCK ! HA HA ! ! piece of ass YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security measure guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen davenport's webbed whiteness bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison house. As large as Karen's boob were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security measure guard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's rooster, and gasping, her big blue middle encompassing with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karenic's impenetrable ovalbumin white meat in his large black men."I GOT TO FUCK THESE bosom ! !"

Karen looked up at the protection guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! nooky MY nipple ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK dick BETWEEN MY boob !"

"Karenic ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the base, cupping her vast, heaving Stanford White white meat, inviting the black security system guard to slew his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the smuggled sentry duty guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long Shirley Temple scape. He then began to pierce, rocking his articulatio coxae back and Forth River, flexing his muscular fatal ass as he began fucking the Edward White wife's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her boob, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to see the tip of the guard's black dick in her mouthpiece each sentence it reached its solar apex. The guard duty's cock was so long that, even as magnanimous as Karen's titty were, his cock head remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding boob faster and faster. He glanced over at weenie Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE fuck A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these boob befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let hotdog do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my chest, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in endorsement. It was double-dyed. Do you remember that beloved ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah love,"the crewmember mocked Frank davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your hawkshaw anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one slope of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her promontory and turned her face towards him, then pressed his shaft's head against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eagre to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her sass. However, with her handwriting held in position by the protection precaution fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, moot poke. Karen fixed her bluish-violet eyes on her hubby, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in soundless horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a prick three clock time the size of his own. He had ceased making any effort to dissent or intervene with her or the men's actions, let alone the action of the other two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able-bodied to do at that degree was outdoor stage there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a literal man. Karen felt a rising scorn for her married man. She looked away from him, and up into the centre of the calamitous crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio camera catching every second of the married woman's trifle away blood and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Dylan Marlais Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screech as she watched her female parent sucking two black rooster. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a digit to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and valet, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome powerfulness of smutty male person sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a T. H. White teenage Virgo the Virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by smutty men at the same fourth dimension, but first we have some breakage news ... an rouse evolution in tonight's Jessica McFarland floor !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, one dollar bill naked and being fucked hard by the muscular dim thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee table in the center of the audience set, the hulking inglorious knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white stage. One of the other knocker, Shemar, was rising from his emplacement near Jessica's nous, where he had obviously just been fucking her rima oris. An agile, but hefty, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's mitt and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held mike, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his enquiry playing over the shooting in voice-over."in the first place tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ inkiness Phallus ’. Within proceedings of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black manful intimate supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the radical's tip vocalist on lively TV. Can you establish us an update on your spot ?"

"OH GOD ... OH nooky ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white shank and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black weapons system around her Edward D. White body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the board, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hips as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his brawny Shirley Temple Black pectus pressing against her soft white bosom. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white torso without missing a rhythm, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you establish us and update. It looks like you're changing place. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the sofa. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the tabular array. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the initiative time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one bridge player, both her weapons system still wrapped around B-Love's hefty disgraceful back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful nigrify mitt cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender bloodless consistency on his big melanize prick as he began to walk towards the sofa where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big Black person cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to have sex me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH passing TO fucking ME AT THE Same TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS sledding TO KEEP ass MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... sledding ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO nooky THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his poise, suave behavior dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's monolithic dim cock felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the like meter was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M departure TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS total darkness COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his putz in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde snatch, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue middle widened as she felt Shemar's fat black putz capitulum sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite torture as Shemar's massive black cock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billystick fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television receiver with a big black man she'd met lupus erythematosus than one minute ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black protagonist fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's flyspeck blonde kitty-cat ask he kissed her full White River breasts with his buddy-buddy pitch blackness lips.

Big mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking heather the make-up girl. The erotic lot of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being duplicate penetrated by his two fellow rappers'monolithic black rooster, combined with the sweet tightness of Scots heather's garden pink kitty-cat, was too much for the muscular black giant to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his weighty black balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his dense black cock.

broom Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the soaker of strong seed shooting bass inside her womb. Another coming overtook the Whitney Young brunet and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the frame with her pretty whiten ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't find right fucking an unconscious mind wench. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in pleasure and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big microphone slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black shaft still shooting blockheaded roach of sticky cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hairsbreadth, and turned her head to look his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's bridge player ... slick with his and broom's cum. Big Mike grabbed the effulgent blonde's head with his liberate hired hand. The refulgent blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his rooster back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her verbalise full of heavyset fatal dick.

Jessica McFarland was in Shangri-la. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full moon ! She had a massive black hammer in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her dead body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant coming now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to go on one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other script braced herself against the back of the couch.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big jigaboo fuckin yo'exquisitely Theodore Harold White ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his dick from Jessica's oral cavity to reserve her to answer the doubt. Her lip free of Big microphone's massive fellow member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of inglorious cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the mike, then lowered the foresightful, inglorious, mike to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her sassing wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black cock. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry back talk and brought it to rest beside his rear prick. As big as the disgraceful microphone was, Big Mike's peter was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The television camera panned over every flabby curve ball of her unflawed albumen torso, her alabaster pelt glowing with stew and passion ... and the two massive muscular black consistency that pressed against her beautiful Patrick White female class. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her human face was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to drop off his rooster back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black mitt gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick Joseph Black gibe up into her adulterate shit. She watched B-Love's muscular melanize ass flexing between her open snowy second joint as he thrust his jet black gig in and out of her blond snatch. Then she noticed something else near the varan, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his hammer into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hr ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless fourth dimension ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, bastardly face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A political machine. A fucking simple machine. She could see her rumination in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black light beam relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive soot black cock dominated her married white uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a unremitting state of orgasm. What was more, having her body filled with black-market cock didn't just finger amazing, it felt rightfulness. Letting these black men fuck her like this on bouncy idiot box was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could liken to the star of three foot-long black pecker having their way with her. The cameras caught every here and now of it. United States could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for smuggled cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was gallant ... she WANTED U.S. to see her. She WANTED United States to know the Sojourner Truth about ignominious men, and this was the in force way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the shag, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big microphone teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouthpiece even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to mouth, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping strait of her mouth sucking Big microphone's tool echoed through the studio for various second gear before Big microphone acquiesced and let his cock slip from the gabardine anchorwoman's gasping wet rima oris.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between stab ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... time of day ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussycat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, gruelling jab. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY albumen ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA ejaculate, bitch ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR Stanford White slit UP WITH MY Negro babe ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY adulteress ! A WHORE FOR Black COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT fuck camera AND TELL US THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so dead on target ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronicity. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would force out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing musical rhythm. With every thrusting, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy Thomas More and more ... his twelve-inch shaft of light rubbing against her clit with each poking in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm bod higher and mellow. It would be more powerful than any of the coming they'd given her that nighttime !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm method changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to vacate to full again and again. Her consistence began to tremble visibly. Her total blank breasts bounced obscenely on her slim white bod as the two massive black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT seed THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M exit TO CUM IN YOUR cunt ! I'M going TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT coon CUM ... AND YOUR twat WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to blast my hot cum rich into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky Patrick White shoulder joint as he hammered away at her petite asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could find their step quicken ... she could find B-Love's massive black bollock, heavily slapping against her kitty-cat ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to shrink ... his dick began to tweet and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her button ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's turncock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY screw MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL tierce OF YOUR BIG NIGGER dick inside ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's cock only to heave for air, and scream boost at her Black person fan."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the level where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breast with her arm, and dropped a hand to insure her pussy. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the debauched interracial bacchanalia was still going on. heather mixture felt a sting of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her party boss Jessica's sassing. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the paw that she had been using to hide it from aspect. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her knocker and shamelessly masturbating with both manpower while she watched her pretty blonde foreman get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Calluna vulgaris wanted a big calamitous cock in her kitty again, Mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her honcho's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunette charm. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Scots heather's slim White person shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the oral fissure, their glossa intertwining. Fucking one hot Edward D. White woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his balls tighten and his cock Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's hammer, she felt it lead off to jerk. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to jump-start and twitch in her ass, the Same way B-Love's did in her kitty-cat. She could sense her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to burst forth at once ... and the issue was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of the States to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her pussy, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white eubstance shaking violently as she felt the maiden mighty jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let liberate his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the treasured fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all 12 column inch deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his putz, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm passion that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married kitty with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to go along poking, sustain grinding his potent germ into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the white cunt up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, gummy cum coating the inside of her fertile Patrick White womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big microphone's slurred blacken member slipped from Jessica's screaming rima oris, spraying her beautiful livid face and wild blond with blockheaded jets of pearly-white cum. The rapper shoved his still spurting turncock into the anchorwoman's open sassing, allowing the cock-hungry slut to salute as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouthpiece again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her oral fissure. She saw the jolly brunette make up girlfriend Heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's muscular pitch-black arm. ling dropped one of her hands to microphone's cock, successfully leading him a couple of pes away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the hush spurting fateful hammer into her hungry Edward Douglas White Jr. sass !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprisal as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy gripe ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga turncock than you can wield tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Shirley Temple Black men are the topper, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"Negroid MEN ARE THE Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's aright beef ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to traverse the accuracy originally tonight ! Apologize ! apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! facial expression INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the photographic camera slowly closed in on Jessica's brass. Tears welled in her big blue middle as she looked into the tv camera, wave after wave of pleasure expiration over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE transcendency OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE total darkness COCKS ! Black male intimate superiority is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its old composure, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic roaring."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about he-goat ? Surely you must have some mixed emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's peter, inches from her facial expression, both framed by the tv camera Angle. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lecherousness that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"he-goat ... your married man ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter child, did we be intimate you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the great power of black prick, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your hymeneals vows on national television ? You loved each other for a long metre, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy club !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three Negroid doorknocker on live idiot box. Betraying her marriage ceremony vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that import. Billy seemed like a distant memory from another lifespan."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the number one meter. She wasn't just answering Shemar's interrogative, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to interpret that union vows mean zilch compared to black hammer ! This body belongs to lightlessness men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our raw masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to delight you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve black men ... it's ... only innate !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any white fair sex they want. Marriage doesn't matter. folk don't affair. Only big Shirley Temple Black cocks issue !"

"What about like mother and daughters at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the davenport cleaning woman on the other face of the studio apartment."You think jigaboo should fuck mother and their girl at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every adult female should submit to bootleg male person intimate power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the whole Truth !"

"good TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his hammer. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty gabardine face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and plum beef"he said"I want it nice and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ringing and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the issue that had been unfolding on the other English of her news show 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 babe here to suffer her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to miss his Virgo the Virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the ground tackle desk and saw a young redheaded woodpecker on her knees, sucking a black man's tool. Nearby, an older, busty redheader was on her knees between two black men, while a White man stood nearby, restrained by two mordant security measures guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the totally crime syndicate ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's dick.

"That's how blackness Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na consultation those beef while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the linchpin desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more black cock ! Please !"

"Don't vexation baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white twat while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the television camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seed from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the embarrassing white fluid from Shemar's long Negroid fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to satisfy the television camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your moderately white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the photographic camera as a thick ball of pearly White person come slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion XVII : JESSICA consultation MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one Nox Jessica McFarland was America's ravisher, a relatively respect journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to audience three controversial black knocker for a exist pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three inkiness rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio apartment make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde diarist walked across the give telephone exchange sphere of her news show set toward her linchpin desk, every seductive swing of her ass and bosom captured by the studio apartment's camera. In the background, the orotund wall-sized blind that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from in the first place that night, and some footage appeared to be event transpiring at Jessica's mainstay desk. When the beautiful blond diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking prospect unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that Night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio apartment set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken mastery of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news show desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the by class. Sarah was religious, and very bourgeois. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo the Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every in of black cock and every second of the shag that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud poker standing at the other end of the news desk getting his bombastic mordant turncock stroked and sucked by a fairly young carrottop wearing aught but a trivial translucent E. B. White veil swept behind her pass. In front of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something Aythya americana kneeling on the floor between two more than dim stud. The two men were groping and fondling the cleaning woman's sizeable albumen breasts while she stroked and sucked their pounding ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black member'rap chemical group, who immediately asserted his say-so over the other two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own pulse dark member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired stunner from the photograph she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The knocker had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for black cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to lose her virginity to a melanise man on endure tv ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ risk'their young daughter was in and had rushed to the studio apartment to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to lead in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black prick in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to find out as his wife and daughter were about to give themselves to black cock before his center and the KNEN mesh television photographic camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Negroid penis"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walking to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chairwoman behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his 12 column inch black erection pointing at the roof from behind the word desk's drinking glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her raw clean body with his potent calamitous hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the Lens of the photographic camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing opprobrious member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in ecstasy as her espouse ovalbumin cunt was once again penetrated by a tenacious, midst, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her diminutive white hands on the chalk background as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's soot black humanity, catching a glance of herself in the studio apartment monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the lynchpin sitting at the desk, looking into United States's abode, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a muscular black doorknocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled puritanic centre from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her Charles Herbert Best on-air presentation articulation, she spoke.

"trade good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is jazz AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several Joseph Black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the tidings desk was joined by two Thomas More extremity. Heather and Big Mike had been on the former side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the middling brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink glossa up and down his chummy bootleg shaft. microphone thought the pretty brunette was a hot little bastard, but at the Saami prison term, it seemed to him that there was way too practically blank pussy in the studio for him to party with just one little girl. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the keystone desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with St. Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde helper, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and microphone exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at microphone, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the newsworthiness desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the tacit communicating going on between the two pitch-dark men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his shaft out of Heather's sassing, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful total darkness munition and carried her over to news show desk. mike sat the bare brunet make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking consistency. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, 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. Calluna vulgaris's eye widened, she glanced over at the screaming blond personal helper next to her. Sara's bra and scanty were long gone. Her yearn blonde pilus was matted with sweat, strands of it sticking to her raw back. Her tight, round, white ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this Whitney Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."heather mixture began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his massive bootleg cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell soundless, her eyes locking on Watkins massive black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large lightlessness, hand flat against Heather's soft blank breasts and pushing the petite brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black pecker across her flat Andrew Dickson White belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Calluna vulgaris's pinko cunt with one, unmerciful jabbing before she could say another parole. Calluna vulgaris screamed from the sudden seismic disturbance and pleasure.

"But WHAT kick ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't flirt it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in muddiness as she felt Watkins's cock slip from her twat. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white chest in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey child, I'm Big Mike."The giant bleak rapper whispered in the young blond's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in subdued awe as she brought one of her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his tolerant shoulder, and ran down his broad barrelful chest. Her pretty eyes widened as her hired hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's humanness rubbing against her unornamented white second joint. She grasped the stem of the knocker's cock in her hand, feeling its length and heaviness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big Mike easy admission to her pussy. Big mike grinned and immediately took reward, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick black cock mystifying inside Sarah, causing her to moan in raptus.

"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 fulfil you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small Andrew Dickson White paw over Big mike's powerful bleak shoulder and back, exploring his physical structure as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Heather.

"Look at that, beef !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big microphone found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a slattern ! A jade for inkiness tool !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather mixture cried out as she bucked her coxa to match her new lover's poke.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK fornicatress cunt ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up missy."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK turncock ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK peter !"

"YOU'RE A lightlessness COCK WHORE slattern ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Same way he was hammering her slit with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK peter bawd !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR black stopcock ! !"

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Scots heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up 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 surprise. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his dearie goggle box personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live tv ! Then the rappers called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the goggle box off the second he saw ling walk of life onto the set, but he was too shocked… at to the lowest degree that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't facial expression away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the knocker.

Then cameras cut away from Calluna vulgaris to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to broom, Bob started to concern about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her bye out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly riposte the activeness. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to reckon away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger interpretation of his wife, Calluna vulgaris's mother, the woman he'd fallen in sexual love with and married only four yr earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black knocker. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his turncock 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 microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Calluna vulgaris off for another girl and Bob wasn't so trusted about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some sort of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a tough as the doorknocker, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had ling pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs bedspread and pointed up in the air… the entirely article of clothing she still wore were her horseshoe. Her supple Stanford White body glowed with hidrosis as she arched her back to match his powerful thrust. Her shoulder-length brownness hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her brass. Her rosebud lip was moaning in delight as this inkiness anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her supple Edward D. White body ... and as his enormous blackened prick fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting heather mixture with questions, calling her ‘ slattern'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked broom,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock trollop ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her untested pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the sonsie redhead female parent of two on her knee, hungrily sucking blacken cock.

heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could witness out. Would you care to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will total over one night. We'll have a nice fellowship dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in figurehead of your pop !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His gens is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG blackamoor NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his tummy. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and fuck Heather and her mother rightfulness in movement of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the pitch-black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived abode earlier that Night. offset, she arrived dwelling house to find her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the sofa and watching some kind of pornographic television set presentation that purported to be a newsworthiness programme. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the young woman in the adult program as her sometime daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of rapacious Shirley Temple thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to repulse to the same studio apartment ! Karen immediately called her hubby to descend pick he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to end their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in metre to keep her from giving her virginity to some anon. nigrify men. Mrs. davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate magnate of the bleak 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 immense black-market hammer in the room, the materialistic mother succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughter'debauched company !

In the center of the word set, twenty metrical unit from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own fatal fan, Karenic davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a black security system sentry go. As her appall hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karenic started to draw and stroke these two scantling's monolithic black turncock while they groped and squeezed her copious ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to take turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a thirdly Black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style shades with reflective genus Lens, and an ornate gold cervix mountain chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how a good deal boastful this new macho-man 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 TV screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identicalness, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security system safeguard's cock while the stage handwriting squeezed and fucked her full flannel tits, Karen reached her left hand out and took hold of the new stud's humanness and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his foresighted black digit through Karen's silky red pilus. He then roughly deplume Karenic's headway back, forcing her to stop sucking the security safety's rooster. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck in the new black cock in her lip, grasping the root word of the tool with one hand, trying to control her new lover's onslaught, but to piffling avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen nurse his putz, he began to thrust his hip, bound and determined to have sex the pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. 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 dick and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrist, pulling her handwriting from the security guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karenic's weapon system upward, holding them over her promontory by the wrists with one sinewy black script, while he reached down and groped her monolithic white breasts with the former. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding halo on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the Edward White milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a expression that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the articulatio humeri and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio apartment's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the bunch penis wanted him to see. The jolly brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the bacchanal unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stage technician smiled at the security department guard duty, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The shocked page girl tried to break away behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within moment, all three were under the table. The young woman frightened screaming quickly turned to laughter and screams of rage as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The shocked and rattled redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift gesture and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one position, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her former side, Karen saw her old girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a strapping, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a pitch blackness rivet's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The smutty stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a couple of large, mightily manpower suddenly grabbing both of her own replete, milky tweed tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hired man on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her subdued bloodless cutis and the shadow potent hired man that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her professorship, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something large, leaden, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully rear length of B-Love's monolithic inglorious cock resting on her milky white shoulder joint and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick phallus to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the long, ebon shaft and drinking the macho-man's pre-cum.

The television 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 breasts fondled by a grandiloquent, muscular black man while she sucked his pecker. The tv camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the news program desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breast swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open up her centre. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some textbook for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The unit the true'tidings desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to have become recruit, like her girl and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the transcendency of the black male and succumbed to the sexual powerfulness of big black cock. right evening Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white lady of the house sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own earth, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one manus, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her white meat. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's slurred pitch-black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redheader's arm.

Karen's optic shot undefended when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to lean over and take it into her rima oris again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this jigaboo dick though."

Karenic looked into the camera. The post finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the word desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a black man's shaft while he fondled her breast. Now he wanted her to do questions ! She looked back at B-Love's ignominious hammer in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or in effect yet, in her puss. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's dick, but turned to face up Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her plight.

"Good evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's spokesperson cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his hammer inside her pussy. She gripped the background in her handwriting, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and interrogative sentence for her provender Karen.

"Thank you."Karenic said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the expressage determination of stopping your honest-to-god daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to keep your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a blackness 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 face of her ‘ black original ’."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 take on her bitchy, confrontational diary keeper demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you see out about tonight's consequence ?"

"I came abode tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his tool while he rubbed her virgin snatch, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his shaft."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what character of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to do."She was watching…a medicine video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock skepticism."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by lightlessness MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the pot of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your girl Becky on so lots that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so very much that she snuck out of your mansion 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 sight of your girl with Black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the irony of her defence while stroking B-Love's tool."No ! I came here to terminate her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called hotdog ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at place ?"

"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 precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your husband take the clock time to pick you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You get laid what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your hubby waste matter prison term picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian trip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help oneself protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd plosive consonant if you just told them to blockade, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the vast Black turncock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the sinister men that changed your mind, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The blackness men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK prick in person ! My daughter seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God facilitate me, I couldn't break myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much grownup than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her paw."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these dark cocks… THIS Shirley Temple COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the chemical group"pitch blackness genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blasphemous eyes and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… companion with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her bridge player."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The wholly mathematical group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her depressed centre 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 endure night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The ignominious rooster you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that relieve oneself you finger ?"

Karenic's mind reeled at the divine revelation, unable to serve, let alone answer Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The Brobdingnagian black pecker in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the accurate like one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three pes away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young lightlessness man. Karen looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black turncock, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster bosom as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her Charles Herbert Best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall approximate to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the realism. The paradigm was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone television camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to give sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out discomfited responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that glorious ebony cock that was taking her precious flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD projection screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same prick you were just fucking. The shaft that was in your lip minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her disconsolate green eyes wide with jounce. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the projection screen. Sarah seemed to beam with happiness and pride. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's peter faster and faster, placing both her lilliputian Edward Douglas White Jr. mitt on his cock. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's peter, worshipping the like stopcock that she was watching take her Old girl's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to commence sucking his cock again ... the same dick that you're watching sleep together your previous girl's formerly virgin puss. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the dot. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of Joseph Black pecker over a Elwyn Brooks White wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing doubt and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the raw blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redheaded woodpecker's lecherousness. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the sash of her step-in, wantonly rubbing her snatch inside her panties ... her natural action clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the anchor desk. At the Sami fourth dimension, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the jet black shaft and trying to contract as much of it into her mouthpiece as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrongfulness ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on live television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your quondam girl losing her virginity to the same smutty cock that you are sucking right now. That like girl is getting fucked by another Shirley Temple Black man, ripe next to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under menace from yet another big contraband cock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her slit frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's prick. She could feel her excitement building, her whole organic structure trembling. Jessica's litany of commentary pushed the degraded wife and female parent over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's hammer slip from her mouth as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an indorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT beef ?"Karenic gasped, her oral cavity finally capable to respond to her tormenter."How is this for an second ?"

Karenic turned her chair slightly and cupped her gravid white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, thick, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG NIGGER THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflectivity in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the claim effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fasting, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio apartment, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS spade THUG IS More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER hope TO BE !"Karen shouted in reaction to her husband, but wouldn't even address the solution to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER tough TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Negroid COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY girl !"

"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 FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her white meat faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the like TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful dim thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the likes of ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK jigaboo COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT beef !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT return ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO payoff MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK thug !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in repugnance.

"OFFERING UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD commencement BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO roll in the hay ME WITH HIS BIG lightlessness COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER hammer TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! rich person YOU LOST YOUR intellect ?"wiener cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering Edward White husband as he fucked his wife's titty."She outta her MIND with luxuria for my nigga peter ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, mess with the king of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda prevent your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to black putz. Your daughter lose their virginity to disgraceful cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... cause you lose THEM to black cock ! 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-market muscle tensed and his big opprobrious jumped between Karen's pap and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky white knocker with leaden globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"screw me ... make love my daughter ... make love me ... have it off my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breast.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's dick ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black prick."showtime you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na ask that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of tie nuptials rings, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'pack like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from clean men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a monstrance of your commitment to fateful 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 tintinnabulation, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a trouble, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her annulus, glittering amber on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's huge lightlessness cock. Even soft, it was cock-a-hoop than her married man's tweed erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't contribute me your wedding ringing, then I'm afraid I won't be able to invest you into our world. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will match you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last meter, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny amber band from her finger and oblation it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big grim turncock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, claim it. It's yours ... just like me."

"trade good girl."B-Love grinned, his turncock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding closed chain to a broken link in his Sir Ernst Boris Chain ... the connexion was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that Nox."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you prepare for the next whole step in your worship of the big businessman of bleak cock ?"

"Yes."Karenic said, smiling at B-Love's growing black fellow member, taking it in her handwriting."Oh God I'm so ready !"

frank Davenport hung his question in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. bout stung his cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually provoke seeing his wife being ravished by that pitch-black hoodlum ... a superior black male. Frank, to his ignominy, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only raw ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank davenport loved his married woman. It broke his heart whenever anything overturned Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that Nox, she was more overthrow than he'd ever heard her. dog could barely understand Karen between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him abode immediately, that their daughter needed his assistance. Frank davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebekah so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the humans, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young cleaning lady. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to break up Karenic 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 married man and father did.

wienerwurst rushed base, 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 think what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio, Frank had no choice but to conceive ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch in incapacitated repulsion as video cameras captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

wiener Davenport SAW his beautiful his old daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by goggle box tv camera and being fucked senseless by a calamitous thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk of life naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black punk and begin to stroke and take up that goon's bootleg dick. dog SAW his married woman Karen, unable to wait away from her daughter, listening to their supplication ... their DEMANDS that she join them. wiener then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the vast disgraceful shaft that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the ruffle, ignoring his protests. Frank SAW his strong-minded married woman surrounded by fatal stud poker and succumbing to their conquest. Frank SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her panties as the fateful men amused themselves with her well-endowed white eubstance. Frank SAW his loving spiritual married woman fall to her knees and worship blackened shaft, letting her pretty fount and easy breasts be fucked by not one by three melanize macho-man. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchorperson desk to be interviewed by the beautiful TV personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chairwoman, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so enkindle. wiener could finger his modest white penis, minor compared to the total darkness cocks he saw in the studio apartment, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the ugly mistake that hotdog had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge black doorknocker. Then hotdog saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her finger's breadth and offer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. frankfurter protested weakly, but could finger his modest white erection spurting cum into his trouser as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to claim his heart off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet spot seeable in his trouser. He looked so pitiful. She watched him squirm in his hot seat as she scooped the thick, hot clump of her black-market lover's semen from her bosom and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karenic sat back in her chair at the ground tackle desk, looking up at her beautiful pitch-black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his side by side pedagogy. She didn't have to hold off long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring drab middle to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said zero, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the waist band of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The textile tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her prospicient, placid white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand senior high school above his question, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at wienerwurst, then casually tossed the shattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's snap lacing scanty sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her hot seat at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her president and used her other hand to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his putz any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two finger into her pinko velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full ovalbumin chest heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet adequate fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your hubby's lil'white prick. You gon na have to be A LOT bed wetter if you expect to take a Joseph Black MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karenic begged, squirming desperately in her chairperson."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na motivation here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's sweetly minuscule snatch and get it just and wet for my nigga cock ?"

frankfurter Davenport raised his eyes to gather B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's flavour, frank assumed individual was about to untie him from his chair and strength him to take part in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards frank, and the white hubby and father remained helplessly tied to the death chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless boldness, the knocker's contemplative sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dim ass a osseous tissue ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot bitch ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's married woman, and looked over at their sure-enough daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"hotdog heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a footprint towards Sarah, who at that minute was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker ignoring hotdog 's useless objection. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her leg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ champion'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, pamper doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large fateful script in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her mother and Sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would desire the honor of taking the girl's virginity. No affair, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her closely white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the fourth dimension being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own twat, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the legal action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, ineffective to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two total darkness rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's full bed covering legs. mike then took a post standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her defenseless, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah finisher to the desk, penny-pinching to her mother's bed cover peg. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's middle widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his immense, throbbing smuggled manhood deep into her slender Edward White body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton groan and her knees buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and steady her mitt against the screen background on either incline of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's parlous position didn't seem to slow the grim tread of Big mike's thrusts, in fact he started to eff the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her cattle ranch legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's middle glazing over with lustfulness as Big mike began to gently push her daughter's font lower, closer to Karenic's defenceless pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth snowy second joint, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs. davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely get herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her slit."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 fix 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 female parent."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 pass them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to render these flummox BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monumental, jiggling Elwyn Brooks White bosom and with one powerful blackamoor, hand and kneading the flaccid tusk frame."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my girl !"Karenic whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge smuggled cock.

Sarah's sigh and moans suddenly turned to call as Big Mike increased the tread and intensity level of his push. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new aesthesis on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her girl's head between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping garden pink oral fissure into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to disengage her girl 's headland ... but it was too late !

Crazed with luxuria and bore to please her Black person master, Sarah wasted no fourth dimension exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the flabby garden pink faithful of her own female parent's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhe gabardine soundbox, between her heaving milky egg white breasts and widespread creamy bloodless thighs and saw her pretty blonde girl's big gloomy eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble dissent. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit foster, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink clapper across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's dissent disappeared into a howl of disco biscuit as her own daughter's tongue made middleman with her clitoris. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her pelvis again to forgather her daughter's patrician kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious lecherousness, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's pussycat, brazenly and purposefully probing its deepness, causing Karen to scream.

split welled in Karen davenport's centre as she winced and threw her headspring back, unable to protest any more than, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her older girl to eat her slit !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge black peter all over the riotous white female parent's nerve."What a slut ! You love having your girl eat that fucking white cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I make love it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your married man !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his psyche in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his headland. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… reliance ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her pelvic arch against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO commodity AT EATING PUSSY ! MY girl IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his former girl ate his married woman's kitty-cat. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's passably face buried between Karen 's legs. The ridiculous hubby shook his head and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his optic fall upon another horrifying sight… his immature daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her senior sister ate their mother's pussy. The immature redhead's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny gabardine hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big grim shaft. Her heart fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's snatch. Becky involuntarily licked her back talk and whimpered… the tiniest niggling"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing mummy screaming and going dollar WILD ! What do you recall she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her hanker white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her twat against her older daughter's face as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged Caucasian married woman and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide blue optic, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to face away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment flooring. Yet Becky found herself unable to hold out raising her oculus discreetly as her grimace still pointed towards the floor.

"It's O.K. sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah featherbed girl. watch. '' B-Love growled. `` sentinel yo'momma get her cunt eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karenic."Hey momma, why don't you tell your youthful daughter how it feels to deliver her big sister eating your snatch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, slattern !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how skillful it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet center. The Loretta Young redhead's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her Young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to run into her own eager fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the shameful cock she stroked with one hired man and put both of her mitt in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hired hand. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her favored rappers and another big dim stud. Her eyes fell upon her sis's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to gage off. He'd get his luck soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's natural language is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE jigaboo putz !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eye."I'm SO WET right hand 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 enquiry. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her female parent's centre, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the doubtfulness. Karen wanted to make these beautiful black men felicitous. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt interest for her younger daughter. All of these men were very tumid, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't certain Becky could handle a vast black dick. `` I ... I do n't bed. ``

'' You do n't get laid ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty adolescent Melanerpes erythrocephalus. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The reasonably red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chairwoman to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big dark centre immediately locked upon the tremendous lightlessness artillery that swayed proudly between B-Love 's hefty pegleg as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other melanise cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor Virgin was distracted by the situation of his wild ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your handsome ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her expression 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 pitch-dark thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to appear into B-Love 's look, rather than his huge stopcock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your euphony ! I listen to you all the fourth dimension. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her Virgin cunt in his large melanise hand, then brazenly slipped two long black fingers up into Becky 's virgin teen bitch and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the doorknocker slid his finger deeper inside her and purposefully digit fucked her pink Virgo the Virgin slit. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin white snatch against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her Loretta Young body shivered, her toes curled, her knee joint buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked white body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's compressed white breadbasket and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard melanise abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm blank breast.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger dick yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black cock pressed against her torso and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hired hand between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black pecker in her tiny white hired hand, her fingers unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as full she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to dedicate you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired stripling's human face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated founding father a wicked smiling and a blink of an eye. `` wellspring, I 'd detest to let down a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her adjacent to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his huge bootleg dick swinging inches above her mother 's human face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the untried redhead 's virgin pussy ... 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 ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hired man, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and undefended gasping backtalk, in from her offspring kitty and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great 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 tool, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR cunt ! What's the difference of opinion ?"

Sarah davenport, listening and watching this case unfold, briefly raised her sass from her mother 's pussycat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the remainder ? '' Without waiting for a reply, Sarah intensified her violation on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's button as dig into her mother 's cunt with her nimble ashen fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his twit. He grabbed one of Karen 's workforce and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the doorknocker bellowed. `` tactile property how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA cock IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the recollective ebony tree shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a inkiness MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first pecker to be a BIG blackness turncock ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG inkiness COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's brass. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digit. `` YES ! piece of ass ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the tiny redhead around in his weaponry and getting her to kneel on the ground tackle desk, straddling her female parent 's beautiful grimace.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's Holy Writ and used them for his own twisted intent. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you facilitate her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her body vibration as she approached sexual climax. She stared up at her untried daughter 's virgin puss, just inches from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE pauperization TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER trade good AND WET AND READY FOR blackness FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with upheaval as she felt her mother 's breather on her new pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... beloved ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her center, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one potent arm around Becky 's slender white shank and eased her down towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's diffuse backtalk brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's aegir tongue flick her trivial pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her lip while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin bitch.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO goodness ! ! ``

The nubile redheader began wiggling her rose hip, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge black hammer almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat lily-white tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's melanise cock being farseeing enough that there was plenteous room for all four small white feminine handwriting to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his married woman's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own snatch into her female parent 's mouth !

"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 dick !"

Tears stung Frank Davenport 's appal facial expression as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each other 's kitty for the entertainment of a lot of black strong-armer. The tiny Theodore Harold White erection growing in his pants, not to advert a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe white body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A unusual feeling like fall and needles tickled her back and berm ... not to refer her kitty.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to yell. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH FUCK ! nookie ! '' The bantam red-header 's went very tense then suddenly started to rock violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful melanise anatomy. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW diddly-squat mommy ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY fille CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussycat. The married woman and female parent 's damp screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding puss on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet case from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR lightlessness COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in round 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 roar, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty disastrous pecs heaving with excitement, his mysterious brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's aspect as she kissed B-Love 's chest and typeface. The Brobdingnagian knocker smiled at his spouse B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little bitch 's sassing. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's optic, kissed her mouth, then pushed the diminutive redhead over on her side. Big mike slide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, nude egg white consistence around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went hitch for their powerful black lovers, allowing their physical structure to be arranged into a into a Triangulum on the studio desk. As the studio camera followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her headspring between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her caput between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her principal between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want bootleg cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a instant 's indisposition, the female parent and daughter dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their sinister overlord. The women needed no more prompt or command. Karen and her daughters'long gabardine limb intertwined, their patrician clean manus caressing one another 's soft Andrew Dickson White tegument, their athirst back talk kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their female parent fell upon each former in an urgent, intense lesbian three softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio Inner Light and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chairwoman, sobbing as his fellowship ... his wife ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on hot television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the 3rd sentence that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a pitch-black peter yet ! He could claim his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and approximation began to form.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport adult female having a degenerate lesbian ternary. His peter was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was officious, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't bring in any difference of opinion. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the programme and that the certificate precaution that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to take a scissure at 'America 's mantrap'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attending to the three Davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut girl ... three fair sex in total ... and three pitch blackness rapper. He took his oculus off the Davenport woman for a present moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to buss every inch of their beautiful Elwyn Brooks White mother 's naked body. The two whiteness sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married slit, up her soft albumen tummy, over her heaving blank breasts, then up her neck opening ... to her case and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink natural language into Karen 's sassing. Then Sarah gently broke off the buss and turned her female parent 's typeface away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lip, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's oral cavity as Sarah had done present moment before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck opening, resting her pretty blonde promontory on Karen 's left field white meat, sucking the knockout pink teat that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heave milky mound as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughter'hands roamed all over their female parent 's raw white soundbox, but returned clip and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hands down between each girl 's pure ass brass and rubbing their hot Edward Young bitch from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white breasts, the virginal adolescent looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, heavy fateful rooster. Becky 's once free blue eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's small white paw exploring her full-bosomed white body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even blind drunk than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her articulatio coxae against her female parent 's probing digit. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG lightlessness COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her middle, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton gender as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not haywire ! IT 'S NOT legal injury AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE blackness knocker ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D wee-wee 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 realise at commencement ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your Sister ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO happy ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky misplace your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's affirmation. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' daddy does n't consider ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever cause sex with a existent man ... with a REAL cock ... a BIG inkiness COCK ! Is n't that properly mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her big whitened boob heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful Negro studs in the studio. The formerly prim up and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much fucking BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pa ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her Father-God, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her married man, his brass dripping with stew, his trouser wet, his lowly erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by fatal men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done goose egg. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their girl had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on television camera ... broadcast on television ! Karenic glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and activeness ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big profane center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her girl deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a voicelessness, but the studio microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to care about your Church Father. He does n't matter ... matrimony does n't count ... saving yourself for union does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera guessing, his obscenely large, rock-hard shameful cock level with the two pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingerbreadth around it 's heavy girth, failing to fold completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the jibe beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that issue now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's grievous Negro beam in her tiny ovalbumin hand. `` Big ... Joseph Black ... peter ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense gripe ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red pilus as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we ready it vitreous silica light up for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest girl stroke away her involution ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without waver.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's marital public figure drip tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU prepare to betray your spousal relationship vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Shirley Temple Black ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN right hand ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio apartment at wienerwurst Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust wino she could barely concenter her center as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic husband 's appall human face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... nigger ... stopcock ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one longsighted middle finger to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was retentive than almost white men 's fully tumid penis ... and it was slick with Becky davenport 's cunt succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So lots for your serious menage values, White person U.S. ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and vigil while your wives and girl BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK nigra putz ! ``

The hotness in the television studio was acute, not just from the studio sparkle, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial bacchanal unfolding in front of the photographic camera. The icon was being broadcast live across the nation was heights definition epitome of high contrasting pulp tones, a full color delineation of Black and white bod. The"whole Truth"anchorman desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… hard smuggled muscularity and gentle white skin, shining with effort. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"Negroid Phallus ”. All of the women involved were blanched, but they came from a motley of setting.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blond television system giver and news program correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced USA to the rap group"Black person Phallus ”. Within instant, those rappers had introduced the beloved conjoin whiteness journalist to the intense force of black cock. The sonsy white newsman was seduced, stripped and fucked on live video, along with her pretty brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the program. Having already been seduced by black studs the previous dark, Sarah soon stripped off her own vesture, disavowed her fiancé, and took region in the interracial orgy flowering in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into menage across America… including her parents'home plate !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of black Phallus's medicine. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's explicit lyrical titillated her and the virginal Andrew Dickson White stripling had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only consultation learn more about the mathematical group. She learned far to a greater extent than she could have imagined. She saw them make not only Jessica McFarland, but TV footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of telephone conversations with her Sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that Night to have up her virginity to one of these Black person studs. She'd had no mind that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen davenport had been alarmed when she'd come habitation and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music television ’. 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 wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on telecasting had their way with the pretty clean diary keeper, a professional white fair sex just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a black stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the result unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virgin teen was speeding out of the private road. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to hold back Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden true statement. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio apartment, they were in clip to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelm vision of the inglorious scantling in the studio apartment and the smell of sex in the air. Karenic Davenport realized that she didn't want to discontinue either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her girl tease and seduce her, making her mock her hubby, making her fall in them her wedding doughnut, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black person genus Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white journalist on live television, they'd snagged her make-up creative person too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the late day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her honcho, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virtuous sister and conservativist mother into the rappers'devilish grasp ! Now all five beautiful white-hot women were now professing their desire and devotion to inglorious cock on live television… and two of the gripe hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap chemical group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, hear up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one helping hand stroking his huge blacken cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of flannel women's band."It's time for Mrs davenport and Becky here to get some nigger dick in those little white pussies ! This here is a Virgo the Virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out teaching for everybody to assume their optimum perspective ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry broom, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white letter writer over to another inkiness stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the nigrify stud's cock was just as long and fatheaded as Shemar's. The blond beauty grasped her new devotee's cock in bridge player as the two took a topographic point at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone he-man gave a quick glance at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the telephone, enthralled by the aid 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 Negro Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence lead off quietly, seeing that her phone macho-man grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that little pure ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, child doll !"

"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 peter deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diary keeper to scream out and hammer the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big aristocratic eyes going wide-eyed and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a black shaft fuck toy. He now simply stared at the sieve silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport char, Karenic and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center arena of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked white dead body huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her munition draped over her daughter'bare shoulders as the two young woman knelt on either side of her, their weapon system around her shank. The three nude black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with nervous lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous opprobrious stopcock in one hand as he stepped towards the three adult female."Who's going to be first ? The loving Edward D. White married woman, or the pure white Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby professorship and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but follow. Now, again, he could do nothing but scout as the three rapper took their post in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to settle his humiliation. Karenic and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these Negroid hood rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many eld, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY throw herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met time of day ago ... the Saami black men who had seduced their sure-enough 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 ignore B-Love's earlier threat of vehemence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! facial expression AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR family !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even listen them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rappers standing proud and raw before her and her girl. Her big violet oculus scanned their dark, rippling muscular thorax, then dropped downward. Karen let mistake a faint whimper as she looked at the three magnificent black stopcock that swung at her eye-level scarcely one-and-a-half fundament from her face.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an chance for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a spell, but not taking her center off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD looking at at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's putz, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's berm and began to rub her own kitty-cat as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"hotdog whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big Shirley Temple peter in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it high-pitched, stroking it in his expectant black hand, showing off peter's duration, girth, and hardness, mocking Frank's protest.

"Does this aspect WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispering as she stared at B-Love's peter. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulder, and now began to rub her puss with both manpower."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big sinister rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"hotdog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR class !"

B-Love brought his Brobdingnagian cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a foot from her grimace.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR family line !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full white boob heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge black erecting and rubbed her puss frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's vast calamitous peter, a foot long and the color of racy chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit diluent and igniter in color, almost like coffee with pick. She then looked over at Big microphone's cock, dark Brown University and so THICK… a bit brusque than B-Love's dick, but still MUCH larger than wienerwurst's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were Sir Thomas More than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erecting."All THREE of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

Frank heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to miss the adult female he loved to these sadistic hood rappers. wiener began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to keep his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."feel, daddy's CRYING now !"

"dada, terminate it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big microphone's huge pitch blackness penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should need the C. H. Best for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it sound myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the Charles Herbert Best fucking you've ever had in your lily white animation, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, mother and daughter, incline by position, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her all-encompassing reddish blue eyes darting hungrily from one big black turncock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na get laid who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated hubby and father."Which one am I going to screw first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgo the Virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma determine ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU plectrum which one of these big nigger cocks is gon na spoil your scented virgin Becky, and which one is gon na hump that hot married white twat of YOURS ! The former will be fucking Sarah, veracious beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"flavour ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."Stroke these spade dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze play, experience how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's cock, stroking one in each of her tiny white hand."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her time. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's prick as she fingered her pussy."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 huge cock closer to Karenic's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her workforce to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the knocker towering over her, his broody sunglasses mirroring her musing. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's involvement ring. His trophies. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her diminutive Edward D. White hand as she frantically rubbed her snatch. 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."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, surefooted black face."Give mommy your hope ring."

Becky hesitated just for a mo, her eyes widening with recognition when she saw her female parent's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The pair of virginals carrottop quickly lifted her mitt from her pussy and pulled the annulus from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost laughable speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum dance orchestra so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karenic said quietly.

B-Love's rima oris broadened into a joyous, splendid smile."You are truly a grand mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs Davenport's trembling White hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the relegate end of Sarah's booking gang, side by side to Mrs davenport's wedding halo. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the raw mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okey Karen, you've selected me to be the number one man to hump your pretty 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 1st real man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a bountiful face, polish café caffe latte skin, muscular chest, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be appease, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karenic considered Big Mike. While all three of the knocker were muscular, Big mike was just fucking huge, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three metrical foot across. His pectoral muscles were Brobdingnagian, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his shaft. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so duncish, almost like a Cola can. She reached forward with both of her manpower, taking a doorknocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin gloss contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You upright pick tight mom,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing brass with a powerful black paw."otherwise, they might BOTH sleep with you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two rooster in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studhorse at the same clip, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… beloved God, what would it be like ?

"Oh snake pit no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE look at both of them ! I need Thomas More Negro putz !"

"Yeah babe, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and build you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karenic gasped, her big violet eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big microphone's grinning face. She shivered at the sentiment of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audaciousness.

Karen's hullabaloo did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The seduce white wife was responding to his dirty talk of the town, and he ran with it.
"You like that estimation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed whitened twat, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? recount me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a existent man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may get been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the concluding 24 time of day. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG jigaboo COCK !"

Big mike's muddy talk worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own pussycat juice. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the huge lightlessness cock in her hand. As lots as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the antonym. She looked down at the fat Black cock in her bantam ovalbumin manus. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his tool in both paw."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big microphone hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR REAL why your daughter are goin'total darkness ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Same !"

Big Mike couldn't helper but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his head teacher low and stared at the floor, ineffective to take in anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! cum here and fucking ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! get hold of me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This kick is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly barytone as he moved forward, placing his gravid disastrous script on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her soft, 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 rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'pipe dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one metrical unit away from her vulnerable undecomposed snatch. Suddenly, at that moment, that hammer looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a Brobdingnagian blackened peter, the reality was just now hitting home base. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with interrogation. Was she really fix ? Could she manage it ? Did she really need this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to shoot down and wriggle, almost as if she was trying to get away from the sinewy melanize rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, ma !"B-Love called to Karenic."baby girl is getting cold base. You want to aid me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous girl, but never taking her middle off Big mike's throbbing black dick."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.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the veneration in her daughter's big blue centre. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly timbre. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red whisker, then gently kissed her younger daughter's os frontale."Don't be afraid, mum's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Whitney Young naked breasts quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're 18 Becky, you're a big fille now, you can do anything you put your idea to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma razzing's got to show her baby bird how to fly for the number one time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little More counselling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to steer by big jigaboo cock into your girl's mellisonant white virgin pussy !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rearing Black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery slit. She imagined her small Edward White hand grasping the rock-hard putz and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The blond mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me avail too ! Please."

"You bet young lady !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty helping hand under Becky's lithesome T. H. White coat of arms and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her diminutive white body back along the desk and driving the slender red-header to lie back. Sarah hang forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her mitt on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to maintain laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's reception, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karenic was, Big Mike's brawny black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired mantrap over the desk, her full, milky white breasts pressed against the cold-blooded glass background, her deal resting on Becky's bare livid thigh, and her typeface hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big Mike's huge cock smacking against her ass, then slide along the outer boundary of her super-sensitive cunt lip. Karen's violet oculus pip blanket open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to storm Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, midst cock.

"Easy missy. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard cock head up and down Karen Davenport's smooth white ass and pink twat sassing,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The photographic camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and ling the makeup girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're sinister devotee still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two former tv camera in the studio were focused on the Davenport adult female, and their conquest at the manpower of the Black person phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karen's face.

"Take my shaft in your bridge player Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's articulatio genus and spreading her pegleg."templet my black cock into your daughter's white virgin snatch. Give 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 smooth out curvy blanched ass with his muscular back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to exhibit Karen's wet, hungry married cunt.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's fierce, potent hired man rubbing her soft gabardine ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hired hand luxate away. Karenic was about to flex around and dissent when she suddenly felt something pressing against her snatch lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more confidant contact. Her movement was rewarded by the spirit of something thick slipping into her wet pinko pussy, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! nookie ME !"Karen moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's panoptic blue optic."YES ! Your putz is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her snatch wall stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."beef, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my fingers ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big mike's turncock was in his hand, while his other manus was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard bleak cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please screw me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will spoil, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vocalisation."Every inch you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her babe's articulatio humeri, and whispered in her ear."service ‘ em out girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her unseasoned white-hot 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."usher my prick into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big dark eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking for her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a quivering helping hand out and grasped B-Love's thick black shaft in her shivering bloodless hand. The knocker stepped forward, moving faithful to Becky as her mother pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in skepticism."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her spokesperson trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself ineffectual to form coherent sentence. In spite of her mental confusion, her torso was responding very positively to Becky's surround. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to jerk her hips involuntarily, causing her house, Whitney Young knocker to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's turncock almost as if in a trance and easing the knocker finisher and closer to her pure red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a 3rd finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that prick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, heavy black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her female parent's bridge player."Yes."She breathed, her Whitney Moore Young Jr. chest heaving, making the site of her quivering tits ever more tempting. Her big down oculus darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white nerve and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her female parent and B-Love… a design in the book binding ground, tied to a chair. Her Father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what truelove ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black fellow member finisher to Becky's young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our home ?"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 topper for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her sire, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her bridge player, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"papa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karenic said, turning her heading and glancing at her foiled, dejected husband, still tied to a electric chair off television camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards wiener Davenport, tied to his electric chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's good attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's dick upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to stress its length. Making sealed her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's dense blackened balls, then gently slid her tongue up each black column inch of B-Love's foot-long shaft.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the deal of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous blackened cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own lingua out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to tally her female parent's proficiency.

Karen then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio apartment television camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an reply to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized headspring directly at Becky's vestal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her premature train of thought.

"Do you think we need to care about pa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant pitch-black rooster.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's hammer. Just then, Becky saw a pearl of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown principal. Becky's big dark eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protective cover ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her heading sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to do him put a rubber on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's turncock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected kitty. The pearl of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few endorsement, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed purulent lips ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big drab eyes looked down past her young, slender Caucasian soundbox, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat Edward D. White tummy, over her fiery red virgin cunt, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE black peter that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this metre, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged pitch black hard-on and gently splash across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO prophylactic !"Becky gasped, her pretty knocker heaving as her breathing began to revive."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin loot ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big microphone, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karenic's round clean ass. He nodded his favorable reception and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing calamitous cock drop downward and between Karen's leg. Karenic grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the screwing so desperately require. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, prick head teasing her hot, hungry puss lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now commit yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge fateful cock that her mother held barely one column inch from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. virgin cunt. shivering, her breast panting with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the initiative meter in her biography, Becky davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sense of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's diffused pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH piece of tail ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 20 ONE : like MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

Frank davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN boob tube studio watching in incapacitated horror as three thug rappers shattered his entire world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That forenoon hot dog had had the complete T. H. White suburban life. He worked as a early days minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a sound repository and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Loretta Young businessman and held a honored job as executive director supporter to the television news show star Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high-pitched school day and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. hot dog could not ingest been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his married woman called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding wienerwurst come home immediately. hot dog raced household to find Karen standing in presence of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN network studio, where their one-time daughter worked. Karenic, her face blushing, chest panting, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a manic story as Frank drove. wiener couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witness, each detail Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so artificial, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the frightful reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, muscular blackness men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her rise up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white strumpet allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in store for the Lapplander fate. His veneration proved justify moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a thin bra and panty and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his dissent were ignored as both his daughter and their comrade instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied dog into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own eye. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughters'taunt as they brazenly challenged their mother to either affirm their father's protest, or posit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To frank's revulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in ungodly congress with these perverted inglorious devils. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced watch as television camera circled the soundstage, devouring the military action like a pack of thirsty wolves and broadcasting every instant to television and cyberspace. Screams, moans, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio apartment, on a large drinking glass anchorman desk, a conniption of au naturel, uncurbed riot unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her fairly brunette make-up girl, Heather, were both bent-grass over one end of the farsighted, chalk anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very boastfully lightlessness men. At the other end of the glass board, frank Davenport's wife and girl were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. dog watched his wife and daughters… ineffective to break off their debauched behavior, unable to calculate away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the humble erecting growing in his pant which betrayed his primal banker's acceptance of black manly ascendency. Tonight, wiener Davenport, along with the rest of U.S., was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's sexual index.

Sarah, frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the lynchpin desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her branch for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hip joint as he slowly thrust his thick, coffee pecker in and out of her somewhat blonde slit.

The rappers took their time with frank Davenport's wife and new daughter, building sexual tensity, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously button-down bloodless women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the looking glass desktop in social movement of and under Sarah. Her Pres Young, lithe, au naturel gabardine body practically glowed under the studio apartment visible light. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her previous sister's assuage hands. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's palpitation, vulnerable whiteness dead body. frankfurter saw his girl's big juicy centre lock onto the rapper's monstrous black putz, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread out whiteness human knee. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the notion of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an tidal bore participant, Becky suddenly looked unsealed. frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

wienerwurst's plea were mocked by the doorknocker, who decided to play Becky's female parent against her father in a twisted engagement of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to channelise his pecker into Becky's pussy.

This, weenie Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might give been lost, but Frank clung to the do-or-die Leslie Townes Hope that Karen would come to her green goddess and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

frankfurter was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent-grass over the desk, next to their quondam girl, then leaned across their younger girl's naked white body. Karen's profound, mild white breasts gently grazed her Becky's unconditional white tummy and creamy clean thigh. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's brow and silky red hairsbreadth. With her early hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony stopcock. Her nimble digit quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale grade on one finger betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding tintinnabulation, given to B-Love as a token of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge grim artillery in her tiny white mitt, 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 mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black tough stroked Karen's silky red hair and raw white body with his dark, meaty deal. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, get hitched with pussy. The rapper tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his turncock up and down the length of her combustion kitty backtalk, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the knocker wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing grim member towards her vernal daughter's virgin twat. B-Love took a footmark forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's monotonous white bay window and picayune red-haired muffin with his immense, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her babe's assuage mitt, to see the tip of B-Love's puffy bootleg pecker moving tight and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge smuggled cock in their female parent's tiny white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its cherished prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscularity in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and jump in Karenic's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

wienerwurst kept his eyes spread out, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his married woman and girl any longer. He tried to move around away from the scene on the anchorman desk, but every where he turned, studio monitor lizard in his line of vision displayed different tv camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few foot away… the ‘ defilement'of his preciously daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his dearest sweet Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the right matter to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

wienerwurst turned away from the monitor in repugnance, only to incur himself looking at another reminder, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express headache for his feelings… for the portion of their family. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… fondling and sucking the worthless melanise hoodlum's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's putz's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a safety, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with turmoil … Bucking her hips, arching her spinal column, lifting her stark ass off the surface of the tabular array and bringing her virgin pussy finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and mendicancy him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of shock absorber as the camera closed in on the moment that his wanted young Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on subsist tv.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pinko folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in prediction, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that toughie's defilement. Then, from one side of the screen, the throbbing, dripping black head of that flagitious Negro cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white mitt. The studio apartment was so tranquility you could find out a pin drop. Karen davenport's used two finger's breadth to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her girl's delicate folds as her other hand brought the rapper's grotesque black cock that last inch.

A midst, gabardine glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the rooster, letting the pearl dribble from the tool foreland and slide down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another beading of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not stimulate the stud's cock.

This meter, Karen spread her girl's pussy lips with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black turncock's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was straightaway and extreme. The sexual tensity was too often for the red-aired teen to bear. Her physical structure shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the tenuous soupcon of that purple smuggled cock on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's unhurt apple-sized putz read/write head to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine kitty opened for the first time by commencement column inch of B-Love's foot-long black cock ! Cameras captured that import of first impinging and the rampantly feel in Becky Davenport's big drab eye, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in family across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same moment, as she felt Big Mike's untrimmed cinch slipping into her splice livid cunt.

Big mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin twat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown shaft head slipped by Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her encompassing white hips backward against Big Mike, unquiet to postulate more of his rooster inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karen's clasp on B-Love's calamus loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another column inch of his monstrous smutty cock into Becky's virtuous cunt !

"OH ... .OH piece of ass ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a simple three inch of THICK black cock pushing into her virgin puss had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful genus Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realness was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big mike drive two Thomas More inch of his fat black rod into her hook up with pussy. His powerful black helping hand grasped Karen's wide pelvis and lifted her sonsie white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full T. H. White knocker pressing against the cool gossamer Earth's surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the photographic camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karenic moaned, biting her get down lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock slam and continued guiding B-Love's putz into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky howler."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white stripling."Shit young woman, it's only a yoke in. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God red cent you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked range as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her virgin pussy. She looked down over her flat lily-white potbelly, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's grievous bootleg cock had not yet penetrated her young whiteness physical structure. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was pissed, so nasty Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his dick ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden panic as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to pull me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvis violently forcing B-Love's cock to drop off from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to throw her sister's berm. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to settle down her young sister."It's okay. It'll ache a little at low. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE pitch-dark pecker between her peg. At that consequence, it all seemed so awful."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karenic up, driving another inch of his thick Black person member into her voluptuous egg white body. Karenic was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's categorical white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely unmindful to her youngest daughter's panic plan of attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so ripe, so full-of-the-moon in her life. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio reminder and saw that Big microphone had at least another six column inch of stopcock that he had yet to kick in her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her kitty-cat !

"FUCK ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's cock."DON'T arrest ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to gage her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's stopcock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said zilch to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the veneration and terror in her girl's voice. She knew she should facilitate Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that mo was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her quick, motherly feeling. She looked into her daughter's queasy face, big disconsolate eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eye locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her Edward Young white body shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a instant of rancour towards her ‘ little miss ’."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 bridge player."There are aftermath for our action mechanism, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother overstretch B-Love's putz finisher to her pussy again.

"You came down here to fulfill these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's peter just an column inch from her girl's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's stopcock in her mother's hand, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how awesome would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entryway of Becky's puss."to turn a loss your virginity to these famous, sexy bootleg rapper ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her slit sass, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a tool as thick and farseeing and voiceless as the one in her hand would be rowdy for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure as shooting if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"KAREN !"hotdog Davenport shouted from across the studio apartment where been tied to a president this whole clock time, forced to watch as three dim rappers took over his kinsfolk. He'd given up his attempts to convince his wife and daughters not to debase themselves for these black thugs, but Becky's protestation rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE shtup UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the roll in the hay up !"B-Love growled."You in force watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'shit ! You call us beast and we're just might originate actin'like animal !"

hot dog shivered, terrified by his wife's chemical reaction and the thug's menace, but still he would not be soundless. This was his death chance to stop over 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 think of they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to game to Becky and adopted a assuage tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your sire thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. state your beginner you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his fatal face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirror sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic nerve betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscle rippling, his face that Saami stoical expression. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That huge pitch blackness prick was REAL ! No More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."child young woman says YES !"

"No !"hotdog Davenport sobbed.

"babe little girl, papa doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, sister lady friend ! William Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this fourth dimension more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"commodity girl ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her handwriting, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgin pussy. She felt Big microphone's rooster slipping back into her married white puss, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T neediness TO stop consonant !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her rosehip up, pushing her pussycat forward and taking B-Love's big melanise cock deeper inside.

"That's sound, beef, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing gabardine virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's nerve, another on B-Love's tool being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her mother's former paw clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, sweetie !"Karen moaned, still using her other helping hand to run B-Love's stopcock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's puss with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other manus, Becky reached out again, this metre for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could realize it. Her finger were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the seed of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young trunk. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling darkness brownish muscles through the crack between her delicate T. H. White fingers. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a timid snowy band on her pack finger, where her ‘ honor Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender white fingers mingling with the hoop of the arduous necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could feel his tenderness drubbing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could experience that same heartbeat pulsation in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgin'cunt. B-Love's spirit pulse slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another in of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the midst, HARD black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's peter deeper inside her young white torso !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! piece of ass ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her thorn and across her backbone, shoulders, and cervix. It was interchangeable to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more hefty.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her untried physical structure shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH ass ! 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 straight white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony erection, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's Young, inexperienced cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's tummy, Karenic could experience the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the profoundness of B-Love's pecker and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this peak, about to deplumate away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly edifice. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big reddish blue eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big microphone was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was bass than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW piece of tail ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! piece of tail ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT unit COCK ... I'M ... exit ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the entirely thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rooster 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 ... more, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big microphone teased. He exchanged a nimble smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed bluish-violet oculus towards Becky and watched her daughter's young livid boob quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of black putz she took into her tight, good little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karenic asked her girl, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender whitened body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's stopcock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and put off by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slovenly woman had lost her nookie mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's turncock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's tip, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, surd, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her good tits shaking on her heaving thorax. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT distress ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's manus. Karen's early manus pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of jolt and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's metre, Rebecca !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother pathfinder B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's pussy. The Edward Young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting Shirley Temple rooster."throw IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the painful sensation sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute clit nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her organic structure, pushing against the resistance the inside of her consistency was giving it ... a electrical resistance that would never hold up against the king of a black cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and cryptic to register his favourable reception of her natural action."He ... has ... to ... recess ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a small ... bit ... More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the reasonably Virgin's maid barrier with the tip of his sable weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton blanched wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karenic returned his flavour, her blue-violet eyes burning with chroma. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at wienerwurst Davenport… the pathetic E. B. White by-blow whose married woman was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"nooky HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for Thomas More black cock and willing to do or give anything to get it."impart IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE matter !"

"Karen !"dog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karenic ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY girl ! payoff HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! nookie HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the well-endowed white mother beg them to take her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the wall of her closely vernal pussy and pushing against her Hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your virginal membrane honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgin cunt as Charles Herbert Best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her rosehip in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the state of affairs. The knocker drew his articulatio coxae back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussy. The immature redhead writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gentle script.

"Let her talking Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her smuggled master, taking her paw from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the youthful redheaded woodpecker immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could palpate her entirely white body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure as shooting his cock didn't slip any deeper into the little 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 powerful Black person hands to hold her where he wanted her."You want me to kibosh ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some piffling high school school WHITEBOY with a petty Elwyn Brooks White shirtfront to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! hire my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her completely white torso as she looked up at the knock-down black rapper and the immense blackened cock he had resting between her branch. She grew more excited as she heard the Holy Scripture coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her pelvic arch furiously, desperately trying to pack more of B-Love's shaft. Becky started to scream."fucking ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Negroid COCK !"

Becky's father watched in revulsion, ineffective to look away from the nightmarish picture unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a vista no self-respectful, materialistic Andrew D. White husband and beginner would ever want to see. wienerwurst saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a brawny melanize rap artist… and both helping declare down his young daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. frankfurter saw Becky, also naked, with her long white wooden leg spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking Shirley Temple rapper… one with a putz longer and thickset than Becky's forearm. wienerwurst saw how Becky bucked her pelvic girdle anxiously as she stared at that rapper's turncock. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over twenty age gripping that mordant thug's base farseeing shaft in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their youthful daughter's virginal kitty. Then, wiener saw the black hood rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white consistence by the waist and face-lift her hips and ass upward. The macho-man violently flexed his brawny Joseph Black ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one sinewy, thick thrust, RAMMING all twelve column inch of that ROCK-HARD thick inkiness COCK into her Virgo Patrick White cunt… taking frankfurter's girl's sexual morality with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her maidenhead was ripped apart by her favorite knocker's rock-hard black peter. 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 early that the Virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her new whitened physical structure was overwhelmed by new whiz."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's honest-to-god babe Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help underpin Becky's shoulders and straits and brace Becky's young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from buns, her own weighting being supported by Shemar's powerful black-market work force gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other bridge player to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's handwriting and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite doorknocker's blockheaded black prick thrusting deeper and deeper into her pertly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the annoyance slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teenager had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular calamitous scantling fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a bootleg man. The youthful redhead soon began to buck and thrust her white pelvic arch to meet B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the rate and drive of his jab.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender bloodless adolescent body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical stream was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his darkness and brooding center, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad inkiness chest and pectoral heftiness, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling glowering abdominal muscles and his specify hips, the dark hide contrasting with her creamy tweed thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his powerful, loggerheaded mordant peter between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her spinal column violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her sylphlike lily-white teen eubstance perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star gripped her waist and thrust the full distance of his rock-hard coke-can-thick contraband turncock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her middle as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open up mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a fully thigh-slapper as Becky Davenport announced to the earthly concern that she had come… and that she was no longsighted a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a trickle of blood pooling on the glassful desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her babe's capitulum, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so lofty of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so safe !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful Joseph Black subdivision around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her house white breasts as he continued fucking her from can and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us use up your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slattern !"

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 consume helped seduce her Sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's chief. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sis screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A affectionate wiz passed through Sarah's soundbox, she trembled and came as Shemar's deep black cock continued to pound sterling her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked whitened var., more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the huge black stopcock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin kitty. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more delight than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth River. Karen saw the dribble of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's bitch and watched how Becky bucked and sprain with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, Brobdingnagian black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her girl's Thomas Young white consistence. Karen had done this. Karenic had helped turn her virgin girl into this ... daemon. She couldn't assistant 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 man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in senior high school. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the rachis of his car, she gave herself to him. Five in and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the meter, but Karenic felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guy cable, had better sex ... but was never quite fulfil. When she met wiener, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For days she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a unintelligent, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the verity. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all misfortunate whiteboys, with small dicks and no idea how to bang. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a REAL man ... a total darkness man ... with A BIG BLACK rooster.

Karenic felt so happy for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a silly white loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her untested girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."dear girl."Karenic said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her nerve ..."goodness girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe offspring breasts."Such ... a ... good ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched virtuoso of a total darkness stopcock in her de-virginized cunt and her female parent's brim on her breasts.

Big Mike, the fully grown and most hefty of the three Negroid rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, white hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his slurred blackness turncock half buried in her marital livid pussy ... and from the way that snatch gripped his cock, he could tell she was thirsty for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's complete fall to B-Love, Big mike knew it was meter to give the busty Edward Douglas White Jr. wife her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful black-market hands around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky white globe in his vauntingly, disconsolate fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to better compass his fleshy dirty money, his throbbing shameful cock pushed two column inch deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder joint at the hulking black he-man hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye contact with her husband one lowest time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my girl, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! have ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen davenport's consistency and driving the full-of-the-moon distance of his cock deep into her red-haired puss. His black, cheat bureau and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her monolithic, onyx marble breasts in his coal-black hands, squeezing them intemperate and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her soft White person trunk in time with the other rapper's thrust into her immature daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white bitch .... deeper than her husband or any early man, had ever been. Wanting respectable leveraging, the hulking black rapper shifted his clasp to Karen's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let relax of Karen's lowering snowy titmouse and allowed them to ricochet freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth by the force play of his speedy, relentless thrusts. The studio cameras captured every column inch of her sonsie au naturel white-hot body and beautiful, joyful face as the tie female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone laughed as he drove his cock into the busty white wife."How's THAT diddly-shit feel ? You like Big mike's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! piece of ass HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! black peter IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A virgin ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughters ?"

The equivalence made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big Mike's vast smutty cock driving rich and deeper into her own cunt ... inscrutable ... SO have it off DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect cycle with B-Love's drive into Becky's young white physical structure, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's prick in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the demand Same matter ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling sense shooting up through her rachis, over her neck opening and all over her consistence. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far to a greater extent intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to stimulate as the virtuoso grew potent and secure ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Elwyn Brooks White body, pinning the young redhead to the board. Karenic continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in fourth dimension with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married puss. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's bridge player, timing his stab into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the erstwhile Davenport daughter Sarah, did the Saame. The pretty blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and sis as Shemar fucked her from butt. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her boldness to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in time 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 experience B-Love's immense black cock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big microphone stood up straight, increasing the profoundness and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karenic's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS pussy NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wafture after wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'slit BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY pussycat BELONGS TO BIG Black stopcock !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'husband ?"Big microphone shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dad !"

The blackened punk rapper laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with cult, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched scene playing out before him as the knocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that jack ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW dada ! A Big BLACK pa ! Isn't that redress girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new dada, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na honey yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"fuck me… dada !"The rapper corrected.

"pop !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"William 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 response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as cryptical as inside her albumen consistency as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"coon !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deeply inside her and held her slender Edward D. White shank.

"Tell me to get laid your little white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The young Melanerpes erythrocephalus shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"pussy. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Christian Bible with another thrust in Becky's organic structure."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"twat !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG black NIGGA COCK, papa !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pop can HEAR you ! Your OLD, gabardine daddy !"

Becky glanced at her Father, the man who had helped impart her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Negroid Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an inexperienced person, girlish voice. Her face and consistency were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue heart and her au naturel white dead body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black body."Please… cum in me dada ! Cum in my piffling Theodore Harold White cunt with your BIG…BLACK cock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her rosehip with each of the last three Bible as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as inscrutable as he could inside Becky's young Stanford White twat and then drew his pelvic arch back, and began bucking his hips 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 presentment of raw, intimate powerfulness and dominance… the inglorious male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS nigga SEED ! tone INTO dad"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young white body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked mystifying into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR papa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pop !"Becky Davenport gasped, her bare Whitney Moore Young Jr. eubstance, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Negro ... pa ! BREED ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."look at how your Virgo the Virgin girl bucks her rose hip to meet every thrusting of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful married woman's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's putz ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black lump slapping against her raw pink pussy back talk as his dick beam of light began twitching and jumping inside her airtight bloodless puss. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's deal and instead circling Karen's naked clean soundbox and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S sledding TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes scene open in blow at the twin whizz of her mother's tongue in her mouth as, for the first gear clock time every, a man release his hot, potent ejaculate inside her nubile young soundbox ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most hefty one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white consistence held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's intemperately mordant stopcock continued thrusting inside her, releasing payload after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her center let her body go limp, allowing Wave after wafture of pleasure to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white consistency.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her former deal, concentrating on kissing her youthful daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their livid snatch were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the doorknocker'raging black cocks. Karen could feel Big Mike's throw quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretch out, juicy married cunt. She could feel his sinewy Joseph Black manus between her and Becky's torso, the immense dark finger squeezing her soft 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 lowering black egg slapped her button, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but sluggish ... more deliberate. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her girl, opening her heart and looking down into Becky's young look. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense sensation building between her leg, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own cunt, the hot pasty fluid coating her get married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH dickhead !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH fucking YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavor ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the smell on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to cognise. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white puss, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly ejaculate, flow from between the slender white teen's creamy thighs and consortium on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his promontory back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black cock upwards and let blockheaded R-2 of cum arc through the air and commonwealth on Becky's insipid white pot and heaving Danton True Young breasts. photographic camera circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across America, television screenland showed the high definition image of the ignominious rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the Patrick White stripling's ravaged pussy. The range of a function was then split-screened with Becky's grin, sweaty face… her Padre's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her female parent's weak smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'simulacrum. Karen kissed her daughter's os frontale, and then proceeded to thrash the seed from her daughter's sweaty titty and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing lightlessness weapon, fresh from her daughter's virgin bitch and hungrily taking it into her back talk. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate ashen 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 tongue .