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

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The calculator screen flickered to sprightliness with the picture of a blaze sun. A small caption appeared in the gloomy left recession of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Shirley Temple Black Phallus / label : E & I book ”.

There is no music at first-class honours degree, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar bowed stringed instrument. The depiction whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its cowling. Finally, the car's locomotive engine spatter and it pulls off to the side of the road. The tv camera slant cuts to the Interior Department of the car, showing a white family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful whiteness wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the dorsum keister, reading a college orientation brochure, is their jolly white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The missy looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the route and she rolls her oculus. The wife doesn't tone well-chosen either.

The hubby gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle command processing overhead time as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his fountainhead. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his manus from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his bridge player and prancing around the front man of the car. Again, the highschool school day graduate rolls her optic, but then she looks down at her MP3 instrumentalist, then at her cell phone. She picks up her electric cell phone and starts entering a speech sound number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the breast can, watching her married man, seemingly concerned for his harm. Suddenly, the daughter's hired man tap mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cellphone. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE tow truck"on its screenland. She looks at the daughter, a bit appall, and shakes her head. The daughter tilts her point at and nods toward her beginner. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her read/write head and again offers mom the earpiece. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling piranha again. The family now has all the car room access open, and are all perspiration. The hubby has stripped off his jacket crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hoodlum of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a windlass drives up beside the household and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab doorway, labeled"White River KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large contraband mechanic gets out. The medicine for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap measure, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The Negroid car-mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose adjustment jeans and a besotted tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the household car and grin. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her forefather and female parent get out of the car to greet the automobile mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to test the locomotive engine again, but the towering black machinist gently pushes him aside, taking his topographic point in front of the car.

The car-mechanic glances over at the girl, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be worry, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily raiment physical structure. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unlaced revealing her inner segmentation of her ample bosom and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much peel she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her articulatio humeri at the mechanic and bites her small lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the presence bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the bend of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's bantam boxershorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty chest, pouting lips, and ice blue oculus. The macho-man makes eye contact with the girl, making trusted she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the distance of the joystick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's attending, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of superfluous suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap pulse continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The reasoned lineament on the picture is piteous, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful opprobrious weapons system, he pulls his shirt over his psyche, revealing his night, hefty torso, rippling with sinew. Mom's big blue heart widen. daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The married man looks down at the mechanic's pouch and sees the couple of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and stir his head, then walks to the cover of his motortruck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The auto-mechanic bend down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscleman flex, the fret making his black peel effulgence in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a yoke of inches, but crotchet 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 wide of the mark eyes and ecstatic attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one western fence lizard motility, he yanks the belt from his gasp and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The hubby parachuting in fearfulness and covers his head for shelter. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the photographic camera and toward the wife and girl who are standing in the ground looking at him. As the shop mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy drawers fall down a few inches, just enough so that any spectator of the euphony TV would recognize that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the married woman and girl, oculus wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the car-mechanic's cock. The camera returns to the old television camera angle within a second, and the shop mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's racket, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

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

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather rap around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the medicine video recording. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the route, then move for the family unit to join him in the truck's cab. The grease monkey opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench keister, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a footling push up into the backside. succeeding, the husband climbs into the cab and the auto-mechanic leaves him to involve care of himself. The grease monkey then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver's seat, but as his massive black physique squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four masses will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the machinist's lap. Seeking to debar an inappropriate office, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and build way for the daughter. The married woman declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the car-mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic's panoptic black expression. The girl turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black body. The mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to labor as the white stripling squirm and giggles in his lap. The lyric poem continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
outcry me for a jump and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU margin call THE tow truck !"

The husband and father flavor ill as he watches his teenage girl squirm in the black machinist's lap. The mechanic moves his head left and good, trying to see around the daughter's header so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her articulatio humeri from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a razz's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to give trouble steering the hand truck, and the husband glances into the motortruck's English mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the hand truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the reasonably white wife sitting side by side to him. A grinning slowly spreads across his expression. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brake system. The missy in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to prevent from slipping off his lap. The car-mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough elbow room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to frame herself as she sits in the Negroid studhorse's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black alien. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looking, the married man coup d'oeil again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The married man furrows his hilltop in worry, and the wife grinning at him, as if to evidence him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The married man takes a cryptical, exaggerated hint and opens the truck threshold, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the room access behind him, the husband pats his stead on the truck's bench buns, indicating the wife should dart over and make room for their girl to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's device driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to go to the middle of the bench nates. The mechanic begins to motor away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and daughter in the prominent rear window of the hand truck cab. A worried look creeping across the husband's nerve as he sees that in maliciousness of the extra way in the cab, his girl is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the road, giving the married man a very bumpy ride in the towed household car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interfere, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the machinist and her girl. The hubby can see that his wife's face shows distress and veneration ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's tending. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the number one wood's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his tooshie, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the bewildered spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her blazonry. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the auto-mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a stern on the far side of the hand truck's cab. The husband is about to take a breather a sigh of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to restrain her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the motortruck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hands and force play them down, under the truck's rear window, out of horizon. The husband looks at his daughter, a foreign foul smiling is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The hubby spotter, confused as his wife shakes her brain and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hired man down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his married woman is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the dustup"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her principal down, below the seat window.

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

The car-mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to sheer violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car saddle horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the motortruck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and waves at her father. She then hold her hands up, decoration facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a clenched fist and waves it in forepart of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The married man doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the car horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the bottom window of the truck. His fairly white married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black car-mechanic. As the daughter does this, her founding father briefly glimpses her bleak egg white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panty ! The father watches, lip agape, as his daughter climbs back in presence of the device driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the husband starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his girl's pinko bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert winding !

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

Desperately, the hubby blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is lost to quit. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the can window of the motortruck. He shakes his pass at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale dreary center full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the forepart of her blouse and violently rips it undefended, revealing her ample, bra clad knocker. Like her daughter's Bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the lustrous desert sky. Looking out the window at her married man, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding circle from her white hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one live time, blowing him a buss with one manus and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the hand truck cab and hitting a shift. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook shot releases the category car which drops to the highway at seventy mile an hour, with a cheap crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safety stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the sieve :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : lightlessness penis / Label : E & I Records ”.

Two gamy school 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 diminutive but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky green eyes, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring round-eyed at the estimator blind. She was the more destitute of the two girls. Like her substantially champion Lauren, Becky was 18 and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring commons eyes, and a brightness sprinkle of lentigo across the bridge circuit of her nose."I'd know you said the video recording would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… denotative !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her home was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her female parent was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sis Sarah had been raised with bourgeois Christian values. They were not to curry provocatively, use fouled language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit ill-affected and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the kinsfolk. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff husking meridian to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with tidy sum of son.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did virtually of the former summit worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the program library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the identification number of boys who desperately tried to score her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity annulus, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as unwarranted as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her discernment in euphony. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ hugger-mugger'rap group called"Black penis ”. The songs were good, though middling risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some trouble. The few links that she found for"Negroid member"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking package that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those fix. Black Phallus CD's seemed unsufferable to chance in local euphony computer memory, so Becky had to piss do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girl at schooltime were surprised that button-down Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the words were shocking at foremost, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and pulsation made her privation to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't honorable mention to her curious booster was that the birdsong were stirring inviolable urges than just dancing ... and that on the rarefied social function that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to hear to a Negro penis birdcall to achieve the best flood tide. more and more, she wanted to hear their euphony and learn about their grouping ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to shoot the breeze, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music television that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"state of nature huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make believe you wonder if the rumors are true ..."

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

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

"Oh ..."Becky said, almost disappointed that her champion wasn't going to spill the beans about the early rumors, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the picture they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The mother and daughter matter ?"

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

"gross !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT consultation ! !"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 eyes widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.

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

"OMG, they are ! ?"Becky's big gullible centre widened. She was stunned."No. Sarah… Sarah didn't distinguish me !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and talk about their music being so democratic in the clubs, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censoring. They say they're uneasy to go on tv for a ‘ know no-holds barred, exclusive audience and appearance U.S. and the rest of the world what total darkness member 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 web site says the consultation will be live and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of pot. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming video recording thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

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

Lauren continued."The site said that Negroid phallus is planning to bear witness some of their early music telecasting and they'll be uncensored too ! Just believe, if you thought this"Wrecker"picture was explicit, just guess what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was hard for her sheltered mind to opine how very much risque the Black Phallus euphony videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Shirley Temple Phallus might make their music picture. The mentation of seeing titillating aspect unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ godforsaken ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgy and sex political party that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the picture set of their euphony video recording, or onstage at concerts in front of push night club. They were just silly tarradiddle, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled resource. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could issue forth over to my place that night, quietus over and watch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP fling ? What do you call back ?"

Becky smiled at her grok Friend."I ... I think I should call in my sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona 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 most recognized and respected young cleaning woman in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the high-pitched scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable length news network. It was a serious job too, as an"Entertainment newspaperwoman"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should give birth gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the net executive director had wanted, and her inexperience made her earnings low-priced. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless Edward D. White complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue centre. Her beautiful face was framed by a thickset mass of wavy, silky, blonde tomentum that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same fourth dimension had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy rig, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment newsworthiness reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television receiver, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her picture graced the cover of slews of magazines, and she received many moneymaking offering for modeling and publicizing study. While Jessica loved the aid, she was disappointed that it seemed to rivet so much on her appearance. Money and exposure were overconfident, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to clothe a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing house decorator case in dark people of colour. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the spiritualist, including her own web, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on lightness, fluffy, entertainment news show. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the web's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted Thomas More money, she could take the various clay sculpture and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to construct.

When her declaration came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more than money and Thomas More say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do to a greater extent in-depth interviews, with high-strung, more controversial fame. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and seek greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the meshing without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-run memory. With her husband Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so skinny to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a rival mesh, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In gain to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal supporter and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main keystone of a show would kick in Jessica the chance to propose story idea, and to do in-depth audience with controversial entertainment image. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but cipher at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that issue because the completely net was dedicated to covering the amusement industry. There was footling peril in taking the job. The network was going to pay her one-half of a year's salary up front, no drawing string attached, so even if the meshing didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The inducement were innumerable. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, he-goat, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could enjoin that this network, unlike her flow employer, would commit her the goody her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her noted, and took the offer from KNEN, male monarch Network amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and brawny mesh. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news show media… minority and youth markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to endure that figure. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that sinister males seemed to comprise the absolute majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a imperfect meshwork. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her binding room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex lifespan. Strangely, in the twelvemonth they'd been working at KNEN, truncheon seemed less and less interested in making making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a salubrious supplying of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making Thomas More money, and that the study would be ‘ easier'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-worker. baton hadn't realized that he'd have to mold with so many blacks ! billystick had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exclusion. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisory program, but whenever he tried to assign jobs to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the work that he was unable to designate, yet creditworthy to see done.

billystick wanted to plain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, unequal, and exhausted. To spend a penny matters worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to take her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and Billy's exhaustion and strain kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been able to make honey to his young, sexy wife more than than twice since the move to KNEN six month ago. billy club knew that he was the merely matter that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every nighttime confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsated. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved billy goat, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have time to encounter out what the problem was. There were other thing on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap chemical group,"Black Phallus ”.

"Negroid Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teen and college bookman, but it was never heard on the radiocommunication or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap creative person whose lyrics created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Black Phallus's lyric poem weren't controversial because of fierce imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few medicine videos the mathematical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their picture had ever been aired on telecasting, on one of the overseas telegram music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black phallus refused to allow any transmission channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video TV channel refused to air the TV without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other black Phallus TV were never aired. They didn't even make their video uncommitted on their own website, with the elision of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored descriptor ) on television.

In malice of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to go very popular in hole-and-corner circles, and beginning to receive an shock on pop refinement. Thus every powder magazine, television broadcast, and news net remotely connected with the entertainment diligence wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the out of the question. Black genus Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the radical had been reached after weeks of extended, secret talks with KNEN executive director. The negotiations were so mystical 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 unwrap that she would be the one expected to conduct the consultation, and that she had only three Clarence Day to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative diarist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As charge as this view was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'consultation, she'd had very piddling clip to do any research on the group. Information was limited, since no interview had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a transcript of the radical's CD and telecasting, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's criminal record label, constituent X.

Then of row, Jessica was worried about the conceding and agreements that KNEN had been forced to constitute, before the controversial radical would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an sole, no holds barred interview with the rap chemical group, a live studio performance, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In central for this, the group demanded that KNEN commit a entirely ‘ peak clock time'eve to"inkiness Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the eve was used by the interview. In accession to this, the radical demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the audience, nor on the music video recording. Further, the group also wanted their own applied scientist to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio apartment crew would not be represent. What was More, due to the controversial and seditious nature of some of their lyric and political views, the mathematical group insisted on duplicate security measures, including security restraint of the studio for members of their own security measure squad. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight schedule. This death condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her audience. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented line news network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the group's requirement. The John R. Major sticking level the network had supposedly had was the censoring issue. To avoid any potential FCC smut encroachment and issues, the web had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit cognitive content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen yr of age, and some early looker ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's situation, and Black Phallus's web site, with the same obscenity admonition. Of course of instruction everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to perform some sort of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC amercement, they risked trillion of dollar worth of lawsuits and patron deprivation. In venom of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the grouping 's precondition were met, and the audience was set up.

At to the lowest degree, this was the official story of how the deal was reached.

The the true was that both Black Phallus's track record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Sami system, Solomon big businessman's Ebony & Ivory Enterprises, Inc. To help haze over this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain newsperson, the but interview that total darkness member would be able-bodied to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one John Major docket, the intimate dominance of black men over whiten adult female. For the to the highest degree percentage, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to raise black men's physique and sexual business leader.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost unruly sexual foreplay in women, and cause powerlessness among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was nightstick's water. This was standard useable procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly inhibit somebody charwoman and even unit business concern, and then use them to produce mixed smut or other materials to raise E & I's order of business. For security determination, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'business organization that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I stage business operated with chiliad of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connector between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced Shirley Temple Black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon King. This way, all of the business organization could be directed for E & I's corporate benefit.

Black Phallus's book recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually expressed rap euphony, with interracial themes. The programme was that the angry young black males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Shirley Temple males would get more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged follow up on sexual confrontation with white cleaning lady. white male person would begin to see black males as sexual higher-up, and feel embarrassed about their intimate inadequacies and small penises. flannel girls who heard the euphony would commence to see Edward D. White males as unworthy and grim male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The grouping was comprised of chemically enhanced blacken men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual world power of fateful men, and subverting white virile sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that Black person men were the intimate alpha males of the human race. As such, black males had the right to fuck and engender any char, every char, they wanted… even married cleaning woman, and especially white women. What well way to prove their claim than by seducing a beloved, get hitched with American image on television ? So it was that inkiness genus Phallus's first sole 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 teacher around her political boss 's spread out office staff door ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"black Phallus"CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

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

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenty dollar bill, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark semblance, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable elan of chicken feed. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her stunner and number were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a endorsement thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was sort of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent inclination and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's indigence. They had formed a closely, sister-like bond in the few month they'd worked together. They were on beginning epithet terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might subvert Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very patriotic to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's career 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 telephone,"Just so you understand, I wo n't be here myself, I 'm in a meeting for the rest of the day, but I 'm certain Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely young helper.

"I just wanted to let you bed,"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 lot in your job with the computer ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her supporter moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was peculiar to listen to her. Sarah was a spiritual lady friend and never swore. She never used the noble's name in vain either. She didn't even say"darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made tongue-tied moan, sighs, moans, and oink of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt favourable to be an helper for mortal who was understanding and appreciative of their help 's problems."I 'm sure I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling tech living ... those big guy rope messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll throw clip to work it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about prison term for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black Phallus is tomorrow Nox ? Some of their congressman are coming by to check up on out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention 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 strained face on Sarah's brass. `` I think it's just a distich of their producer. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important putsch for our electronic network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning grinning of yours, and you 'll be o.k. ! Besides, you know how these grouping are, it's probably all just a clustering of shock value hype and double anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was well-situated for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the telecasting, and she'd been unable to develop copy until of late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the number one crack at the story. The radical had only had a couple of eve free to dedicate to this consultation, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two twenty-four hour period !"

The story about Black genus Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The existent intellect that Jessica was being limited to two Clarence Day of research time was a security department precaution. Jessica was a full journalist, and Solomon world-beater wanted to defecate sure as shooting there was small or no chance for her to come up a connective 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 alleged music yet ?"

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

"Yes, just once. I was with my Sister, and we were listening to some MP3s that a acquaintance of hers had given her. One of those ... strain ... 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 medium about coarseness and sexually denotative cloth, and had always attributed it to her religious fosterage. But hearing that Sarah's younger babe grew up in the same household and enjoyed this controversial medicine genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their euphony ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the 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 Nox ! As if I would be a party to her hearing to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music mathematical group ! She actually wanted to gather these disgusting toughie and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so meritless Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the soft negotiation around this audience, I doubt we can have a VIP invitee in the studio apartment that night. Security is going to be extra tight when these hombre are here, and the group will receive their own protection as well."

"Oh no, don't concern about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their video recording during the show and those matter are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my baby seeing that skank, or meeting those weirdy. I can't consider she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped let out her to any more of that stain !"

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

"Yes, I saw that in the research too !"Sarah huffed."I can't believe the food waste 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 expressed their music is, and there are hearsay that some of the TV are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's correspondence with total darkness Phallus allows for nakedness, profanity, and sexual acts during the unharmed broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand entire of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to induce it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on television camera during the audience will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The net warned me that they might try and root for something. In fact the electronic network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored television broadcast would give these guys the perfect opportunity to present a very visible stunt. The foreman assured me that I won't be in any substantial danger, so they asked me to play along for as farsighted as I could. ``

Like the written report about Negro Phallus's bound availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a encompass story. Solomon king was the one who wanted the uncensored programme. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view idiot box data format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with substantial disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually expressed music videos, free of FCC intervention. Of course of study, it would allow them to beam any sexually explicit content ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpirate in the news program studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any very well they levied would easily be paid by TV sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a bass breath. The truth was, she was a little disturbed, but was forcing herself to stay on tranquillize."But I'm a professional journalist, but these hombre are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An audience with a radical this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the meshing is not about to let me make out to any hurt ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the issue from those horrendous blacken rappers to her recent date."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the ringing to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a arresting menage heirloom in Au, platinum, and diamonds. The atomic number 78 circle was etched and inlaid with a touchy gold pattern. This touchy practice had been the cause of the ring 's prolonged fitting accommodation. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty dollar bill years ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to wait until the wedding to present 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 well-chosen for her assistant. It was so nice to see a sweet missy so in love with a gracious man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

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

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

Recently the natural intimate impulse that she'd so easily stamp down since her teen eld had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was nervous to dedicate herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business concern trip to European Union for a few months. She would take hated to give in to her urges so close to her conjoin day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hotness 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 kip thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind vagabondage to her Holocene desires and recently patronize idea of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be unfit for Brad. As difficult as it is to watch 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 marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The simply reason Brad's not having sex before wedding 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 text file for her get together.

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her eyebrow in confusedness."What did you say ?"

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

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to get across her indiscretion."zip ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

"Maybe we can let the cat out of the bag afterwards ..."Sarah suggested.

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the situation today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to take a chance re-opening the field she had barely closed. billy's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the underground moorage. She wasn't about to need that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her supporter."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guys from Onyx disk coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and delicacy you appropriately. If they don't let me eff ! reply any questions they have, serve them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. OK ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few month and long 60 minutes at KNEN. Jessica was a wise man to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able-bodied to ground a tidings program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a slap-up career, and a heavy marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small role, neighboring to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her electronic computer for a good deal of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to mold, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very muscular, very sinister gentlemen towering in strawman of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a satiny opprobrious shirt and baggy pants kit, almost like pj's. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetric links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their top, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate Brown. Their Koln was intoxicating.

"alibi me,"the man in the lawsuit 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 early. The other man stood, unsounded and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward secrecy until the man in the case finally spoke.

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

"YES ! right field ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that conversant lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the concluding couple of months. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward secrecy while Sarah tried to collect her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her betrothal ring.

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

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

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

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

The jumbo didn't let go of Sarah's hired man. He continued to obtain it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong digit while he continued silently admiring her engagement pack ... Sarah was hesitating to pull her paw away, and was afraid to speak to the heavyweight man holding her hired hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her annulus ... The three were tacit for various seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to mouth to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Most definitely,"the mo man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily tread backward into her office,"I have a large patch of gear that I need you to help me screen tonight. It could get much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

"Of class,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly pensive lenses of the endorse man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her mirror image ... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine lightlessness feature of speech."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his prominent black hands on either side of Sarah's sonant E. B. White face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her federal agency. Tom followed the two of them inside, the threshold closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her kick to get out the function that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"inkiness Phallus"videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking preceding Sarah's office room access, and heard the patent sounds of her new assistant moaning and cuss, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No question, 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 busy, and Jessica didn't want to chance picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd come too close to talking about her husband's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on nightstick's Holocene deficiency again, but she couldn't assistant it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black member's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in shadowy terms seemed to make her long for a fucking 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 truncheon stress, but he wouldn't state her anything. darn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the sight. The authority was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the way. The electronic computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in while on the flooring. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mint of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS fucking CHRIST ... YES ! ! nookie YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the monolithic black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently pair of virginals Elwyn Brooks White cunt. She would have been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a couple of fogged-up specs on her middling Edward Douglas White Jr. face. Her beautiful E. B. White physical structure, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth tweed skin to smoothen like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked egg white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his set up black cock between Sarah's full, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her indulgent Edward White physical body to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the well up smutty cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big Negroid in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big inglorious hands on her lilliputian white waste matter, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after column inch of his massive fateful cock into the pretty white assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her notion. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a natural endowment to be given only to the man she would wed ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four year that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive pitch-black studs she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her body as a plaything for their entertainment. It felt so good ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH lamb FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... nooky ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious lady friend had learned to appreciate in the last few hours ...

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

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

The total darkness laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The Negro laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless he-man asked."Tell me ... how long has that miserable dull whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG nigger rooster ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the bleak demanded.

"4 ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it adopt us for US to get our big melanize cocks in you ? Four instant ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the Shirley Temple Black in the sunglasses increased the pace of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

"So recite me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the delay ?"The Shirley Temple laughed again ...

As the pitch blackness laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling howler of sexual climax. She had waited twenty-four 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 glad I saved myself ! .... FOR YOU ! ! AND YOUR BIG pitch blackness COCKS ! !"

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big Black tool bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo the Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five twelvemonth ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... inkiness ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black shag her puss ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... Shirley Temple Black ... cock !"

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

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexiest theme she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG black cock ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her cunt, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and knocker. As they wanted, she was still screaming the showtime thickly jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty White person face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless studhorse's prick shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

"aid us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more Shirley Temple Black rooster ... starting tonight !"

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

"trade good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some supporter to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet Patrick White pussycat. You might want to make clean this room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black rivet threw some clothes on and left the elbow room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on feeble legs and surveyed the chaos of her function. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sis's smiling aspect. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to forgather the Negro Phallus rapper. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the next nighttime. Then she thought about what would bechance to Becky if she had granted that request, and that view turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the design. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new champion'plans, 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 earpiece, laying on the floor with the receiver off provenance and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect clit, and punched in a phone identification number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to lead a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come up 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 subject of hours."I met with some example from that rap radical you like. I learned a lot about Shirley Temple Black Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the ratiocination that I was legal injury about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP head but I really want to pull in surely you see this consultation so I'm going to e-mail you my credit rating notice number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or lookout man online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do expert for her sis. She wanted to get her some dark turncock."Becky ... make sure you keep your speech sound on you that dark. Maybe I can format something else for you. Bye for now"

billy goat McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been menage for 2 minute, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp cock. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these twenty-four hour period, so he wanted to fill advantage of the clock time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an hard-on. He gave up and switched over to some net telecasting. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little reave tease for him, slowly taking off her clientele attire and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the buttock and giving his tool a conciliate squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's ok honey."Jessica sighed, trying to cover her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a free-and-easy shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't body of work on her disintegrating sex life and spousal relationship, she could work on her consultation dubiousness and research. Jessica went to her household office, powered up her reckoner and began studying her research and enquiry that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of secondment and third base transmission line of questioning. She thought of dissimilar ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her fourth dimension as best she could. She looked at the cart track itemization on the CD, and marked the cut that were on her music DVDR. She could skitter the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ dirty word ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into reckoner and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take eminence on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some lyrics from some of the Sung dynasty, but hadn't procured a written matter of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music telecasting. Every ace song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a solicitation of bad words though. The songs on"Only natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the vocal were all about nigrify men having sex with blanched woman, all kinds of white adult female ; younger, previous, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more than shocked when she read the CD's lining notes. The group contended that all of the song on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking title, considering the stories told in some of the Sung, particularly the some of the taradiddle that the songs told.

This first song was called"Size Energy matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your Lady know it's true, SIZE doe MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of blackness men and abnormally large penis. The birdcall underscored the whole doctrine of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a cockeyed myth.

"Reparations"was about a Black person story project in a college socio-economic class, where clean bookman had to turn ‘ hard worker'for grim students for two weeks. The white female person students end up becoming sex hard worker for black men, while the white manful students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the birdcall was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous narration continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political caustic remark about backwash congress and the fearfulness that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous write up the call told, the denotative language slowly started to develop on her. Many of Sir Thomas More the songs seemed to be spit in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ straight story'call were just part of the act, made to generate contention and word-of-mouth. That was why the Song dynasty were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm home plate"told the account of a whiten man who comes home early, only to feel his wife in bed with the dim neighbor. Jessica saw this call as a commentary on the prejudice fears that flannel people have of living in the Saame neighbourhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High schoolhouse that has to adapt to an inflow of African-American students when an inside city school day closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of equaliser ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly Elwyn Brooks White shoal. The call goes on to distinguish how the pitch blackness male elder seduce all the egg white girls and the hot white instructor. Jessica again saw this birdcall as an exploitation of racist fears and social comment on white flight from the inner city.

"Big boss Man"told the story of a Patrick White man vying for a promotion. He invites his fateful boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the yoke that he'll open her married man the promotion, if she lets him have a go at it her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The hulk opprobrious man fucks the whitened married woman on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the nutrient or clear the table first. The future week, the political boss gives the promotion to another blackened man ... whom the albumen wife also happily agrees to jazz ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue plausive action.

"Spirit marijuana cigarette"was about a Andrew Dickson White college cheerleading squad throwing a victory debauchery for the blackened basketball game team. There was a ‘ humourous'turn of events at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's squad ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high up school and college. Jessica was diffident what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't assistance but smile at the idea of the silent jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric words to be insightful and amusing, she had to acknowledge that the medicine itself was quite unspoilt. The sullen bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her body, making her neediness to dance, or at least move with the euphony. Jessica burned the remaining call 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 act around the room.

Jessica let the unfaltering, relentless cycle overtake her, and began to dance as the euphony continued. It had been a long metre since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little provoke. 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 witting level. The lyric poem barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her organic structure. She barely noticed the more lurid tonicity the vocal began to study. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next Sung dynasty was featured as one of her medicine telecasting, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Ellen Price Wood Pile '', the next track, was an even more humorous song than the old I. Using music sampling from the old sappy love call,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first tike. When the baby is born, its nigrify, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a sinister man !

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

"honey St. John the Apostle"was about a White girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school dulcet middle ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the predicament of a"sweet young flannel wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover !

"The tow truck"is about a family on vacation when their car breaks down. A melanize 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 ramshackle car.

"Soccer Mom"was about a white charwoman who finds herself compelled to hold her high-school-soccer performing son's black teammates.

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

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

The stopping point track was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the medicine so much that she failed to notice that this call was featured in one of her medicine videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black male sexual superiority and authority, from the Angle of ‘ natural extract ’. Shirley Temple men were the alpha male, and had the ‘ natural'rightfield to breed any char they wanted. The call contended that deep down, every cleaning lady knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every woman, even married cleaning woman, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the net racetrack, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit words of"Black penis"had aroused her. She needed baton, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her role and went to her bedroom. nightstick was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her script down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her power, unsure of what to do with herself. Her oral sex was swimming with confusion…and lecherousness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music picture on her desk and grabbed the rubric that attracted her attention earlier… something called"ovalbumin Wedding, Blacked St. Brigid ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music TV into her information processing system. Not wanting to heat Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the reckoner and sat down at her desk to watch the video recording. Within seconds, the leaden pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fervency that no insensate shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"Caucasian hymeneals, Blacked Brides"euphony television seemed to be a serial of vignette about brides ditching their stableboy on their wedding day, so they could be with inglorious men. The video opened with chimes playing Erich Mendelsohn's nuptials border district, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass heartbeat, and a female chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening move setting showed the rappers standing on a level similar to those one would see in a strip social club, complete with provocative alien professional dancer. The backcloth were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church building windowpane. The dancer were all young blank charwoman, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a nuptial motif. All the daughter were slender, with good titty and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some form, Andrew D. White high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another girlfriend, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and step-in and long, egg white satin gloves. A tertiary little girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panty, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the setting were similarly attired.

The miss danced with the aid of 'stripper rod', similar to those vista in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, non-white mahogany Brown and were highly polished. As the fille danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown poles, they mouthed the Word of God to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the tv camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the television camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to constitute note of hand about the lyric poem. But as the song continued, it became plain that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The medicine was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The alone lyrics came from the female chorus line. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black person Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scenery. As the euphony continued, the television camera guess showed that the Bridget was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the sound man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's aspect. The stud runs his glossa over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her toy nervously with her sweetness.

The scene changes to the sunny outside of the church building as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of Sir Tim Rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the Curb. A turgid black hired man reaches out, and closes the door. The ostler and the wedding guest stand, stunned, on the church building steps, as the limo speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"planetary house has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The photographic camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a nigh up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The tv camera pulls back to bring out the beautiful Bride on her genu, between B-Love 's bare fateful legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head curtsy up and down in his lap, and blonde plait and head covering bound gently with her bowel movement. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's acantha when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant discourtesy of the founding and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the natural process on the screen, and the becalm beat of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the consequence on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her stage, resting her helping hand on her breakwater.

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

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This time, the setting is a big and expensive looking receipt hall. It 's a dissimilar wedding, with a unlike stableboy, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and stableboy in the receipt line, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the Saint Bride and grin seductively, taking her script and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his expectant black hands over her white-satin-clad knocker. Her eye 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 berm and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the bootleg man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's side and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud picks up the St. Bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his tolerant articulatio humeri and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a feel around confused ... then sees another ignominious he-man. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the Bridget and her bleak stud ! The fragrance falls to the story, and the picture cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her mire ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in clip with the music. It was such a natural response, she didn't even detect 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 moderately white Saint Bridget dancing with her groom. A lightlessness stud walks up behind the ostler, staring at the pretty Bridget lustfully. The stud, never breaking his boldface stare into the bride's eyes, taps the stableboy on the articulatio humeri and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at first, but the Brigid smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the stableboy away. The black rivet pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the disastrous stud smiling ... There is another cut, this prison term to a wide shot of the saltation floor, fully of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crew, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a cheeseparing up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge blanched wench hitched up around her waist, while the black-market stud poke against her mercilessly ... all in prison term with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping metre with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the total throws of passion, so transport with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the picture ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chairman, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her agile Caucasian fingerbreadth probed rich and deeper into the folds of her pink kitty, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the medicine. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay undetermined and rivet on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly groan as the succeeding vignette played ... and the next ... and the adjacent.

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Every scenario was the Lapplander ... a beautiful white St. Brigid ditches her whiteness stableman for some shameful stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his Saint Bride a bit of patty. There is a lightlessness waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her hostler's fingerbreadth. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the hostler. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the bridegroom is wiping frosting out of his optic, the black waiter whisks the Saint Bridget and the cake out of reception Asaph Hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen faculty stare at the duet hungrily. The shot cold shoulder to the bride's expensive Elwyn Brooks White dress lying in a pile on the smutty kitchen trading floor. The camera pans up to usher the Saint Bride lying across the kitchen's preparedness table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of E. B. White cake frosting. She writhes in XTC as respective pair of large fatal hands smear to a greater extent cake icing all over her milky gabardine peel. The camera circles the table as a enceinte, half-naked black men surround the writhing White person St. Bridget and set about licking the frosting off her naked soundbox. The television camera stops between the Brigid's pegleg ... but the persuasion of her slit is blocked by a black man's bald forefront ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ceremony ring, on the Negro man's bald brain !

Another vignette shows a jolly blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her groom. The ostler is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Bridget. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the bride on the shoulder and rustle in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Word of God to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her Saint Brigid's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the doorway, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride grin and turn to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pinko dress. The Bride turns back momentarily, looking down the Granville Stanley Hall to the feast elbow room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the Granville Stanley Hall ... briefly making eye impinging. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the room access behind her ! The camera shows respective quick cuts of hands ( black men's hired man and tweed adult female's men ) ripping the Edward White scrubs from the St. Brigid's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her humeral veil in presence of a mirror. The doorway of her fertilisation room opens. She turns to see a handsome Joseph Black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was evacuate. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a minute, smiling at the lovely snowy girl. An enormous protuberance rises in the private parts of his cover-alls ... the St. Bridget's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the doorway of the stuffing room. We cut to wedding party in the figurehead of the church, waiting for the St. Bridget so they can get the ceremony. A beautiful charwoman, presumably the bride's female parent, walks to the changing room to get her girl. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks give to reveal her beautiful white daughter on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneeling in presence of a smuggled man in her wax bridal night-robe ! The mother stares for a instant, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This side by side vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The stableman kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to get a shower first. The bride pouts, while the bridegroom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a whack at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a freehanded black man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The nigrify stud looks at the shut down bathroom door ... and back at the Bride. He smiles. The tv camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her infantry under her dress.

The next barb was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the can, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The tv camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the bride 's wooden leg sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the dim man rises from between the young woman 's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bound, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waistline, but he is naked his muscular black torso shines with sudor. He takes a swig of Champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in metre with the medicine 's beat. The Bridget's lily snowy hands run up over his thorax, and around his articulatio humeri and neck as he dives back into natural action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

satire can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's centre bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her pantie ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the heart-to-heart doorway of Jessica's spot, his eyes glancing from his married woman to the screen door of her computer, and back again. The aspect on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed hostler in the honeymoon suite.

'' dearest ... I 'm lamentable ... it's just ... I thought you were at peace ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her deaden panties.

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until billystick walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to make how nigh she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering flood tide. billy goat's unexpected arriver had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for care, but at that instant, 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 ? '' baton cried ... the way was n't very fire up, but Jess swore she could make out tears on Billy 's facial expression. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

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

But that was billystick 's entire problem. The inkiness men at work were treating him like motherfucker ... now he found his wife masturbating to the trope of powerful black men and albumen cleaning lady in a music video. It was more than he could stand.

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

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

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

'' THAT 'S decent ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... mendicancy ! You turned away, both times ! HOW DARE 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 learn them back, but she could n't, it was too late. billy goat 's oculus widened with anger ... or fear ... or gloominess. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full recognition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt pallid to her stomach. Her last input left her satiate with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The picture had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to centre on workplace. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no uncertainty they'd be up half the night talking. As lots as she wanted to assort things out with nightstick, tomorrow Night was the big interview, and she needed to get some eternal rest. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her abode office. She grabbed a cover from the linen paper water closet and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her psyche down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thinking and diffidence swam through her wear out intellect. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her married man in month, but now she was n't even able to kip succeeding to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focalise on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her married man 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal life-time after the adjacent dark 's interview with Black Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to catch some Z's. She resolved that things would change ... after she got through the audience. Yes ... after the interview, affair would be different !

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The church was full moon of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her dressing room, adjusting her caul in the enceinte standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large ebony hand on the Saint Bridget 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the communion table, the music stopped.

The guests'heads turned too look on the Brigid 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two declamatory bleak hands rotary from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. White off-white and drop fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the flooring ...

The black man 's hands sliding board over the newly exposed white belly of the Brigid ... and over her full egg white breasts.

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

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

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

The bridegroom turns towards the backbone 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 erect in the bed, her broad white titty heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd amend take away a low temperature shower and get to puzzle out and organise for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the moth-eaten pee up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on ardor. It wasn't nuisance, it was an sinful sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through week and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to fuck off the previous evening, while watching black genus Phallus's explicit video. It was the Lapp sexual tensity that had led her to yell at Billy…and give her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billy ? And why did that dream make her viewing up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilty conscience was in full gear. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful affair to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convince she became that Billy 's impotency was somehow her fault. He must sustain felt neglected by her recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent achiever. But in any font, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her perfect snowy body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a courteous, quietly, wild-eyed dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got household, Jessica would throw Billy a decent massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be squeamish and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate 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 sentiment of taking a penis in her mouthpiece to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitioner, she selected some of her aphrodisiac lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and billy club got home, she could shed her clothing right in movement of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie memory, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching garter smash, and a pair of inkiness thigh-high hose down stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her expression in her uncut mirror. The grim lace and satin complimented her average skin color beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c bosom, without binding her chassis. The panty rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the figurehead, while leaving her beautiful daily round White person ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high Joseph Black hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat dim wench and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eventide's audience and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband 's articulatio humeri, `` I never should have said those frightening affair ! ''

billy club smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him utmost nighttime, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the Lapp meter.

'' I 'm sorry too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, ineffective 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 deal and raised his brass so that he was forced to make eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so distressed lately. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... knocker. '' he-goat felt his blood start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the untimely thing to say. Her guilt feelings over the former nighttime took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assigning had taken so a great deal of her tending lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their video ... And what a video ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the theory 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 club.

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory shade, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not wish. The electronic network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might give birth to go along with it, for the saki of the show. ``

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

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

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

'' perfect tense ? '' billy club 's peculiarity was peaked, `` What do you signify ? ''

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

'' Really ? '' he-goat smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the program for that evening's appearance. It was established that Jessica would submit a little background information on the chemical group, and stick in each of the music videos before conducting the interview with black Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the spate with billy the previous evening she hadn't been able-bodied to look out all the TV. Seeing the telecasting before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare to a greater extent question. The solitary really problem Jessica now had was that her helper didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright grinning and a coffee, body of water, or juice. This was not the eccentric today. It was almost twelve noon before Sarah finally did evidence up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like to the highest degree of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed big. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed crusade and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the knocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what sort of ‘ promotion stunt'they might draw in in the studio. Sarah was no uncertainty extra neural about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else strange that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very well-worn and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Lapplander clothes she had worn the old day ! Had the poor girl not kip ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"fountainhead,"Jessica raised an supercilium,"I mean you were later getting in this dawning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you sure you're okey ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"fountainhead, I was helping Black penis test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled rickety"We were getting busy about of the nighttime ... I mean ... busy to the highest degree of the Nox, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of course, Sarah, I'm so gloomy, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should own gotten some boy from engineering to help out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never sustain believed her conservative, demure new supporter would cause been able-bodied to take care past the airfoil of the language. When Sarah had first learned that blackamoor Phallus would be featured on the syllabus, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary response,"it would take a long sentence to explain and I don't think we have clock time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd honest get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the medical dressing room and thrust a refreshed water feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to obliterate something, but as a lot as she wanted to unveil the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was veracious, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would experience to hold off until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchorman desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After blackamoor Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best Christ Within Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio apartment lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lighting were hotter than convention. Certainly, studio inflammation always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the visible radiation'warmth seemed especially austere. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice H2O. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sealed that Jessica never ran out of the weewee that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense intimate arousal in fair sex, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of water,"Does it seem warm 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 avoid eye contact.

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an brow and took a swig from her water bottle."I can read firing and sound, and even tv camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black Phallus guy rope seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her middle and took a deep breath as she fanned herself with her banker's bill cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this high temperature. How often farseeing ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her nursing bottle of water.

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

Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the appearance was being recorded, it would be airing be on pay per view 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 run across them before the interview."

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

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

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to mind a shining facial expression !"Jessica shot her assistant a at a loss look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up somebody 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 consultation approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got higher and higher. Jessica found herself getting very queasy, more so than formula for one of her interview. For one matter, truncheon still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't guess where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio apartment was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security measure might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's anxious energy and numberless bottles of water resulted in a much needed privy open frame. She returned from her intermission hour before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmospheric state was justified. Not only were they going on live idiot box tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the human race ! Then there was the theory of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial radical like black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored consultation segment to arrange some form of provocative promotional material stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly anxious. It was a sense of jitteriness that Jessica knew that the all faculty of"The Whole verity"tidings program shared. That shared jumpiness was demonstrated when the composition female child spilled a bottle of base composition down the front end of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minutes to air metre !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a opprobrious crewmember pass by just as heather mixture was opening the make-up bottleful. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set managing director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring in another sports jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hands of a wardrobe creative person ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black sport coat that Jessica had worn that eve was a closed jacket crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden press"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 rattling consequence that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Taiba stir people, we've got 3 minute of arc to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the auditory sensation booth.

The wardrobe daughter immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up girl finished her job. The cleaning woman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's font and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up missy was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a wink, the make up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One arcminute people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new crown ! The jacket was a superb royal blue sky coloring, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a inkiness radiation diagram going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The job was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inch wide, and ending in the centre of Jessica's bureau. The designer jacket would consume looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the crown exposed a generous total of the inner portion of Jessica's milky egg white tit, and even a bit of her sinister demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe young woman had given her the incorrect form of cap !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could observe !

"I've got a give up jacket in my part"Jessica offered,"if you could send somebody ..."

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


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offstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the Hall from the studio apartment, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuff chairperson and anxiously waited for his wife's tidings broadcast to begin. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, fat furnishings, and a fully stocked costless snack and wassail bar, with a icebox. The rampart of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in blood plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the princely surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the Sami bozo that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Sat, the Sabbatum afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some Negro nightclub. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the beefy nigrify policeman shrugged, handing Billy his circuit board,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

The precaution swiped the card through the reader again… looked at his information processing system screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These bozo claimed to give birth problems scanning his ID. he-goat knew it was bullshit. These Shirley Temple bastards were giving him difficulty because he was a whitened guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The indorsement black safety stepped in strawman of billy club, blocking his path. billystick couldn't assist but back away in fearfulness of the jumbo, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ avow Billy's identity'with the security department agency. They didn't botheration apologizing. As billystick pushed past the beefy blackamoor guard, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the event that he-goat expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

baton was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the foyer to hear ..."BITCH, A hunky-dory woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

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

By the clock time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio protection, another duet of total darkness muscle builder bouncer eccentric, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, baton was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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

Becky had called her babe Sarah a couple of day earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio apartment that Nox and actually foregather the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the grouping was not conquer 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 baby would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to determine the interview on Laura's estimator with some of their friend, but Becky's ridiculously materialistic parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a supporter's sign on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next dawn, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the audience, Becky woke to happen a voice-mail on her cell earpiece. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit notice number so that Becky could orderliness the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be menage that Night so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the living 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 meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to observe the consultation with pitch blackness Phallus, her favorite music chemical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Thomas Young redhead's diminished white hands were trembling with so much turmoil and catch that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view servicing. A tactile sensation of barbed heat tingled through the white teenaged's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's recognition add-in information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the life room couch, all alone in her house, watching the telly intently, as the opening statute title of"The unit Truth"played on the silver screen and the political program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to inaugurate the dark's narration, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The privileged half of each of her full phase of the moon, whitish E. B. White breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some sort of porno-film translation of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole accuracy'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, U.S.A.'s well-nigh controversial, and most democratic, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million copy in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their euphony is heard in night clubs and teenagers'room across the country."

Jessica could barely condense on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The oestrus of the studio lights on her bare chest was a constant monitor of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her munition in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's sentiment of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their euphony was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record shop'shelf ! The intellect for this is because some in the government and the media title that the chemical group is simply too detestable to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyric are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their TV have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some euphony electronic network officials have gone so far as to label the video as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio apartment monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her implements of war failed to hide the cleavage that her crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to rule a more humble affectedness, everything she did seemed to show off her segmentation even more. Jessica's oculus darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to see a more professional emplacement and scan the teleprompter at the Saame clock time.

"lightlessness phallus claims that the use of such utmost content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about democratic idea and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial stuff is artistically justified exemption of verbalism. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given tuner and television play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The grouping claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a terror to the white establishment. They say that there are some in Edward Douglas White Jr. U.S. that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will read just what Black genus Phallus wants them to know !"

The jitteriness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her attempt to get over herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to get rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her consultation. She abandoned her attempts to receive a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist governing body ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But inaugural, we're going to show you the videos that the music video epithelial duct won't. All this, and more, after a abbreviated interruption, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those cobbler's last lines off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio apartment ! Memories of watching the television the previous night ... and the outcome that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the video recording wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other nighttime ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

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

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billy club sat stunned during the commercial message break of serve. What the netherworld were they making his Jessica wear ? Her mamilla were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she hold to get into such a affair ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to show off her consistency a little on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wear that picayune outfit to dinner ... and plate ... very naughty !

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

That must be the intellect. Billy sat back to watch the quietus of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to cut the sinking opinion in his belly that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

sightedness her helper, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket crown."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can't go on a plan looking like this !"Jessica spread her weaponry and showed the ridiculous sum of beautiful livid cleavage that her cap exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't avail but notice the unusually queasy behavior her normally simmer down and collected supporter was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her Theodore Harold White lace bra was visible.

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young woman left the top three clit unbuttoned, showing an unusual sum of money 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 first light. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was unseasonable."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 federal agency, and just now you said you left your anchor ring at home plate ..."

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

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

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

"Why is the girl so chary ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have fourth dimension to wonder for very long, because the music director's vocalization boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... spine IN V, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, loathsome. These are the Scripture that medicine video meshwork executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the medicine group"blackness phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video recording can not air on regularly broadcast TV. The determination has resulted in preventing all of those medicine video from ever airing on telecasting ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to pore on the teleprompter and dismiss the image of herself on the studio reminder. Her chest of drawers was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the contraband male person studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit Sojourner Truth, are able-bodied to demo these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its integrality. a lot of it is sexually denotative, and may be considered dysphemistic. After these video are aired tonight, stoppage tuned for an exclusive consultation with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their euphony, their television, and their strange philosophy about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these horrid fatal rapper. How would she possibly be able to carry on such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually expressed lyrics about White person fair sex. What horrible gossip might they make about her organic structure if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The maiden euphony telecasting that"The unit Truth"will bear witness you tonight concerns lightlessness genus Phallus's sight on the concept of man and wife. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric and video footage. Joseph Black Phallus claims that this explicit stuff is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to give about what they call,"affected cultural values ”. Critics claim that the euphony video, like the euphony itself, is simply purile porn and an affront to a time-honored custom and sacred institution."

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

And now,"The unit trueness"presents blackamoor penis's"flannel marriage ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and denotative words on air !

"Patrick White marriage ceremony, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional behaviour, but couldn't help but thrill as the song's finish rubric left her backtalk. She could even feel a chill ... one she'd felt the previous eve when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The finally sentence she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to materialise here ... she couldn't allow masses to think that Negroid Phallus's medicine video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but posting that several brace of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor screenland as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a body of water bottleful, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to deflect 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 black form of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her manpower over Tom sinewy chest, and under his crown."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a handwriting down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock and roll voiceless bulge 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 lightlessness stopcock like you did last Night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the pitch blackness man's embracing, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the clitoris of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm breasts, encased in their gabardine lacy bra. Sarah's soft Theodore Harold White skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous even, from many grim mouths.

Tom reached a vauntingly contraband hired man out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her broad firm knocker, and hard nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating legal action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the earth, face to facial expression with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's inguen, inhaling his manly scent ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X blood serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny E. B. White hand, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating Robert Brown oculus, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'baton thought to himself as he watched the blackness penis video."I can't believe they would put this drivel on television, let alone exhibit my married woman to it, and form her do a tale about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will return for these ... pervert ?"This is sick ! Who would delight this shit ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared simple at the sexy white Bride and ignominious studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV CRT screen. She'd heard that"lightlessness genus Phallus"telecasting were pretty gamy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a married woman cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video recording didn't closure there ... this TV showed new T. H. White St. Bridget ditching their grooms on their nuptials day and giving themselves to Joseph Black men instead !

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to think how the future television could be worse ... billystick was even more unhinge by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filthiness would be sitting inch from his beautiful, thinking wife in a subject of minutes.

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

Jessica's wagon train of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up girl's smiling face and busy helping hand."pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a footling shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a little glossy, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to give some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The lady friend spritzed Jessica's face with weewee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft puff of air to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shucks jacket crown ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehands and cameraman. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty Thomas Young make-up lady friend"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the unseasoned physical composition girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can find her."the physical composition female child responded, rushing off set as the music director's voice boomed over the intercommunication system ...

"BACK IN FIVE, quaternion, terzetto, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The abasement of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the subject field of the following"Black Phallus"video recording. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's program. watcher free will is advised. And now,"The unit Truth"presents Black Phallus's television,"jigaboo in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her programme, but"Joseph Black member"had demanded, in their contract, that zilch about the evening's program could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her headache. Jessica was terrified that she would go publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no issue how much she may have wanted to try and neglect the figure flickering across all the Monitor in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the TV's superstar and producers in the next region of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as petroleum as the old TV, this strain and picture seemed gear towards humor. At least ... at initiatory ...

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The video opens with a tantrum in a hospital delivery elbow room. We hear the tune of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a ashen yuppie married man with a video television camera, taping his wife in the pitch room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the photographic camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's dispersed legs spread wide-cut, a fabric draped covering her groin, and the Doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a rich storyteller booms"Congratulations, you are the father of a majestic baby…"

"nigra IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious interpreter interrupts just as the doctor pulls the child up into purview, revealing a black-market child boy !

Your wife gave nascency to her infant boy,
but something looks a little damage,
His peel 's a little too obscure to be considered white,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

Looks like you got yourself a
spade IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been LE than reliable
jigaboo 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 view ’. The rappers sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at work.

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the rim. She's a odoriferous, sinless, Marcia Brady type. She stands in the threshold of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a deliverance truck pulls up to the house.

The motortruck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Robert Brown software system can do for you !"The deliverance man, one of the muscular black studhorse from"blackness Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a great box. His heftiness flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist degree, indicating that the wife needs to sign for rescue. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her gown falls give slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense excrescence growing in the delivery man's trunks ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can protest, the sinister delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front door of the sign of the zodiac. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, shameful paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bike at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's smiling.

The snapshot track to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the hubby and wife, in an expensive crystal systema skeletale. The shape is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding pic falls off the nightstand and the beautiful build shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful material body shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a rampart. We can see the wife's carpus are tied to the brass bed posts with packing magnetic tape. There is a brief close up of her expression, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black pitch man, in uniform, shirt fundament covering his ass and the wife's long snowy branch wrapped around his waist. The photographic camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black teen peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too amercement to be unfrequented
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 happen !

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

The following dead reckoning we see is another shot of hubby leaving for body of work, with the wife standing at the room access in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the back talk. She stands in the door waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, smutty paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newsprint from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can engage it in her script. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her sizable white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his drumhead, then flips open his cell speech sound. Her eyes widen as she sees the video recording he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head teacher. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's sack of paper dropping to the porch step, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The dim stud stand in the entryway of the house, facing the photographic camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the photographic camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waistline, and drops her robe, revealing her naked eubstance to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the married woman on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the Negroid teen fucks her ass. Again, the snap is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the succeeding day. We see married man leaving for study once again ... with wifey stall in the doorway in her gown. Hubby leans forward to buss his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her buttock instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the giant Shirley Temple rappers from"Negro Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her back talk hungrily. The dark Milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the married woman into her family. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy T. H. White milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a abbreviated guessing of the organisation headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular bootleg breast ... and the beautiful white-hot married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of tv camera jibe ..."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the private road and the married woman waving him off from the figurehead porch. Quick cut to the inside of the theater's social movement door, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the room access being opened to let on a tumid, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the shoe collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the heart-to-heart 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 piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the photographic camera's position by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grin, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's psyche backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our vista is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulder joint and moaning side past the leftfield edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting gesture over the top right field recess of the lid.

poor dim white jerked meat,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

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

As the music's pace quickens ... we see shot after snapshot of the Edward Douglas White Jr. wife letting more and more black men into her home to love her.

The future shot is of hubby being shoved out the doorway with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the telephone set ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipe up connexion under the bathroom cesspit. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another warm cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a quick shot a flooded lav floor. The bathroom is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the rain shower doors we can fix out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her pegleg wrapped around his waistline and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next aspect shows a bombastic, powerful Black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the bloodless twosome's plate, carrying a consortium boater. The look threshold open air, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect white ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding crank door in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black puddle man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera snap goes wide-eyed to show that there is no pond in the back yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a all-encompassing grin spreadhead across his aspect. He then turns around to see the Andrew Dickson White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the cupful of the top just sitting, loose on her knocker. The television camera cuts away just as she unties one side of meat of her Bikini rear end and they start to fall down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain reverberation as the scene changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system keypad by the threshold. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security system Silent consternation ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a nimble edit to a security measures truck pulling up in the driveway. Two husky black security officers walk up to the star sign and open the door. They find the wife standing in the social movement hallway, wearing black leotard, Negroid leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a postiche surprised flavor and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The black protection officers smile at each other, plug in the ‘ all clear'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the legal action, looking through the humiliated window. From behind, we watch as the security measure policeman's strip off their shirts revealing rippling inglorious muscles, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in social movement of the safeguard. The refrain Echo and the scene modification again.

Too bad for you she's fertile
It mighta been worthwhile
To pretend mo'prison term fo'you lady.

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To industrial plant a fine blacken baby !

A landscape gardening truck pulls up outside the house. Two turgid, muscular blacken nurseryman get out of the truck and walk up to the front man door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiling brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a oeuvre order, with the word"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and smile, then backs into the planetary house, allowing the men to go in. The very next jibe holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock clock and a recently used lady's kid and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a Negroid man is laying in the bed on his rear ... then the wife's long blonde pilus film across his brass as she leans backwards into the snapshot ... before second pair of mordant hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular nigrify hospital attendant. She puts a hand up in her husband's nerve, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and base on balls over to the black hospital attendant ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black babe. A reasonably blonde nurse in a sexy white uniform advance them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in shape just two years after giving nascency ( it is a music picture after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open air in the cover and the black neat bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nursemaid looks over her articulatio humeri at the husband and laughs again, shaking her pass. She walks through the door, shedding her suckle's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big Joseph Black stud after another, Becky's deal found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house white knocker. Becky watched the TV intently ... relishing every glance of skin and muscle that was exposed on sieve. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been capable to suppress her sexual root on easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful urge, Becky had always managed to baulk the attentions of the boy at school day. Of trend, none of the boy in Becky's schooltime looked like the monumental studs in these telecasting. Becky wondered how long her conservativist value would retain out around men like these. Would she generate herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the video ? As she pondered the doubt, she continued groping her own Young breasts with one manus, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The composition miss said, putting her puff away.

"fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new crown and put it in my grooming room. I'm changing on the next open frame ! I can't do a life-threatening news interview with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a headway ... weeks of increasing horniness ... calendar week without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with billy the former evening ... the force per unit area to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the press of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio lights ... these erotic TV she was having to submit ... and her boob on show for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the doorknocker would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of promotional material stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running caper about the airline industry. But total darkness penis has their own takings on the old bromide of a dyad sneaking off for a rendezvous in a strangle airplane john. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a swooning audio of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre statute title, and the euphony video began.

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The TV opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unusual chassis that appears to be a stylized simulacrum of an erect black cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde buffer flying the airplane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large smutty Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

The sexy pilot good turn and finds herself eye-level with an is an tremendous bulge running down the flight-attendants'knickers leg. Her middle widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this recollective flight !"

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

The sexy white pilot smiles."I take it black !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white hand picking up the wireless mike."Attention lady and gentleman's gentleman"speak a duad of beautiful tap mouth into a priapic mordant mike,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the police chief still speaking into the wireless microphone with one hand. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her innocent hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back advance to render Big Mike ripping his unvarying shirt off, revealing his midst, hefty black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of 60 minutes, but I do need to monish you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the headwaiter comment, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should delight every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a deprivation for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her hand.

Big microphone takes the microphone from the stunned blonde's hired man and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a option in airline business locomotion, but when you choose Black Phallus, you NEVER have any regret !"

The screen fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, fast-growing musical rhythm. The video now flashes with a series of three replacement shots of the plane's DoI. All of the dig are from the same slant, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and depict different fit within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the woodworking plane's inner lit normally, full of passengers on the flight of steps. Another stab shows the three penis of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the television camera and rocking with the music. A thirdly shot depicts the sheet's interior with slur lights and lightning split second outside the Windows. Each instant of lightning reveals glimpses of naked tweed and blackened limbs, writhing in the passenger seats. These three variation of the plane's Department of the Interior shots flash back and forth as the medicine intro swordplay.

"We'll convert more than your air miles, bitch !"a vocalism 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 T. H. White women and total darkness men, and a few white men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The hind end 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 break that the fanny is bouncing so much because a Lester Willis Young white woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the medicine. She realizes what he is overturn about grinning, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your women cry out loud.
Shirley Temple Black engines sidesplitter and the white girlfriend cream !"

The photographic camera settles on a young white match, necking in their seats. We can see that the span is married since the television camera focuses on the wife's wedding annulus. The wife glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the straw man of the planing machine. She looks over her shoulder joint and nictation at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few hind end forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The studhorse is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black-market aeroplane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big black cock will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

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

The stewardess counter to her seat at the front of the sheet as the thwarted whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the turning point of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glance of the intimidating lightlessness passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the egg white husband, glances at the privy door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the gangway, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's eyes widen in awe. He squirms in his tooshie, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the want effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and tip to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and claim a step forward. The stewardess puts her manus up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his powerful chest into her mitt. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black grabs the hostess's wrist joint, holding her helping hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to take the air backwards. In arcsecond, they are at the bathroom doorway. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a sally. The white married woman peeks around the door. We can see her publicise shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare snowy back and ass. The married woman's oculus widen in scare when sees the thug and the hostess. The wife starts to exclude the door, but the smutty stud suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the fateful stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and concerned feel and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flight of stairs's gon na change your lives !
‘ case once we take the skies we gon na take your wife !"

Cut to an exterior shooter of the plane ... the frame of the word-painting is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the upheaval ... as are the occupants of the bath !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ fanfare cuts ’, a serial publication of imperfect nip that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a sec of each shot at a time. The nip are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy livid female person articulation cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your human relationship just hit upheaval ... she's goin'down and you can't do stag !"
"Fly Me infant ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her albumen bitch is a black-cock-pit, where WE use up ascendancy and we fly that kick !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black airplane In a Big blueness Sky ... Big total darkness putz In Your Hot Elwyn Brooks White married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last language is accompanied by the roar of a airplane railway locomotive flying,

Each snapshot is an extremum close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fasting edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imaging : We see the stewardess's beautiful blueish eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the hostess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's oculus looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the hostess's naked clean back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her full phase of the moon Stanford White knocker to intumesce at the English, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a yoke of Andrew Dickson White legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four albumen hired man exploring black muscles ... one white hand wearing a wedding party ring and clutching a muscular black shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door latch, and thrill ... The shot suddenly cuts to the room access flying assailable, and the writhing multitude of interracial sex spilling out onto the story of the aisle !

No private parts is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is bare, except for her satiny Patrick White bra. She is lying her rachis in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her foresightful white legs wrapped around the mesomorphic Black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the livid wife's legs, though practically of his body is obscured by the wife's legs and the air hostess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde fuzz is still in its grievous french-twist and her little aristocratic hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black rider's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pale white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the flock of soft white flesh out from between their dead body. Her foresighted whiteness legs are circularize widely, around the ignominious man fucking the whiten wife. The hostess's beautifully barren white ass is clearly visible.

The passenger look on in shock at the lurid display. We see several shooter of passengers ... Patrick White woman, whitened men, and opprobrious men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action. The egg white men look uncomfortable, and rip at their choker nervously. The Black person men seem to be smirking and grinning. The whiten women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late stripling, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her founder effort to cover her eyes ... she pushes his deal away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other incline. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a flyspeck blank handwriting down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clit of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her white cotton panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her script away and lowers her tray mesa, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hired man flat on the tray board and keeps them there ... but continues watching the military action. She glances at the Shirley Temple Black man ... he smiles back again ... then heartbeat and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, business womanhood sitting between a mordant man and a white man, is watching in seismic disturbance. The men are both clearly aroused by the natural action ... and both facial expression at the aphrodisiacal white business fair sex. The black stud poker takes one of the woman's hands and station it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a firmly bulge in the calamitous man's lap. She begins to gently tweet the bulge as she continues watching the action mechanism. The Andrew D. White guy smile at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the Sami. He takes the woman's other hand and position it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small jut ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big protuberance. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her straits. She lifts her hand off the tweed guy's genitals and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and jest. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to catch the action at law ... and places both hands in the blacken guy's lap ... starting to work out at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business woman's suit jacket.

In another row of hindquarters sits a black man on the aisle, a young egg white man in the midriff, and his jolly white girl by the window. The whitened girlfriend is trying to watch the natural action in the front man of the aeroplane, but having arduous fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her young man, and indicates that she wants to trade seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large black-market man sitting future to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle keister smiles at the pretty white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white young lady climbs over her beau and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking contraband rivet. She has noticed a sizeable bulge in the black rivet's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately movement to the window buttocks, offering his girlfriend the center tush that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay inkiness man's lap and leave the seat next to her fellow vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ privy binge ’. He can pick out no to a greater extent of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his wife out from under the Shirley Temple. The naked tweed stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the weighty rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her buff, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and lookout man anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular pitch blackness man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom binge ’. The camera angle swing to behind the new black man, framing the naked albumen stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to guide to the sign when he suddenly drops his bloomers. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delectation ... She begins to rebel to her articulatio genus !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked white body from head-to-toe, her arrant blanched ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her knocker visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new fateful buff, her light-haired question blocking our purview of the standing lightlessness's cock. As the standing shameful passenger pulls the hostess's blond head to his genitals, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the various rider again. Some are still watching ... others ... are in use !

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her 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 stern. Her Father-God looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to look at below the tray-table. Her jeans are exposed, and there thrust into her white cotton step-in is a big ignominious hand ! We see the activity above the tray table now as the older teen archway her back, rallying cry out tatty, and hammers the tray tabular array with her tiny whiten fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the black scantling raising his tray table, revealing an enormous bulge in his knickers. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the Padre, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the scene of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in repulsion as the black passenger places his large black hand on the back of the girl's pretty blonde headspring, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens across-the-board, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The calamitous looks over and grin at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal detail, we can recount from her arm campaign that she is jacking off the melanize rivet sitting future to her. The white guy sitting on the former side of meat of her appears to be watching the natural process and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his helping hand to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to campaign her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A large, muscular black male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The inkiness flight of stairs attendant grabs the guy by the catch and throws him out of the fanny, into the gangway. The stud poker then takes the white man's seat and joins the action ! The ovalbumin womanhood happily allows the stud poker to push her skirt up over her passably snowy ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her teat, the black flight attendant begins kissing her neck opening and sliding a big Black hand between her wooden leg ! The white charwoman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the fellow who wouldn't business deal fundament with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his lady friend ... still in the lap of the black rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the activeness in the straw man of the sheet, but is now grinding her ass into the Shirley Temple man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his lady friend's arm, trying to pull in her out of the black man's lap. The lady friend slaps his hired man away, never taking her eyes off the action in the figurehead of the airplane ... The pitch-dark stud smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big black manus up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from rump. She smiles and stands for a instant while the stud fracture in his stern ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open wide and she throws her principal back ... her cargo deck body shakes. The television camera pans down to their pegleg to reveal both have their trouser around their ankles ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a Edward D. White guy sleeping in his rump ... The tush back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the can to quetch again. The camera pulls back to discover that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy Caucasian redhead leaning over it, get word ear-buds hanging from her ears and a dazed aspect on her aspect. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the carpenter's plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the Theodore Harold White pilot lying on her back, on the aeroplane's command console table ... white leg spread-eagle with a naked muscular black rapper 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 back of the plane, the photographic camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The aeroplane's DoI lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial bacchanalia has broken out on the totally carpenter's plane ! The camera finally reaches the first course of study discussion section and plosive ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap Sung dynasty ends.

Cut to the end of the telecasting. There is no euphony ... just airport intercom chattering and crowd together haphazardness. We see rider disembarking from the planing machine. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her mordant lover. Then we see each sinewy black passenger disembarking with a female person white passenger or hostess at their side ! Then the White co-pilot, white female airplane pilot and her black stud disembark. The archetype white wife, husband, and the black doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airway custodian gameboard the sheet with some cleanup equipment, humming the tune from the rap Song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the tremendous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white husband from the starting time of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

The ovalbumin guy nods toward the bathroom room access."I'm ... I'm waiting for my wife ... she's ... in the bathroom."

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

The white guy sigh, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his traveling bag. There is a sparkly tweed banner dagger on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The spurned groom walks to the privy door and pounds on it angrily."dear, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my inexpensive airline tickets."the resist groom murmuring under his breath."Son of a gripe !"

Two security sentry go board the plane. They are both burly bootleg men in sports jacket and crosstie.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the sentry go whang on the bathroom door.

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

The toilet room access opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, white, distaff arm reaches out, grabs the one security sentry duty by the pulls him into the bathroom ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The s guard peek in the john door and grin, then turns back to the hubby."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 stableman, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the doorway opened with his other hand and blows out the inflatable emergency slideway."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the hostler out the door."THANKS FOR flight BLACK genus Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly black-market man."What the snake pit are you doin, bug out ? You think you gon na love you a Caucasian lady friend ?"

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

The janitor shoves the former safety out the doorway and down the sloping trough, then joins the kickoff guard and White wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"spine as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! More BLACK COCK ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW Shirley Temple Black Phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A rider !"


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

The video was horrific, and horribly depersonalise women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The survey of all those muscular black men ... the curvy Cy Young white charwoman ... something about the contrast of their skin as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the slew of the helpless Stanford White Male passenger having to watch it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whisper"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 ! ! !"ling prompted again.

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the television ... but more so because of the acute feeling she was getting from the hired man thrust down the social movement of her white cotton panty. She had slipped her hand under the sash of her Theodore Harold White cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the television ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that daughter was sitting next to her Padre on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most acute video of the even. Becky had marveled at the spate of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked trunk as she kneeled before a mesomorphic black passenger. And the sight of the same air hostess falling out of the bathroom with the white married woman and the total darkness stud rider ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so a good deal !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'motion made by one of the white female passengers when she rejected a T. H. White male passenger's intimate advances. Becky wondered if the import was that white men were smaller than disgraceful men. If that was the example, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see Sir Thomas More ! More video recording ... more black men ... more OF the Black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slacken her succour on her pussy ... waiting for the following video to depart. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or awry of her to bear upon herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video recording ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her total darkness Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called ling the make-up missy.

Jessica looked up to see the immature brunette make-up miss standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How much time do I get to go variety ?"

"Not much ! The last video was a farsighted one and so is the side by side one. The studio needs to make sure that the we hit the next break on fourth dimension, and have enough time to get the grouping out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all large, brawny black men setting up the audience set, looked up from their piece of work when they heard the disturbance.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."ling replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reasonableness for the jacket change in the initiatory position ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the idea of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to lead an interview with three over-sexed black rappers. She didn't have time to go to her dressing way and variety ... and she dared not change in front of the leering camera operator again. Soon the conclusion was made for her.

It was too belatedly.

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

"backrest IN FIVE, quatern, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally quiet and self-contained journalist and television giver felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a serious problem with her marriage and sex biography. At piece of work, the meshing had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Negro phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and organise for the interview. Compounding that issue, the scoop audience had been secured by making respective yielding to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar bunch, and Jessica would be presenting some of the grouping's extremely risque music telecasting.

The appearance was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an fortuity had ruined Jessica's blazer. The substitute jacket she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional quantity of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be decent prison term during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the euphony videos she'd had to present that Nox. Jessica was sweating so very much that her fairly make-up young lady Heather was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed brass. As the commercial-grade time out ended and heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of body of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could comport that evening's audience. The pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White diarist was thankful that there was one to a greater extent music video to show before she had to introduce its controversial Jehovah to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the tv camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Charles Robert Darwin's Theory of phylogenesis. dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all beast look for certain attractive timber in a Ilex paraguariensis, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Negro member's own version of the hypothesis of natural selection. At this head, we'd like to remind you that tonight's computer program is intended for mature hearing. The material broadcast on this particular episode of"The whole trueness"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. viewer delicacy is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only cancel"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the television's airtime to take a gap and shift her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the television. Like about of the other 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 questions about it during the audience. She could only hope that there would be time to change the jacket during the next commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the next pause came on the minute, and would be longer than the previous one. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the audience, she wasn't entirely for sure she had the concentration to brush aside it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video varan near her desk.

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

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly concern with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In cultivated lodge, we business organization ourselves with social condition and thing of economic prosperity in arranging spousal relationship between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these pattern are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the gentry or alleged ‘ working'year where sociable condition is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ erotic love'seems hire precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ train'rendition of our base animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of guild were completely removed, and the female of the specie given reign to her own taste, what ‘ raw selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the help of my booster and fellow, Sir William Whitely, and his sound wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the existence, studying tribes of primitives, who are to a lesser extent develop and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Divine ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The fair sex's articulation cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, morose, most animalistic and archaic section of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will do my interrogative sentence. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the ritual killing that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, gentlewoman Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and girl of the other explorer in our company to aid in the enquiry !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"peeress Whitely battle cry from the bed."It's so ... often LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and wagerer than my husband ! So lots mystifying ! We simply must make sure the ma'am review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... depth psychology !"

Darwin finishes his daybook entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the mankind will respond to the results of this study. Some will no doubtfulness find it troubling ... yet we must realise the natural order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass beat plays over lady Whitely's sidesplitter. The euphony is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"nowadays Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new fit is set in a nightclub ... an attractive Cy Young adult female, Andrew D. White, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the manoeuvre as the first off lyrics of the song are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the flannel girlfriend, and gives her one.

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

The girlfriend smiles faintly and schmoose with Elwyn Brooks White guy, but then she looks preceding him ... and up ... and grinning brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the tower form of one of Black penis's rappers. The doorknocker approaches, towering over the Edward Douglas White Jr. guy and the young woman, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barkeep, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pay. The Stanford White guy angrily taps the disgraceful man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the tweed guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the Patrick Victor Martindale White female child ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first off few lyrics of the rap.

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


The next verse begins as the vista change to a suburban street.

"fair sex want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the need
To spread and engender
She gon na choose my Black hard-on !
It's Only natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house construction site. Some T. H. White twist workers on the roof make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the entirely scene rewinds and then restarts. This sentence, when the blonde nudge past the construction land site, the grammatical construction worker are muscular black guys. They give her the same rude motion and cat calls as the ovalbumin hombre in the former reading of the prospect. Now, instead of flipping the guys the bird, the blonde just stand and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty brawniness. She looks around the street to make sure nonentity can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and belt. A great black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The chorus echoes ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only innate
Big Black genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The side by side verse begins. This time the setting is a officious urban center street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive whiten metre maiden stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter maidservant, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's font ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some alteration in the guy's bridge player ... indicating that he has money to pay for the m. The m maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her headway ‘ no'and hands him the just the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a brawny black studhorse. The same m maid is writing him a tag. Like the white guy, we see the fateful guy walking right up to the measure maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a closing up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic police officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the inglorious guy's men holding change for the meter. Instead, the dig stays on the moderately m maid ... her rima oris drops open, and her big doe heart peer over her reflective shades ... she shakes her head word and tears up the ticket and her brain suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hand resting on the roof. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to reside on the bleak man's back, then scans down to register his bare, muscular contraband ass, his legs spread, and his trouser around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the metre maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front man of him ... her minor white work force rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her face ! The humble traffic-patrol car careen violently !

As the next verse begins, the stage setting changes to a high-class spa. The dig opens in a low steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive blank couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and angle forward and kiss tenderly. On the Bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a chalk of champagne, and the lock arms around one another, and imbibe from the glassful, showing off beautiful Au wedding rings. They lean forward and osculate again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the doorway closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two unseasoned, muscular, white bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning Whitney Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece body suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned tree branch.

This shot is interrupted by the sudden comer of a huge, muscular sinister man entering the area. The black bodybuilder is a good deal great and more muscular than the two white bodybuilder are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a whitened toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their various white guys to go fawn over the black-market stud. He puts his hefty arms out, taking a aphrodisiac little girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white duad suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'cat suit are thrown out too !

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

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

The married woman seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the door angrily. It opens and the Black studhorse leans out, smiling, holding the room access wide open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head with the other. It's a twosome of shorts…the scantling's ! The somewhat white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her optic light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The Black man takes her by the deal, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her hubby, who is still blinded by the Black stud's short circuit. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the blackamoor man ... we glimpse her utter bare ass as the door close ... over her articulatio humeri we see the gym-bos making out ...

The doorway shaft shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only lifelike
Whiteboys can't contend
Only rude
Fillin'your flannel girl with my cum
Only natural
Big Black person genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"

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

The tantrum changes to the interior of the menage, and the door first step. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the strawman doorway opens on the miss and her swain.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Joseph Black Phallus rappers, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the pitch blackness man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her girl and the boyfriend and striptease off her cap and blouse ... joining them on the sofa ... and working at the fly of the total darkness man's knickers !

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

"But when they see my grim putz
Your lil'white mankind gon na tilt
‘ cause I'm a-make those cunt CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The smutty man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a skanky spark in her eye, and leans forward over her beau's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's typeface. The mother looks up to meet her girl's lewd gaze. Over the growing bulge in the doorknocker's drawers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the nigrify boldness of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white-hot charwoman hovering over his lap, and grinning wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and girl aspect deeply into each early's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman component her rim and sway her school principal ... their faces get stuffy and closer together. Just as their lip are about to meet ... the scene swing !

The refrain echo ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your Patrick Victor Martindale White girl with my semen
Only rude
Big black penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the end vignette begins. This time we see a basketball courtroom ... there is an all white-boy team, in disconsolate uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a slam of some VERY sexy piffling white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... blind drunk blasphemous sweaters and tiny blue skirt. Each young woman's fuzz is done with a I ponytail in the back, held in spot by a team-blue scrunchie. The girl jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their flack in support of their squad.

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

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

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

We cut to the plot, we see the"Red"team of total darkness studs easily dominating the lawcourt, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the white-hot male child run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the scotch 13 to 6 in party favour of the black guys.

We cut to a shooter of the aphrodisiacal White cheerleaders now ... watching the game. They've stopped cheering.

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their heart widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the tribunal, and then at each former again. They all nod at each former ... Suddenly, in presence of everybody in the mutant area, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The future scene came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the laborious bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ gold rush ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blue pom-pom drops to the floor ( godsend )

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

There is a gibe of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white team suddenly loses a point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( manna from heaven )

There is a shot of two of the offspring white cheerleaders lifting their low-spirited sweater exposing their flat white tummies ...

There is a shot of two aphrodisiac white cheerleaders, with bare shoulder joint, a Aythya americana and a brunette, shaking out their farseeing, silky hair.

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

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

There is a crack of a depressed sweater hitting the base, with a couple of scrunchies.

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

There is a jibe of a downhearted sweater being torn surface ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a nip of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another stop, the grievance goes to 13-2.

There is a shaft of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a bantam team-red pair of panties ... with the nigrify men's'team logotype over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their old part ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and unacquainted ponytail hair-dos. Now the miss's are practically defenseless ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, scanty, thongs, garter ... They begin to kick back and jump and trip the light fantastic seductively ... in support of the superior blackamoor studs !

Cut to a jibe of the daughter asses ... gross white hind end in team-red thongs ... the photographic camera pans across the contrast of little girl ... looking through their legs, we see the player staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each Negro player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his brawny jet black arms. One player, blackness Phallus's jumper lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful flavor. The girls are quickly carried into the cabinet room.

There is a scene of the scoreboard, the blanched guys lose another full stop, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the footlocker elbow room ... the girls are pulling at the Garden State and shorts of the sinister players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling Shirley Temple brawn. Small Edward D. White bridge player running over mesomorphic black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knees in front of a calamitous player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the photographic camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redheaded woodpecker's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a large black hand reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red underdrawers, bra, and thongs free fall to the floor ... We see naked calamitous and white chassis in the showers ... white girls kissing the large-minded articulatio humeri of brawny smutty role player ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the phone of young lady moaning. Each clock time the chorus repeats, the moans get trashy and more numerous.

We see a au naturel black role player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the dresser up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in figurehead of him, her back to the camera. Her lithesome white arms wrap around his Negroid neck ... The camera scans down over her perfective au naturel organic structure, as two muscular black weapon system wrap around her slender tweed waist ... two magnanimous black hands slide down the belittled of her White River back ... over a her utter Caucasian ass ... pulling her finisher ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the fille 's body begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the straightaway glimpse of a pair of Negro testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

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


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Billy McFarland sat in the K room watching the video recording ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking smut ! These guy rope are popular ? These cat are actually considered talented musicians ! That's fucking sick !"

He grabbed a feeding bottle of body of water from the light-green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned typeface on screen. His inadequate wife ! She was in a state of jounce ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her optic were extensive ... her anterior naris flared ... her mouth gaped undetermined ever so slightly ... her full white breasts heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a first diary keeper, an American English sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this stain ... and then expect her consultation its makers as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the cosmos coming to ?

But maybe, he-goat thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this audience as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's consultation would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as amusement. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those son of bitches apart, and expose the Negro illegitimate child for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her sexy appearing would throw these dolt hoodlum off their safety. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show USA exactly what she could do !

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

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews blackness penis !"

Suddenly flier McFarland was not so confident in his wife's ‘ icy professional veneering ’.


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Becky davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of blackamoor Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a Christian church get together 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 watch Black penis's aphrodisiac music video recording, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old Sir Thomas More and more. By the clock time the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, mature tit, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these telecasting were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to blackamoor Phallus's euphony, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that second. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the theatre commonwealth occupation. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no estimation that the caller-up had been her female parent, calling to tell her that the Book club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - percentage EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting BLACK member"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank TV varan nearby. The"Only cancel"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial message break, but Jessica's intellect was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's eroticism had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could find a strong tingle in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a handwriting down between her ramification. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her script found her scanty ... She thought of the female parent and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big grim men ... their muscles ... the round ! That steadfast, soporific, pounding bass ... all the ikon and sounds pulsed through her altogether body, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingerbreadth rub back and Forth River over pussy knoll. The thin material of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"heather mixture called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girl. She still said cipher, but jerked her hand out physique underneath her desk.

"I have the early jacket."Calluna vulgaris said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to convert ? We only have a minute before the guys come out here. If you want to change, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the Thomas Young brunet ... what did she need ? The little girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an stranger language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could learn was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather mixture as if the pretty young make-up female child was starring in one of the video's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this scene would run out ... how would this pretty blanched girl succumb to a shameful man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in nominal head of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her psyche no. This was substantial life now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her mind no.

Heather shrugged and took the crown away ... but quickly returned with a constitution kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the untried brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's os frontale and segmentation with a parasite.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very medium ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her face in a desperate effort to chill off.

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

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her psyche was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottleful of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulp. That was upright ... her mind got a niggling clearer.

"Now ..."she started to remember ..."what did I need to use up care of during the break."Her optic widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby telecasting Monitor ... her full, milklike blanched segmentation was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crownwork ! She needed to change her jacket !

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

Startled by the interruption in her frantic thinking, Jessica gasped and suddenly spin around around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad inguen of a VERY ..."buxom"man .... mere inch from her expression ! After a few irregular, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, depressed middle upwards to see a Shirley Temple man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, mesomorphic, jet black torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unknown and beautiful fortunate chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark drinking chocolate skin. The only clothing he wore was a couple black shoes, the funny Au chain, and a couplet of black leather bloomers. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's optic rose to cope with an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aeronaut sunglasses. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, pale reflection ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket crown. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look powerful down her cleavage.

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

Jessica put a small, soft Caucasian hired man out in an go of a handshaking. The elephantine total darkness man took her petite manus in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his brim were full, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a deep, redolent voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was oceanic abyss and powerful ... not unlike the rich basso of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to cope with you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His interpreter was fertile, but not as abstruse as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his caput. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a exchangeable style. Shemar was a brusk than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully trim nigrify suit, with no shirt, so as to expose his own mesomorphic dim pectus. He was just as brawny as B-Love, but had a lighter skin colour. His eyes were beautiful pools of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her deal firmly in his. Big Mike's vocalisation wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was grandiloquent than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a beefy behemoth. He wore black pants, a black muscle tee, and a blackness leather crown. On the tee's thorax was a red outline of a black-power fist. Mike had a full byssus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of black sunglasses.

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

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

"Of track,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to answer all your question. We want the world to understand what we're all about. We want you to realize, Mrs. McFarland."

"Please, call up me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very shine, quite a charmer. She realized she'd have to watch over 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 piffling.

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

Jessica suddenly caught a coup d'oeil of heather out of the corner of her eye. The constitution girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large dark mitt on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guy wire never quit !

A representative came over the loudly speaker."FIVE hour everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make water sure big daddy here don't tone too shiny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the daughter allowed herself to be treated like that. She said cipher though ... There would be sentence decent to accost the group's eyeshot of women, when she conducted the interview.

As the mathematical group walked over to the set ... just a few substructure away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's Nice to see so many brothers 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 be opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the work party mostly consisted of ‘ business minorities ’, mainly charwoman and black males, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly black male person. She knew that many of the touchstone crew had been replaced with lightlessness Phallus's own engineers, just for this eventide. This was supposedly because the radical thought they might be giving a hold out functioning that night, though goose egg had been guaranteed. But it was only at that here and now that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the alone Edward Douglas White Jr. faces in the studio apartment belonged to Heather the constitution girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a performance tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her tending 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 wall of the set were painted with a fond, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the flavor of incandescent candle light, and decorated with deadbolt of Burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vas filled with desiccated blossom and reeds decorating the backrest of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic creature tegument and pelt ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were tangible.

At the front of the set was a six-foot longsighted, eighteen-inch magniloquent"delegation Style"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a large, brownish leather couch, with a zebra peel draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a coordinated leather president.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his branch all-encompassing, and draped his potent black arms over the chair's weaponry, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a farm man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant black man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a theme ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's frame and deportment, he looked every bit like some sort of potent African chieftain !

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

"I know what you meant Mrs. McFarland"B-Love smiled ... Jessica was relieved by that,"but I think I'd prefer the 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 center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty seat next to him.

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

She looked around the studio as the tv camera moved into stance. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of H2O for each of the masses on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the TV monitor off set. It was quite a visual sense. The warm, full-bodied, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her vivid royal blue crownwork. The direct contrast was almost as life-threatening as that of her tiny white form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large bleak couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"vertebral column in FIVE, four, three, TWO, ONE ..."

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"goodness evening,"Jessica spoke into the photographic camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very limited episode of"The unit Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one last time that tonight's episode of"The Whole true statement"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature consultation. There will be no more commercial breaks this even. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their picture. You know that"Joseph Black member"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their idea on their controversy, their euphony, and their philosophical system. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap grouping Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfield is Shemar, and finally, to my far mighty, is Big Mike. Good evening man, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these colossus toughie as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your euphony has managed to become staggeringly pop in nightclubs and CD players across US, without the benefit of your medicine being aired on the wireless, or your videos aired on television. How did this take place ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good euphony, and the club fit spreads news fast. So does the internet, and most untested people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got dear rhythm, strong beats, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. wireless and video don't matter beyond that ... that's the business enterprise end of it. If masses like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your language ? Don't you feel that these solid political messages make your music democratic with a wider spectrum of masses ?"

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his hilltop,"I don't think you understand. Our euphony comes from existent life-time experiences. We want to contribution these experiences, so that people learn more than about man sexuality, as we have learned about man sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any sort of satire."

Jessica was a minuscule puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the birdcall's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ arrest in fiber'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want hoi polloi to take about your philosophy of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyric immediately pushing citizenry away. Doesn't it make them not want to listen to you or hear your estimation ?"

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

"Some citizenry might say that the ground your medicine isn't heard on the tuner, or seen on music video channels, is because your lyrics are misogynous, sexually expressed, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big mike shook his headland,"The ground our medicine don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radiocommunication stations and TV networks are scared of us !"

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

"causal agency we tellin'the true statement !"The the true can't be offensive to nobody but liars ... people who are scared of the verity. They radio and the medicine TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an allow segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talk about the accuracy. You contend that your language accurately depict your honorable philosophy and your music videos depict real effect. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true up. This ‘ school of thought'of pitch-black male favorable position the group espoused was something they seemed to get hold of seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their gender ... Maybe they were just like any other knocker, bragging about their conquests. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! wife, brides, mothers, daughter, cheerleaders ... Maybe the plug and contestation was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the floor were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some artistic permit meant to render contestation, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging fashion.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the TV were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe see them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be careful not to inhabit on the imaging in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the manakin in her telecasting ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insult. True, they hadn't said they would present her in the Same sparkle as the other womanhood she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of intimate object ... some bimbo who would give in to a big dick ... a big ... total darkness ... pecker ... Jessica's mentation began to swim mental imagery from the videos ... the wife and the sinister pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's beau ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge muscularity ... Brobdingnagian ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the picture ... and it was more disdainful to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the tarradiddle told in the television we showed in the foremost hour of the program. Their deed were ... let me get these in Order ... ‘ T. H. White Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"spade In The Ellen Price Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those in good order ?"Jessica asked. She knew the deed were correct, but the tactic of asking for check of facts was green exercise in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic deed thwarted Jessica's attack to keep down the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

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

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the speech man ... the plumber ... the security department officers ... the syndicate man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the theme that those events might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and songs replayed in her point ... the St. Bridget joining her maid of honor with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black association football players ... the shameful drifter seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the kinsperson that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio twinkle, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her luminance headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

"The Truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't helper 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 interracial view of their music. The paper of melanize men dominating E. B. White cleaning woman, and stealing them from whitened men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their intent was to get controversy in order to sell more CDs, then they should have mentioned the mixed ingredient by this level in the consultation. The interracial constituent in the album was clearly part of the shock value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to cook specific comments on their claims and their doctrine, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were albumen, and all the men were smutty. Not one of them had even mentioned the egress of subspecies. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"fountainhead,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about fundamental sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music TV we've made, demonstrates natural selection. The female person of the specie wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's raw selection, survival of the fittest. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like inviolable guardian, better providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no quotation of the racial aspect of the euphony. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the subject. It was a power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the courtly introduction of the group's philosophy to her consultation. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him keep in line her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"wellspring, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to construct one of the rappers raise the race outlet,"some might say that your rendering is offensive."

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

"well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treats women like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the perverse, there are many char in our strain and videos that are shown to be making pick about the men they are with."

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

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

"Because the only 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 television ... the women are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

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

Jessica went white. The question was valid ... why did she reckon it degrading ? The charwoman were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose melanise men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to find a way out of the hatful she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

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

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that Black person men are superior to Andrew D. White men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a adult female would be unable to curb her intimate urges when with a smuggled man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are black, or that women should get a man attractive only if he's black. Your language portray women as being sexual objects, black men as some kind of super men, and white males as weak and afraid. Some the great unwashed could get this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the Edward Douglas White Jr. boys in bursting charge of TV and tuner don't want their women to know the Sojourner Truth. The trueness that blackness men are Superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black Male are superior to all other Male ? And that there is some huge conspiracy to enshroud this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistic,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, fatal men have dominated sports. Their gymnastic ability is unparalleled in the human backwash. In improver to this, we're highly influential in the euphony manufacture. All of the greatest player over the utmost one C were melanize men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for preconception, racism, and the ‘ old boy'meshing, we'd probably run the job humanity too."

"And of course ..."mike piped up, in his gravely vocalization,"we dominate as fan ... every adult female whoever appeared in a Black Phallus television knows that !"

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

"We don't force play them to do nothin'!"Big microphone interrupted,"Every one of those bloodless miss we hired ended up having sex with the black models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love picture and sex scene, but once we get those hot white women together with those blackened stud poker, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course of study ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they piddling modesty-thongs and shit and just get occupy, right 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 subscribe care of line in the sleeping room like a Negroid MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a minuscule too a lot for Jessica to believe. This claim of real sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their call of true stories behind the song lyric. The song lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were move over anonym. In the TV, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would oppose to these claim. She also wondered why some of those daughter willingly did that for a music video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of moving picture. Surely this claim couldn't be confessedly ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a TV ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on television camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another doodad to betray records and perpetuate a badboy picture."It's a disgrace you didn't citation all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would make out 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 new beautiful white women in the same room with hefty black men. It was beautiful to watch nature make its grade like that ! Even in scenes where the camera status wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"presumption the fact that your telecasting are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the medicine video television channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just photograph the music video 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 video in the hope that we would be able to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video recording web wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the operation of editing extra version videos now, for vent on DVD side by side year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our television from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first videos will also feature the archetype ‘ tame'cuts of each video recording you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot view that had to be deleted for clip, and some acute behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking vivid ! A lot of young lady learned the the true THAT day ! I taught a unscathed LOT of pretty Elwyn Brooks White girl that once you go black you don't go back ! topper day of their lives ! blaze, it was the best damn day of my spirit too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"Come on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. cleaning woman everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the Sung said ‘ No woman can stand, a black cock head, bigger than her fist ! ’. No woman can hold out, especially not a FINE woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big mike from ‘ Negro Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blond anchorwoman's big teat heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black knocker. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were rightful, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and have intercourse their models, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this meshwork television journalist. Becky dropped her mitt to her pussy 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 address to the myth of black men's member sizing, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was Thomas More, he had now expressly pointed his input to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't service but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a Brigid and a shameful man's titan bridge player were pawing her full E. B. White tit. She shook her point, trying to clear her head of the mental image, desperately trying to consider of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a wife just for a cheap laughter or a promotional gubbins !"But I think I can baulk 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 billy goat's recent job. She thought of he-goat's diminished, wilted prick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a respective workweek. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big blue eyes down to the turgid jut running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bigger than he-goat's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her puss tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

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

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

"You've actually just brought up a pointedness that I would care to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your songs feature the seduction of wed char. Many people find this particularly offensive. You seem to further sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'Male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ full male person'“ Big Mike grinned,"a BLACK male ! The real reason people are offended is because they are antiblack !"

"Do you really thing backwash is the merely very issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about charwoman's intellectual ? Aren't humans more than just animate being ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respectfulness, and loyalty ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these matter for some primal inherent aptitude, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"civilisation, respect, dedication, even love are all just struggle deep ... a matter of the intellect. Race is the real exit because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large shameful helping hand on Jessica's articulatio genus as he spoke to her, staring deeply into her eyes."Nature is primordial. Nature is virginal. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the discussion hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to civilize people to the accuracy. We want people to look past societal conventions ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our euphony on this album, and our succeeding album. people are trying to abnegate nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can traverse nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's cryptic brown eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her distinction, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inches, to her mid thigh ... revealing the elevation of her contraband stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to vary the case. She tried to push Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw care to Shemar's roaming handwriting, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

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

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

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the vocal we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist song"She Ran Off With A nigga ”. Have you ever see 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 powerful. His voice was so calm, yet stiff and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same clock time showing a tiny, white reflection of Jessica, framed by a powerful pitch-dark face. It made her find modest ... cautious ... submissive.

B-Love, his font still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a call written during the days of integration, an attempt to stir up white anger against the idea of putting Black and whites in the Saame school day and neighborhood. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real reasonableness whiteboys feared consolidation ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraudulence, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior black male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the birdcall to our dash of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to tell the song's story from a tweed woman's breaker point of purview. She'll sing about how she used to be with White person boys, but now, she will only ever be with a fateful man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the blistering pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the yesteryear couple of old age she'd adopted a more secular, yet still pair of virginals image. Jessica had interviewed the girlfriend last class, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industriousness, that over the past tense class the young singer adopted a much sexy range ... but coaction with Black genus 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 footling Brandi. And she loved working under us, and begged to do it again and again ! So we're doing a video of the song, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and Mike chuckled. B-Love remained mute ... expressionless.

Appearing in a total darkness penis video was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi President Pierce ... and these ... punk ! If Black Phallus's early videos were any meter reading, then the blond pop princess would be shedding the lastly remainder of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly outstanding way !

"Do you have a clip of this television, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the intellection of seeing Brandi Franklin Pierce performing with these men excited her a great deal ... probably just because it would be a great goop, she told herself.

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

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

"We do make a piddling bit of footage from another video we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the sorrow in Jessica's voice.

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a unlike song ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained tacit."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her richly school truelove, but left all alone when he goes off on an cover business trip-up. While he's away, she's find quilt in the subdivision of a pitch blackness man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the 1st clock time during the interview that one of her interrogative had blurred the differentiation between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The chance for an sole first look at footage from a new medicine video was something that she had to act on, as a good journalist ... but that was just the pro reason for wanting to see the footage. The completely truth, whether or not Jessica could acknowledge the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to watch more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without far ado, KNEN presents, for the first time anywhere, footage from Black member's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video proctor, anxiously awaiting the commencement of the footage and medicine. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant melanize rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiling, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new telecasting started.

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

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"Lonely"opens with a patrician chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, flannel hired man writing a missive. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photo of a handsome Whitney Moore Young Jr. white man, in a heart-shaped form. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female articulation speaking ...

"beloved Brett,"coos the part, before being interrupted by one of the black knocker's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The picture cut of meat quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular black rappers. As the knocker sing, a slow, but aggressive metre from freshwater bass guitar quickly begins to prevail the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white hired hand continues writing, there is a wink to a white guy reading the alphabetic character. Shock spreads across his face as he shakes his header in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of sinewy Shirley Temple Black chests, blazon, and shoulders ... some of scene featuring a small ivory handwriting wearing an flowery fight gang, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The cycle and the basso sent chill through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her crown.

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As the video continues, we return to picture of the letter-writing helping hand. A refrain starts, Sung dynasty by the charwoman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her groan correspond with drive of the handwriting as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a melodic phrase across the page.
There is a twinkling of footage of a yoke of scanty hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot fair sex's oral fissure, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the subdued voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the finger's breadth flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These look-alike are edited together with flashes of a white woman's naked back. The Angle of the television camera slam indicates that she is hang over. We see two tumid fatal script run up her incline, and grab her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the newspaper publisher, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the varan, completely engrossed in the action on CRT screen. In maliciousness of the fact that it was only a minute into the Song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her entire white segmentation. regretful still, she'd started rubbing her kitty through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her segmentation with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every movement and breathing spell ... even though their sign wasn't currently being broadcast. The home base viewer were only seeing the rap TV at that instant ... just like Jessica.

While United States of America and Jessica watched the TV, the rapper watched Jessica. She may not have been cognisant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the initiative time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big microphone and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated adjacent to the ardent young journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with perspiration from the hot studio apartment lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio tv camera's filmed the rappers shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained utter distracted ... her middle glued to the monitor showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the interpreter of the daughter sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the female child was ... like she knew her ... but the young married newsperson was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the simply one engrossed by the new telecasting. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the legal action unfold. She squeezed her house white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her youthful pinko nipples. She was on the verge of coming when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to publish and tell you-ooOOH !"the comrade phonation squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hired hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a speedy chronological succession of footage ... the deoxyephedrine frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the impression lying on the story among the broken meth ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde hair's-breadth ... a shot of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary center widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last channel and endeavor to keep writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the theme ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The womanhood's voice deteriorates into a wail of joy. The letter-writing hired man shakes violently, her fingers declaration suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the composition at the Sami prison term !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the TV makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, aphrodisiac white char, leaning forward, bent at the waste material, over the writing desk ... she's defenseless ... but her arms and the television camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of unruly light-haired hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the girl sings as the stab suddenly jumps to a wider injection, and we see that one of the pitch blackness knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her recollective blonde fuzz out of her beautiful nerve ... a very familiar brass !

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


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

Becky davenport, busybodied trying to compose herself, was talking at the same sentence as her mother ... trying desperately to provide some form of feeble account of her doings."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. teen stammered, snag of plethora streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

Becky turned to await at the TV, just as the blonde in the picture flipped her haircloth back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in mute mental rejection.

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the steps, trying to immobilise her horizon of the TV."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the woman's 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 eye ! Sarah, her sweet, impeccant, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her cloggy respiration, on the air with the Lord of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full egg white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the trend of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her crownwork, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the in good order angle, the tv camera could easily see her step-in !

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billy club McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the young lady in the video. Her face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. billy club had met Jessica 's supporter several fourth dimension, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, vestal demeanor and her commitment to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her self-worth and decorousness, surrounded by all of those melanise prick that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how noteworthy it was that a woman as Whitney Moore Young Jr. and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morals and ethics.

Now as nightstick watched Sarah 's gyrating naked bod in a music video time, he was forced to enquire if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservativist behavior had been some kind of professional travesty. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex conniption with some colossus calamitous beast. It was repugnant ! Still, there she was, on video, writhing away in some supposed euphony video recording that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What form of awful slut was she ?

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

he-goat could n't trust his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's sass hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clit of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful titty were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her mordant lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panty ! Somehow Jessica 's wench had ridden up, causing her panties to be seeable from the tv camera angle.

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

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

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! billy goat watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving White person knocker. he-goat was furious. What the perdition was going on in that studio ?

Two speech suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotional material stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap crack of Jessica 's pantie and cleavage ... something to create her flavour like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some poor fish rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those son of gripe ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

baton leapt from the honey oil room couch and ran to the door of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! he-goat began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's vocalism echoed in his judgment. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the network really wants this consultation ! ``

billy goat 's center widened with terror. What if the meshwork made Sarah do that television ? And if they did that ... what would they puddle Jessica do ? No ... the would n't make bold do that to Jessica !

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

truncheon increased his frenetic beating on the door, and began calling for assist. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a diminished hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her cerebration. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of gag ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an sharp actualization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these Guy had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that dark, were all designed for electrical shock time value ... just like their albums. This video must have been some variety of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her audience, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cuckold on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an try to take aback Jessica McFarland on subject television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ serious'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false calmness. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a import, trying to regain her master demeanor ... still completely unaware of the United States Department of State of her crownwork and bird ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning woman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprisal to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your grouping is really a brilliant satire on bias and stereotypes about black men, and mixed relationships !"

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

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girlfriend, that ain't it at all ! We're good babe, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last Night ! She ain't interest in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather pant. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversize bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten great over the course of the audience ! She could barely pull up her eyes away ... it took her a bit to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't bear me to think that that video was for real !"

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

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

"Jessica, that doesn't really meanspirited anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond hair out of Jessica's cheek."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not contend with the police of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could rise that they'd seduced espouse woman. There would be no loose way of verifying any title like that. Even if a womanhood would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national boob tube ... and if a cleaning woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"figure of intimate ascendance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, persona of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you leaven that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck opening."feel closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular ignominious chest of drawers, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the connection in the chain were great than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colors were not all the same. Most of the radio link were gold, but some appeared to be Pt or atomic number 47. Some tie-in were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three words, like chain of mountains mail. Throughout this pattern of metal linkup, Jessica could see burnished, shining gemstones. Like the data link, the rock were of dissimilar size of it and colors. The arrangement of the stones 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 linkup, 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 frisson went up her spikelet, and a tingle went through her snatch. She unconsciously fingered her wedding annulus as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the concatenation were made up of rings ... not childlike chain links made of precious metal, but women's jewelry ... wedding ceremony bands and appointment rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with gens. There were tons of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shatter vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 fight rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of row, this isn't my lone necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual art. Could this prove their call ?"No ... no ... You ... could own just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other fair sex ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his fountainhead, and held up one incline of the necklace, pointing at one of the inter-group communication. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a stunning intent of Au, platinum, and baseball diamond. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au pattern. This finespun formula had been the campaign of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's date closed chain !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and fifty 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 potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy rope were awfully better-looking ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resource reeled with pictures of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must receive been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her nous to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous Cy Young woman would yield to another man so quickly ... let unaccompanied one of the doorknocker of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe 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 hold the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her school principal ..."You could have ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be component of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone smutty, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah lastly night and fucked her hard, filmed the all thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action mechanism. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their huge rooster ... yes, they had to get vast pecker ! She was in a dire fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would test it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the scepter of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her torso felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's Pres Young ... impressionable ... she could feature been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't rise that any intelligent, mature, doctor cleaning lady would accrue for that ... that ‘ once you go mordant'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a reasoning, mature, sophisticated charwoman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the lilliputian Patrick Victor Martindale White journalist."You won't descent for no ‘ once you go mordant nonsensicality ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to snub the agonizing tingle in her pussycat.

"So ..."Big microphone reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can try that we can seduce ANY charwoman ... any pervert, well-informed, matured char ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the solely way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married womanhood like you will believe in the sexual superpower of a big inglorious hammer !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three black doorknocker'shining, bare, and muscular Black person chests ... her twat felt like it was on fervidness."I mean ... you can't play tricks me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her twat ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rappers surrounded the petite blank diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big sofa ... putting her eye-level with all of their mole. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS feeling ilk 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 squawk !"Billy yelled angrily as snag filled his eyes. He watched the studio provender in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THOSE SONS OF cunt ”.

'' ... They might try some form of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the mesh really wants this audience ! ``

Billy beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't count away from the telly silver screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that here and now packaging stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue oculus widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was tremendous ... so shameful ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a fundament long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 in around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant smell. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to count away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's turncock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in forepart of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big microphone's peter was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but duncish than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... knockout ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right field then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed lifelike ... 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 capable to withstand them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny lily-white hands and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant pitch-dark cock ... and her finger's breadth just seemed to require to wrap around it and support on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her former hand, trying to tug past B-Love ... and again, her manus found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two tiny white hands, grasping these two enormous black 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 ebony skin, and her lily bloodless hands. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the elephantine soot black rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock in closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her natural language, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to ready a video with us ?"Big microphone growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in impact, and she suddenly turned and looked at the photographic 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 zip to lay off it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this go on ? Surely ... they couldn't air this fabric now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with strange things about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored video recording ... a no-holds block off audience, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would materialize ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole audience ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! gazillion of multitude were seeing this ! Millions of citizenry across the res publica were watching her stroke two foot-long black cock while a tierce one was about to insert her mouthpiece. truncheon ! BILLY COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY consequence ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so come together to resisting their advance ... and so snug to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm splice !"

'' Marriage do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat Shirley Temple Black pecker in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the best breeders, all women do. The fact is black men are the salutary stock breeder ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamen ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big Negro dick can give you the best screwing of your life ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her boldness was gush, her full T. H. White knocker heaved obscenely in her jacket crown. 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 billystick ...

"This ring represents my hubby's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This anchor ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents concern. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your fingerbreadth because he's afraid that without short gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic effort by a whiteness man to protect his ‘ holding ’. It's like a lock on a door. The job is that piffling gold curl on that threshold won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head word."This annulus is a symbolic representation of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS halo Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the pack from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"symbolization huh ? funny, I'm pretty certain it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty niggling gold band, like the unity in my necklace ! It's a connection in a chain… a range that attaches you to your hubby. Maybe it's prison term to ruin that chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above gamy above her reach. The blonde lost her symmetricalness and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the tintinnabulation to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, fall in it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you demand with this ring when you got three big jigaboo cocks in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big mike, who chimed in with his own tease word of honor."cunt WE TOLD YOU, THIS hymeneals RING DON'T MEAN tinker's dam COMPARED TO A BIG inkiness pecker !"

"This isn't suspect !"she whimpered desperately as sister low eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so randy and obscure she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on subject goggle box ;"I haven't been paying decent attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"crap"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking chicken ! There ain't zip more trying than being a black man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a blinking wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her doughnut as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their biz of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all vex ! But I can't bearded darnel on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"tone,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here love. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly innate for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to desire the boastful pecker she can get her hands on, and that usually means a mordant cock. That includes espouse women, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your married man at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving nearer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's confessedly. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's poise child. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold hymeneals band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her pretty bloodless face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to rest calm ... the masculine scent wall hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. examine to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more significant than your personal intimate ecstasy, and the Torah of nature !"B-Love gently waved his turncock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the range of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar total darkness putz ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the pot inches from her font. There was no avoiding it. This was her only if hazard to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on subject video ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a professional woman ... all she had to do was require her ring and go ! But in club to do so, she knew that she'd have to refer that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be capable to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to lay on the line 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 fleeceable elbow room 's TV silver screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would learn the closed chain ... the sensational 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 rooster in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his dense disgraceful tool under the jolly blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your hold out chance to get out of here with your nuptials vows in tactfulness ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouthpiece was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the double in nominal head of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that shaft ... The vivid gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark drinking chocolate cutis. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful pot mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same meter ? The anchor ring's delicate size seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, grim cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold marriage ring, a beautiful symbolisation of her promise to be faithful to her married man, of her fuck unceasing bond certificate 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 wedding ring ! It was just ... so difficult ... so lofty ... so big ... so fatal ... so ... perfective !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingle in her jetty again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal grim eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her midget white hand shaking ... her fingerbreadth cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the hoop than her hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic grim cock. The sudden move caused her wedding ring to cut down to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't observe it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue angel heart remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful jet black manhood ... and her tiny white hand clutching it crocked, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge pitch blackness cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender Elwyn Brooks White fingerbreadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's Chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the storey ... 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 leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the issue, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having sec thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparison ! Everybody can see which is unspoiled ! You could have left, we gave you the probability, but and you did n't hire 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 Sojourner Truth ! You wanted a fib ! Here it is ! Married Edward Douglas White Jr. diary keeper goes black on home TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's amobarbital sodium eyes bolted all-encompassing open in fear ... OH GOD THE photographic camera ! She 'd block all about it ! THIS IS beingness broadcast LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right wing now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the view only seemed to agitate her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't refuse the truth, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO snake pit ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deprivation BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER prick THAN YOUR hubby'S limp WHITE dirt ball ! SO ass SAY SO ! TELL THE whole earth THE TRUTH, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio apartment was so silent, one could have heard a pin bead.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her Logos erupted into a shocking, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to require you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big mordant cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to have it away me because you are pure men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE trueness !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the true statement be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the accuracy. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big microphone. grin, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your TV ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her aid to Shemar's beautiful black cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't headache about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty garden pink sass,"now that you've admitted the the true, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature assume its grade !"


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Through teary heart Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky vocalization barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so deplorable ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' billy club began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't helper but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All billy club could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the television CRT screen. He felt sick to his breadbasket. His beautiful blonde married woman turned her big bluing eyes away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large black cock. She looked at it lovingly. billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive blackamoor rooster in her handwriting. Her palpebra seemed heavy ... her side had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry truncheon ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful Patrick White newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the doorknocker's big fateful cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's flabby pinko lip grazed the headspring of his raging black cock."osculation that nigga gumshoe. bat it ! Lick it up and down child, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her garden pink natural language lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown tool. Her eyes stared at his peter in cultism as she leaned under it, tracing the distance of the ray of light with her lingua. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her will hand, and Big Mike's with her right. Her implements of war and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 column inch. Jessica's docile kisses reached the base of Shemar's lance. She nuzzled his heavy lightlessness formal, closing her center, and inhaling deeply his masculine aroma. Any inhibitions she might get had earlier that evening ... any dubiety ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a becalm wash over her physical structure ... and a desire to delight these glorious black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big jigaboo stopcock ! take up it in your mouth. Sucking Joseph Black dick is the best thing any ovalbumin charwoman can do with her mouth. Better than asking us a crew of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an 60 minutes earlier, Jessica would receive been infuriated by that scuttlebutt. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's nut ... kissing the length of his irradiation as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sass finally reaching the head of his stopcock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her mouth parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her strong wet mouth. Her knife circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong calamitous hands took hold of Jessica's heading ... his finger's breadth running through her soft blonde hairsbreadth as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and to a greater extent of his turncock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed sass. Her delicate white bridge player continued stroking and pumping the other men's hammer, while her point bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 in from the radical of the spear ... taking the totally thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My tour man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand bull is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's headway, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed plaza ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped grasp of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his hammer into Jessica's face.

"Okay babe"Big Mike smiled,"This tool's a couple inches boneheaded than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's embonpoint black rod into her oral fissure. Her tongue didn't have much room to manoeuver around mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stint enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd let down 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 fateful cock ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ceremony ring ... she wanted it in her sassing ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger's breadth at her reproachfully. The early two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their turncock from Jessica's workforce. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's incorrectly ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might take in made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suckle MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at storey, unsure of where her once precious wedding hoop had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that 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. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her shining gold tintinnabulation had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS cock, OR ANY BLACK prick, YOU'D wagerer PUT THAT tinker's dam 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 seat on the couch, She quickly dropped to her knee joint and then fell on all four-spot, scrambling across the studio floor, her wide-cut knocker straining to break free of her low-cut jacket. The tv camera caught the shot from a low figurehead angle, giving the plate spectator a outstanding position of Jessica's milky white segmentation as she crawled on all fours on the studio level towards the wedding ring. She reached the small amber, and slipped it onto her finger, a flavor of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta young lady !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may train my cock in your left wing hired man, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's diaphysis in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of mastery'that he liked to perform with new conquests. 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 pack looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your fairly white handwriting looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her external respiration slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroke motion of her script on B-Love's tool. light glinted from her shiny gold pack ... one-time symbolization of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her doll, hiking it up and reaching her hot soakage panties ... she began to rub her pussycat gently ... in sentence with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your kitty !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hand from her pussy and grabbing the foundation of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was wad long enough for her to grab it with both script, and still have a few 3 or 4 in visible while she pumped it with both her little snowy manpower. Not once did she take her optic off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring take care ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hand as it stroked B-Love's shaft.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering atomic number 79 shining against my skin and yours ... glittering amber halo ... flyspeck white handwriting ... big black stopcock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty objet d'art of Au. kind of like the contact in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may blow my turncock now !"

Jessica gasped with delectation, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her glossa across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a magnanimous sinister hand on Jessica's capitulum, forcing her correctly manus off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his prick 6 inches into Jessica's lip, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! SUCK THAT BIG Joseph Black COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black lance ... the region that she had not yet taken into her mouthpiece. B-Love took her left paw off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his operose black balls.

"Cup my Ball Mrs. McFarland. fortuity them, lift them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her lip full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves total darkness balls with her left paw. They felt so heavy ... full phase of the moon ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right helping hand had found a home stroking Big Mike's cock again. This went on for various bit, B-Love pulling Jessica's straits closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her sass. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her pull up stakes hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A stopcock in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do to a greater extent.

Jessica opened her center ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a sentence into her mouth. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde top dog, but didn't push her. He let her do all the body of work. Only one more inch to go ! She could palpate the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her pharynx ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eye, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock playground slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic tomentum, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and well-chosen, that she felt a wave of pleasure flip over her unharmed consistency, causing her entirely soundbox to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would take let out a scream that would take shattered field glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's rooster. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from sucking disgraceful cock !

B-Love lifted his deal 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 ... slick magazine with her own saliva."Good 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 cock 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 left mitt. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several to a greater extent minutes, the guy chuckling as the beautiful blonde ground tackle woman went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive grim cock in play while stroking the others'cocks with small white paw !

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The tantrum played out on television system concealment across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their phones calling their booster. All over U.S.A., people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at to the lowest degree two other spectator that were far more interest with the bodily process of a unlike blonde KNEN employee.

Karenic davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her heart ... not that she was even cognizant of what was currently happening on her tv set. Karen davenport was far more bear on with the fact that she had just seen her sure-enough girl Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a shameful rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding annulus or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Sami smutty he-man's tool in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and questions swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be admittedly. Sarah was a expert girl. Sarah was saving herself for wedding. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he recall of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this materialize ?

Karenic's untested daughter, Becky, was wondering the like thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the repose of the broadcast on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living elbow room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival domicile. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her older sis writhing in cristal with a big black macho-man. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the filmdom, just before she'd left. Once alone in her way, Becky could only recollect about her sis. She knew what the mathematical group had said about the women in their video, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so materialistic. 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 give birth sex with one of these black knocker. Unable to suppose of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her earphone, and dialed her babe's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her Sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cubicle phone,"I thought you might prognosticate ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so casual ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her babe sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as near as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to set out a lucid 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 guys are so sleep with incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that night ... how often they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to look in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should cognise that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a minute. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can bring out you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the mathematical group, but after seeing the matter she had seen that night, the panorama of meeting them brass to typeface was kind of shuddery.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The early day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could get word voice in the background on the job, talking to Sarah ... oceanic abyss male person voices. She thought she heard her baby respond to them.

"look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how prospicient I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no time lag ! I have to enjoin you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would relish seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so beaming you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You cat are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my ally until I can piece up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hi Rebecca."a deep male vocalization said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the speech sound, tossing it on the bed. Her young torso trembled.

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In the green room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired wife sucking three Shirley Temple pecker on interior television receiver. He felt ... wild ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the elbow room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to take care away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the bottom of the boob tube screen, a crawling news scroll of some sort. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a newsworthiness channel.

"The median black cock is over 10 in in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriend had always said.

"Over 99 pct of women polled say they prefer Joseph Black men to white men, sexually."read the adjacent bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to nightstick as he began to debate the ramification of the command that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might progress to her do to a greater extent than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white fair sex are often ineffective to control their sexual urges when confronted with a dark cock."read the adjacent newsworthiness crawl.

"sixty percent of get married Patrick Victor Martindale White women contain black lovers within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a lightlessness man has a 40 percent beneficial hazard of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a ashen man."read the next.

Billy's intellect continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would work the guy wear condom. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to have children.

'' Black men never where prophylactic when they fuck E. B. White women ! '' said the adjacent factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would have them don a prophylactic. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. billy goat had wanted to bring forth tike, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd hazard getting significant. She'd make them wear condoms. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that view crossed his brain, then the next word crawls appeared on screen.
'' White married woman who force their husband to don safety never do so when fucking their black-market overlord ! ''

Billy's stomach sank. This command horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of row not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all fake selective information ! It's all contribution of the promotional material stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The severe, concerned verbalism on her font when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might feature to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another mental image of his wife ... at plate ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a packaging stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that hammer in her oral fissure ...

Racy music TV might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might sustain been a publicity stunt. The word crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on subject television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll deliver to go along with it '' her Scripture echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some sort of promotion stunt ... ''

billy goat started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blond wife eagerly alternated between the doorknocker's oversized contraband stopcock ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her boldness when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful married woman was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the macrocosm. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big contraband putz and loving every endorse and in of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would incommode using condom. He also doubted very very much that they would commit out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, billy knew that they would forever stomach the mark of her unfaithfulness by raising a black shaver !

truncheon's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the issue on screen.

"goodness evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The whole truth ”, as region of our exploration into the domain of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the intimate mogul of black men, and learning the trueness about sizing, endurance, stamen, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to avail us explore and investigate these melodic theme and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the guinea pig at hired hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand accounting of her experiences as these result unfold !

The camera cuts to the news program desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is occupy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's installment. With me is a exceptional co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Joseph Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black member's"programme of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far to a greater extent draw up than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and physical composition were now arranged in their usual pro beau ideal. She was dressed in a very conservativist dark red jacket, and calamitous turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large dim ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell apart our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their offset names, deliberately parodying the prototypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four geezerhood old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed close night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my way !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her drinking glass,"You took me into my spot and taught me the joys of pitch-black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the photographic 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 have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few bridge player jobs to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to hold off for spousal relationship ... but I was never tempted to look at it foster than that ... and he never seemed to fight me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a mitt job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent Black shaft of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... impregnable. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you make love me ! To call back, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a lieu with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a amercement 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 possess sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A smuggled man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to stay on a virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the commencement time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within hour of meeting them for the first clock time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't aid. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the television camera,"we'd like to advise our viewing audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit Sojourner Truth, in the interests of exemption of the pressure and providing our paying viewers with detailed info about the subject we are presenting tonight. watcher discretion is advised for our more sensible viewing audience ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white face. The camera is having fuss keeping her face in soma, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her pilus is a piddling untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you jazz that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's center widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The photographic camera slowly begins to deplumate back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and spare articulatio humeri. She seems to be sitting in a magnanimous death chair, but at the same clock time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty academic degree. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her equanimity and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is bare-breasted. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, zippo obscures the camera's horizon of Sarah's bare form. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm lily-white breast as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her middle as she groans, and the photographic camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a electric chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a mesomorphic opprobrious stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long light-haired pilus obscure the blackened scantling's case. She opens her optic, dreamily looking into the photographic camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to discharge the sentence before her representative deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The tv camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her prospicient white-hot legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her wooden leg, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's garden pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth River on the tremendous blackness shaft. B-Love runs his enormous coal black hired hand around her tiny waist, over her flat White River belly, and around her full white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pink mammilla practically glow in demarcation with the big, approximative, black-market fingerbreadth kneading and squeezing her tit and nipples.

Another black man walks into the stab ... we can't see his face ... but his turncock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs handgrip of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to bring her sass to fulfil the bulbous inkiness cockhead. She gives a promptly glance to the photographic camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's television camera feed,"That was some flummox footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new Shirley Temple Black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new bootleg master !"

"And what does that think exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as unacquainted and beautiful as ever. nonentity might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to order you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and step-in while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course of study !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to severalise me that you would withdraw off your clothing here, on television ... just because a pitch-black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you require me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the photographic camera,"Sarah, necessitate off your clothes. I want to see you doing the repose of this broadcast in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the chairman. She then reached down and unzipped her annulus, letting it fall to the storey. Her Edward D. White lacey panties were soaking wet with her twat succus. Now she was left in those pantie and her agree inkiness turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her blazon, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white tummy and full, unwavering flannel breasts ... barely held in piazza by a somewhat old-fashioned white lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his heavy smutty fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to seize her and sleep with her right 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 camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lustfulness, her school principal bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat black putz 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 inglorious puppet in her mouth. Her deal pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a monolithic black peter while she sucked and licked the one in her backtalk ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take up B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to do some question now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki, keeping her anxious face inches from his pecker ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that prick in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to do questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do look to be enjoying those big fateful cocks. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a dark man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchorperson desk, in her death chair, asking her enquiry when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're grand !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her work force ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my cutis !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size of it. What do you retrieve of their size of it ?"

"These are the full-grown, most beautiful examples of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... feeling at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich John Brown color ... they're so voiceless and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 column inch long. billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course of study, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this pathetic hitch three inch ! It barely qualifies as a phallus !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their unveiling on filmdom,"Are all total darkness men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as belittled and hapless as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good query Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our spectator and find out ! I want you to go around the construction and meter smutty men and E. B. White men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crew member with you ..."

"What a not bad approximation"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking opprobrious men to register her their peter ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, retrieve,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the quietus of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to take in so much fun running around the edifice in her underwear and meeting more, curvy contraband men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big turncock, and find out just how much large than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ subject field exam'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hall would be enhanced melanise studs and gabardine cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon big businessman and E & I endeavor. Everybody Sarah would retrieve would be capable to confirm the musical theme that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thinking that ignominious men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio apartment workers and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a near chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"wellspring ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud poker shrugged."But the cunt got fright and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the headphone from his hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several moment. Should she predict her sis back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead stripling was so confused and flustered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ euphony video'snip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservativist sister ended up ‘ pretending'to deliver sex in a Negro Phallus rap telecasting ? She tried to phone 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 ally"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large black-market man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no thought what had happened since that medicine video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along television receiver, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound dear of black cock, the end of her wedding fight, 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 Negro genus Phallus. Becky didn't know that her babe was at that very moment, on her way through the Radclyffe Hall of KNEN, performing size comparing for a extra ‘ tidings'report.

At that instant, Becky Davenport could only footstep her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the speech sound rang. The telephone call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unknown man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to voice mail service. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, plunk up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the subject ? Didn't you want to talk to my acquaintance ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her infant sister."You have a million doubtfulness, but I'm ace in use right now. I'm working on a really BIG task for the hirer and I don't have metre to talk right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a earphone conversation. What do you reckon will come about ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just public lecture to my champion for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good girl. I'll lecture to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello 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 person Friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. differentiate me a little about yourself, girl."

"wellspring ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her twat was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black admirer'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular mordant 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 babble out to me for a spell. Tell me, are you here younger sister or senior ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to cling up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this amount stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's boldface statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your baby share the same interestingness ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a unspoiled girl."What do you entail wild ? Sarah's always been very Conservative. She's always said I was too state of nature !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"whoreson girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV filmdom ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video cartridge holder !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know amend than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his crybaby blanched ass for opprobrious men !"

"No ... that was just that medicine 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 marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that small video recording clipping from mo ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music picture. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's sweet blonde kitty being invaded by a big pitch-black putz ! She sho'as Scheol at a Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell on earth was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own darn 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 screen ... She was in that euphony video clip. I had to anticipate to ascertain out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a damn shame girl. You should experience seen your big sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves fatal cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the Shirley Temple man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't danger letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the opprobrious man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just order me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the blackamoor scantling replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to filch downstairs and wrick on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"cartel me lady friend,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sis just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her heart will be glued to that TV filmdom and her judgement is gon na be on other matter !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the TV computer programme, she was far too stunned to see away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this dirty word was bad enough, but then she saw her sometime daughter on the filmdom in some kind of libertine alibi for a music video. Horrified and confused by this view, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting computer programme to try and determine some sort of account as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her mesh girl disavow her religious belief, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some derisory opinion of black male favourable position ! Karen tried to severalize herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually shake off her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"medicine video ”, and Karen's Hope was crushed. The telecasting explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... a big Black person dickens ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room death 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 quondam daughter describe the joys of big contraband cock, the buttoned-down mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long fateful TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her diminutive albumen bridge player. By the fourth dimension Sarah left the studio apartment set for her particular duty assignment, Karenic davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the covert. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up girl being ravished by three fatal knocker, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the boastfully Joseph Black remote command to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio photographic camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black knocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a get hitched with woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the prick of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde diary keeper didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monolithic pitch-dark cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his rooster again, forcing her to serve More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married womanhood ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a espouse woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their turncock are incredible ! As far as being on TV ... well, it's a populace 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 big businessman of beautiful black putz like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to delight such sexually perfect tense men ... Negroid men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibleness as a journalist to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those title ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black prick in her paw,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you intend ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a majuscule sexual office over you, why is it that after nearly xxx minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just take up them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the interrogative sentence ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already break dance my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you hold broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket crown was almost unbuttoned, and her wench was hiked up a bit ... but former than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another doubt,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his world-class dubiousness,"if these men hold such a sexual magnate over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lover with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her consistence to her Black superior ... the men giving her so much pleasance by allowing her to fellate their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your consistency ? To delight your body ? Your WHOLE eubstance ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, beef !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty immature anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, sinewy black chest that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip tease. She turned to the three melanize rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the low-down button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her whitish Edward D. White shoulders just a bit, exposing the black strap of her Hidden press bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket crown from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added event of making her already plenteous cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her coat of arms in a gentle, snowy curve of womanly dish. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so a good deal of her snowy ashen cleavage, but now she wanted to dally up the presentation ... to rag her black lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studhorse, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final clit of her crown. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the cap. She looked back at them, over her shoulder joint, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal bleak hands on her berm. He turned Jessica around to confront him and the other rappers, then grabbed the possibility her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue optic and blushing blanched typeface, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket spread out, then stepped backwards, exposing his handcraft to his lad knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of powerfulness and dominance. She stood stunned for a few instant, allowing all a abbreviated glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy calamitous bra that barely contained her heaving white titty. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A stillness fell over the studio. For a split up second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a minute, staring at the powerful 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 crownwork chemise over her shoulders, again exposing the Joseph Black straps of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue crown off her blazon. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to err from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three Black rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black skirt, and her black Hidden wardrobe demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy club ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a well physical structure ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that present moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white bay window was flat as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful lightlessness bra ... but the contrast of the dark bra against her snow clean cutis was too beautiful for anybody to intervene with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can appreciate the survey here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her bloodless skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his rooster twisting at his gasp ... again, he felt the desire to catch the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It certainly is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the cloth of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how flabby her hide is, causal agent of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that scented lilliputian make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, Cy Young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious unseasoned Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an instalment 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 radical. He couldn't believe the raciness of their video, and popped a cassette in the VCR to pick up everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his base, his married woman at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'tremendous black tool. His apoplexy became more frenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her tit, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket crown to the base. He winced as he climaxed, squirting steamy semen into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the mess hall in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the covert when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His spirit sank when he saw the daughter walk of life onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even make me interview a second base clip. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two week out of ravisher College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would plunder the surprise."she'd said."Don't vexation, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his boob tube in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter ling was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set good of naked black men with grievous erections.

Bob Christensen's prick suddenly went hobble ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the war paint girl, had been watching effect stretch out from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty dark-green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant dim turncock. Her tiny oral fissure hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her sass. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a handwriting into her knickers and rubbing her snatch when she watched the men help Jessica out of her dress. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder duration brown-black haircloth, 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 anatomy of the television camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a impact up."

Heather was nervous, but it would birth been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their sinewy smutty asses and all-inclusive shoulders. Calluna vulgaris got behind Jessica to try and appease out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the quick study over Jessica's full moon, white breast ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! full job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the Shirley Temple men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat white corporation ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close-fitting to her hand ... Scots heather saw one of the rapper's massive cock being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's centre locked on filmdom, she couldn't expect away. She stared for various arcsecond, before she suddenly felt something clash against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big microphone'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 eyes.

"I think us Guy need a minuscule touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling unseasoned brunette. Heather reached into her makeup kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker fundament coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful total darkness complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved heads ... their berm ... their tremendous pectoral muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her other hand on one of his monolithic biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their hammer's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful snowy trunk and kissed her typeface, lips, neck opening, and titty !

Shemar's complexion was light-headed than Big Mike's, so Heather applied a fiddling Thomas More make up to his body ... to underline its the easygoing, rich light John Brown of his hide. Again she let her former hand drift over his weapon system ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black physical structure. Heather thought B-Love's sinister skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's body as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His peel shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his font, then down his thick neck, his spacious shoulders, then his hefty munition. His hefty black chest glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny white hands guided the sponge over Big Mike's musculus pectoralis muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big microphone's massive contraband cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's loggerheaded Joseph Black cock and began dabbing it with the leech, under the pretext of applying make-up. ling's parody was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her physical composition sponge and neglected to peck it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her unornamented hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing soot black shaft. She felt a electrocution desire to touch it, to grok its heaviness in her mitt, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's sinewy ignominious chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the hornlike make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"heather said, staring at the big black cock in her manus, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's composition ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say broom,"Watkins smiled,"The way affair are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her bird off and take up tending of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, dim manus on her articulatio humeri, gently but firmly pushing her down feather. She immediately dropped to her genu and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her dame, over her left hip. As ling tugged at the slide fastener, the dark material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy mordant garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the gentle curve of Jessica'across-the-board, childbearing pelvic arch and firm stave backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's turncock furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of black material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a brilliant visual modality to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 build ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet intimate apparel ensemble ... between two huge, hefty smutty men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white hands. Jessica's snow white skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace intimate apparel she wore, and the large grim hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her mordant satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a dark hand over her categoric white tummy and black-market satin garter rap, and pushed them into her black French-cut lash. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet twat ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque egg white blond as she writhed in ecstasy between the two hefty black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of centre that were not locked on Jessica's body. As heather mixture stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and second joint, her eyes were locked on the enormous black dick with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their odour ... something about them made her aroused than she'd ever been in her intact Young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young constitution female child lick her backtalk as her green heart darted back and Forth between all the dark cocks around her.

"Our make-up girl Heather seems to be enjoying this night's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us ling, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the inkiness rooster column inch from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely check his excitement. A Virgo the Virgin fiancée, a renown, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on home television. He loved being a portion of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to kick in herself to a calamitous man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to learn that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those putz 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 rooster before ?"

"No !"heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a good deal bigger !"Scots heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a fellow ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What people of colour do you consider your following boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"broom giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a disastrous man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"well shit missy !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the shag are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga peter right hand here with your epithet on it !"

Heather's young white case lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the level as her lowly E. B. White hands immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, inglorious cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how tough and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her mitt. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pinko natural language circle the foreland ... before taking it in her rima oris and sucking hungrily.

Big mike ran his finger's breadth through the young brunette's hair as he thrust his hammer into her tiny rima oris. He'd wanted to roll in the hay this small steady ever since he'd laid heart on her in the studio that dark. Judging by her bore ministrations on his cock, the intuitive feeling was reciprocal.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognisant that Scots heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular sinister body ... their monstrous black tool rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clench, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her breasts from their ignominious silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a effective job. Jessica's bosom had a nice lifelike softness, but they were still business firm and young. They were full, round, radiant Andrew Dickson White orbs with stiff pink pap. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a tit in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big lightlessness handwriting snaked under her tiny black panties. The front of the step-in was cut in a French people style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Lapp time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussycat. The back of the panties was little More than a G-string ... revealing the smooth ashen peach of Jessica's perfect round of golf ass. This flimsy bit of black lace and satin was the solitary thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married kitty-cat and the two rock-hard blackness shaft that were set to enchant her.

Jessica could feel both of those tool ... big ... heavy ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her snatch. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black turncock ... so heavily ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her kitty. It was too much ! Jessica's torso trembled ... shook violently ... she her cushy moans got louder ... louder ... acute ... they turned to screams ... screeching of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure past over her physical structure.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you narrate us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"William Tell the man what just happened to you mollycoddle !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life history !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your hubby ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most hefty sexual climax in my life-time !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a Negroid MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white dead body, all through her verbal commutation with Tom. They showed no polarity of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the somewhat telly journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this chance to correspond in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! truncheon 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 circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the screen tear between the studio anchor desk and an simulacrum of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the cap of the green elbow room. Billy looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful coming'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two smutty men whom she only met this eve. How does that fix you palpate ?"

On screenland, a caption appeared under billystick."Bill McFarland : future tense Cuckold"Billy could see it on the covert in his room.

"stoppage THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not indisputable where the television camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to accept that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least order us how it feels to be locked in a way, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billy goat yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this pillock snapper."After all, its likely that after this night your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickey again."

"YOU by-blow ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU brand HER screw THOSE jigaboo ON NATIONAL television system !"

"NOW THERE IS NO pauperization FOR THAT form OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is fashioning your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the sake of uncovering the true statement and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches backbreaking, but your impotence means that your hitch at a flabby 3 inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"nightstick sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room flare-up open and two burly fateful men grabbed billy McFarland's arms. 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 gimp penis ...

"troika INCHES ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the photographic camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through billystick against a wall, letting him descend to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the doorway behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a calculate equivalence going !"

A schism screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One stroke was a frost frame of Billy McFarland's lilliputian dick, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's dozen inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio feed to his way still active.

"HELL billystick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a skilful motion would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news show director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out loud.

The tear CRT screen being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's contumely. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with tear and fad. The words ‘ ass NIGGER asshole"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other position of the stock split screen showed his beautiful White River wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding mob, stockings, and panties… writhing between two immense Black rap stars with vast calamitous cocks rubbing against her black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent simulacrum from the screen.


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Outside the green elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the lost E. B. White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your babe again. She seems confused."The pitch-black studhorse with Sarah's sound said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straightaway on a twain of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to demonstrate her melanise superordinate respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the speech sound.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the telephone set."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to watch the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the result unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of Friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of ridiculous things about you. he tried to state me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those pitch-dark guy wire !"

"Of form I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her honest-to-goodness sister's confession."I tried to tell you to begin with, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to go away out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music video recording."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the considerably contribution Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not certain ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can find out the TV."

"goodness. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your way, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit board information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"commodity !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just cash register with my acknowledgment card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedchamber threshold and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the dwell video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important 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 penis of OUR front-runner rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those guy rope ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the the true too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to debate with her sister when the video-stream finally finished freight and started playing ... displaying the alive television footage of the beautiful blank journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio luminousness. Two immense inglorious scantling, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy snowy soma between their muscular dark eubstance.

The teenage redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's name in vein at the Saame time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her appal sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famed !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's celebrated. She's important. She's a professional word anchor. She's on the blanket of cartridge. 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 cook 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 blackness Men with BIG Black hammer. Jessica is discovering the the true, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to ovalbumin men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black genus Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to nominate certain everybody knows it. If a renowned, successful, married white woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug rappers she just met, then reality will recognise the truth. There will be no more hushed rumor and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, inviolable, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black dick in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the one I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the calculator screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hired man to slue down to her crotch and get going rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous black cocks.

"fountainhead"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to find male employees and randomly equate cock size between black cat and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guys are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to rise that bleak men are sexually Superior to bloodless men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your estimator screen right now ... do you think that its rightful ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her cunt faster, still staring at massive ignominious dick on her cover,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guy wire are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are tiny ... hobble. The calamitous men on the other paw ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her Sister public lecture dirty while she watched the legal action on her reckoner screen door."beautiful ..."

"Shirley Temple cocks are so roll in the hay big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the White person guys I've found. When I touch these big fateful cocks they get intemperately fasting ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so serious in my white workforce !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my credit rating board number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her book binding as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their medicine !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those TV !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to see their euphony so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to think about sex with fatal men. They want whiten young lady like you to see what think about what those big black cock 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 melanise cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do require to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The childlike instruction caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and get together the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To forgather the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"innocence ring"on her ring finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to hear More !"

"You will baby !"a conversant masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her paw away from her puss, almost as if she was afraid that the stud poker on the telephone 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 receiver screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take in care of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and sinister that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sis holding a massive Black cock in her manus like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her handwriting to her private parts again, pushed two white fingers into her snatch, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with black studs now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the mind 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 nigga dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big dark peter like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her book binding ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her centre were glued to the blind ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had Black hammer before, Becky ?"the he-man suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the inquiry.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"delay ?"the he-man laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't order me you're a Virgin, Becky ! What the the pits you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my exceptional Nox !"Becky whined ... rubbing her snatch ... staring at the foot long calamitous stopcock on her computer monitor.

"shucks fille !"the black man said."driving your pretty white ass down to the network building. I'll shuffle tonight plenty shucks special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding party night !"

"marriage ceremony night ?"the contraband stud asked."Why wait for a Andrew Dickson White wedding one day, when you can experience a inkiness cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The persuasion was so disgustful ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of dates over the past tense few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really discombobulate that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting sentence missy !"The pitch blackness stud poker argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't thriftlessness the in effect years of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is loads of black hammer ! Deep down, every sexy Patrick Victor Martindale White Virgo is meant to be a inglorious cock slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the scantling and staring at the mixed sex on her computing machine cover."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."seed down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my early big black protagonist !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the persuasion of big black studhorse using her young white torso for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computing device screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three black shaft ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin kitty-cat of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big melanize pecker might do to you ... to your pretty white-hot torso ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the threshold 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 script away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"plosive speech sound ?"Becky asked ... her hired hand shaking near her pussy."Why ?"

"halt fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."catch imagining what it would be like to bed a big calamitous stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and push down to this studio now and bring together me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the 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 stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can bonk you ... so I can ingest you virginity with my big BLACK COCK !"

"I..I have to cling up now !"Becky's hale body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant smell. She was terrified ... not of getting injury ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the studhorse said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your epithet with security at the nominal head desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you unspoiled rush Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the rivet said quietly."You just go on watching the show. You know how to get hold of me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, delay !"Becky said,"I don't cognise your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

rachis in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the tv camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to liken the penis sizes of black men and Edward Douglas White Jr. men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black member ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's arrest in and see what she's discovered about other Theodore Harold White men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared cleave screen with the studio anchor desk. The screenland 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 tidings desk, though she now looked a piffling worse for vesture. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her white berm, almost exposing one of her business firm young breasts.

"I've tested respective men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on photographic camera ... but I can report that the pitch-black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white-hot men. flannel men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"shit ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get laborious ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the contraband men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"fountainhead Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving erection. Some of them even had bother getting their cocks back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their peter until they came, so that their erection would go down a bit, and they could put their rooster away !"

"sound like a gummy position !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studhorse have an unbelievable recuperation clip, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my obligation as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other livid womanhood to serve them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cock are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The mediocre hard black cock was foot tenacious Tom ! No dark man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the turgid dark man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese Shirley Temple man, with a dick close to two fundament in length and 9 in around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the trading floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name strapper ... and you can see why ! His prick is absolutely incredible, you might deliberate this man lucky, but Irish bull's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always difficult. His testicles are also extremely tumid and swollen. He says that it is often sore to live on like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his biography tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... aid ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying papal bull's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his tension ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead misfire ..."Bull 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 recollective meter since I had a char's touch !"

"phone like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the demon, a footling afraid, but her thirst for melanize pecker overwhelming, and she could think of no understanding not to honour Bull's petition. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to help oneself him ... and how upright it would finger to touch the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a outstanding idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted copper's giant prick in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his hammer above her oral sex just to get it to manoeuver out away from his consistency. She couldn't believe how ponderous it was. It was like lifting a glut bomb. She tried to bear it, but her small Edward Douglas White Jr. hands didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each face of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a thirdly the size of it of her all look. She couldn't stroke him and entertain his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Taurus the Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the taking into custody of her old-fashioned white-hot bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra playground slide down her arms, revealing her full firm chest. The bra had covered her so a great deal that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this fille was. Her tit were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young white knocker in each of his meaty Shirley Temple Black bridge player and kneaded them gently.

"They's so delicate !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet solid ground heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor dim giant.

"Aww no young woman !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the Brobdingnagian puddle of Edward White jism spreading across her toned white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a very much miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'judgment. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stick out up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, slant it against my body, then you lean on it, and prevail it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive free weight of Irish bull's tool up, and letting it rest on her pectus, between her soft gabardine bosom. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his peter pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her stifle, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his dick ... She could sense his monumental heavy balls rubbing against her button ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could kiss and clobber it.

"Thass undecomposed missy !"fuzz groaned excitedly,"Thass real gracious ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her peg ... feeling the muscles in her calfskin and second joint burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her consistency titty and tummy against his massive black cock. His toilsome black nut rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"hang on miss !"horseshit panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so monolithic and stiff, was able-bodied to easily cull up the petite blond young lady, holding his monolithic hired man under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's boneheaded black cervix. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arm, Bull told her"O.K. young lady, now hang on ... we gon na propel fast !"With that warning, crap suddenly began bouncing the Young blond missy up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and potbelly against his over-grown black turncock, using her soft white trunk as no More than a tool for onanism. He bounced her faster and faster ... gamy ... and turn down ... so that she could feel his monolithic balls rubbing across her plane white belly, and his massive shaft tip right in front of her face. All he while, her voiced E. B. White breast rubbed against the hot opprobrious flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to roll her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the diaphysis as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the easygoing disastrous flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the calamitous barb that she was holding ... the oscillation carried through the intact length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth River along Bull's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young E. B. White body. She didn't have much clip to savour her pleasure, as yobbo's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking grim cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of come, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and whisker. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too very much ... and then another flack came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her oculus just in time as the hot cum plastered her whisker, frontal bone, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third blast barb up into the air, nearly four human foot, hitting the ceiling of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two lover with a reflected blast. Another eruption of semen erupted from bullshit's stopcock ... and another ... and another ...

nonentity could recount how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly T. H. White semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"horseshit groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the tv camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky davenport stared at her computer covert, rubbing her puss frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and keep on you playing with those beautiful smutty putz. She watched as the beautiful brunet physical composition young woman joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on filmdom again, this metre playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful grimace ... and it was that final picture that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, gruelling, on her frantically pumping hand. The Bible of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superscript to white guy rope"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black tool ... what they could do to your bloodless consistence !"

The teen's coming seemed to go on for bit, but in world it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the trading floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the prison cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in headland echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her article of clothing, wiped the cum from her finger, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could find out that the life way boob tube was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living way and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her centre glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely forgetful 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 babe girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her female parent's justly paw buried between her peg, rubbing frantically !

That fornicatress ! That pretender ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eye darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came base with the other car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled fury when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the private road.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her married man's cellular phone phone."Frank ! There's an exigency ! It's our daughter ! You have to come home and foot me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karenic stared at the blind, her elder daughter's cum-covered human face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered cheek to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a viscid situation !"

"It sure is sister ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitoring device. Seeing the somewhat blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could denudate. He shifted in his buttocks, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock'n'roll gruelling turncock from his pants to remedy the painful insistence, and he was going to pretend beshrew certainly he got some kitty-cat before he put that black monstrosity back in his pant."Thanks for your excite study. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember common people, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would care to invite all the middling white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational schoolbook begins to scroll across the hindquarters of the filmdom showing several URL speech. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get number 1 deal data-based information. Feel disengage to visit the Black Phallus website and these former websites to find more entropy about these exciting event, see television data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the verity about total darkness men, and happen out where you can meet discreet, clean, and superior blacken male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and spoke."dame and gentleman's gentleman I am being told that we are now going to impart you something very exceptional. For the starting time fourth dimension on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black cock penetrate a White womanhood's pussy !"

The television camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and ling the make-up girl. Heather was still on her knees, sucking Big mike's massive black cock in her tiny white rima oris, but microphone was pushing her away.

Scots heather tried to keep on to the enormous stopcock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but mike was too stiff, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his turncock desperately, and her oculus began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost shout, as she reached for Mike's humanity."Have ... have I done something awry ?"

Mike smiled."You're a dear little cock lollipop girl, but I need some snatch ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's look of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a gay smile and a sweet,"OH, O.K. !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her oral sex, revealing her beautiful, slender young consistence. Her tummy was long and flat, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breasts were small and firm, held by a white cotton bra with risque flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his video in disbelief. He'd tuned in this eve to check Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite distaff television hotshot was about to be fucked by two gangster knocker, his optic were focused on another char in the studio.

Bob had married heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her female parent married Bob, heather mixture took his live figure, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a phratry. He knew the young lady was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on tv ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was xix ... she was sexually combat-ready ... but she wasn't a strumpet ! Not Heather !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that peter the bit it was offered !

It was Heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, young physical 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 luminosity. He couldn't helper but notice how Heather's body looked so much like her mother's. heather was lissom and lithe with pale skin, smallish breasts, a tight niggling ass ... and a huge black pecker in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any Thomas More ... but an attractive, 19 year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilt feelings as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at house would wish to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first time you'll be fucked by a lightlessness man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his peter so badly !"

broom stroked Big microphone's monumental blackened cock in one helping hand while frantically working the clit of her low-rider jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to force the tight blue jean over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of tight white panties, soaked with excitation. Big microphone chuckled at the view. Heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't topic though.

Not missing a pulsation, Big Mike quickly reached one handwriting down, snaking his powerful disgraceful digit into Heather's tiny, wet step-in, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of the studio apartment. The panties hadn't even landed before microphone returned his hand to the tiny brunet pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her untested White River body. Never in her lifespan ... with any of her beau ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the frame's back. Her substructure off the left the storey. Her shorts fell down past her knee joint, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed articulatio talocruralis. Her hired hand reached backwards, supporting her system of weights on the rachis of the couch ... arching her book binding, causing her immature firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ consultation ’."Heather, you're a beautiful untested woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you make to ease up yourself to this dark man on telly. Millions of spectator are watching !"

"God yes ! nooky me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's ember black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of broom's miserly lily-white second joint, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his manus ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's torso, supporting her glower cover. The other handwriting moved down to his hammer, which he pushed up to Heather's lilliputian pink pussy. Big microphone teased heather mixture's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's heart widened and teared up as her rigorous garden pink pussy was spread by the first thick inch of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the xix year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his peter slowly up into heather mixture's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch out this motherfucker out !"

"noblewoman and gentleman's gentleman,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside ling's young bloodless pussy. Some of you may opine that this will stop a black man from fucking a E. B. White woman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to give up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inch of his midst back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussycat was invaded by the thick-skulled colossus,"HOLY SHIT !"Her green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's putz mercilessly stretched the pinko wall of her pussy.

"Hang in there cocker girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slack. I want to construct sure you can get hold of it all !"Taking his hired man off his cock, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deep than four inch. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eye closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready young lady !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his succeeding thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

heather screamed again, her eye opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little Sir Thomas More than halfway into her kitty. She could actually see a slight bulge in her flatbed white tummy, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Calluna vulgaris gasped between stab ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay sister girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at heather,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with broom's cunt succus, he gently stroked the incline pretty girl's case, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her buttock. He brought his quarter round to reside on the missy's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his ovolo in her sass and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the gibbosity in her tummy as it seemed to pulse in clip with the shining in of ebony cock that slid in and out of her kitty-cat. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could film it all in her slit ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her sass and his digit ... her eye inter-group communication flicking back and forth between his eyes to his cock."finish up it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular blackened giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining column inch of his manhood deep into the Heather's Edward Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her puss. Never in her Edward Young life had she felt anything like this whale dark shaft slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the young make-up girl's slender lily-white torso, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking lightlessness manikin of Big microphone, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a joke at the terrible pun,"Television account has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own broom Christensen has succumbed to the great power of black cock and become the beginning EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work out Big mike's entire black cock inside Calluna vulgaris's tiny white slit ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"broom squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."broom grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"ling hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more than indicator that Black genus Phallus's claims about black male person sexual index are confessedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the tv camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your intellection on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two sinewy Negroid rappers as they ravished her torso. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to get word Watkins interrogative sentence ... or even notice that her makeup girl was being fucked senseless on live television receiver by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her air castle by B-Love's large black bridge player grabbing her blonde hair's-breadth, and jerking her head teacher back, turning her to see Calluna vulgaris and Big Mike.

"feel at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the elephantine doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a cleaning woman ! A BLACK MAN'S tool ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big Mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her tit, and B-Love's massive, hot black-market prick rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your chemical reaction to this a la mode growing ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black virile sexual control to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive blackness shaft, slamming into Heather's petite white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compel ! 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,"Calluna vulgaris is a youth, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those fille would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a White person one. The real proof is in another sort of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married white adult female as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is lost against the unrelenting force of sinister male sex !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full-of-the-moon ovalbumin breast heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous black knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather hot seat, spreading her long white legs wide. Her fully, whitish white breast heaved from her lumbering respiration, her pink nipples were firm from excitement and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a coup d'oeil of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the assuredness demeanor of a newsworthiness anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"blackness Phallus"will conclude with a particular account on the sexual supremacy of the dim male person."Black Phallus"claims that melanise cock is the height of the development of male sex. tweed cleaning lady all over the world are defenseless against the might of their hidden luxuria for a bombastic, blotto, inglorious cock. Even the most loving Theodore Harold White union is powerless against the strength of a predominant black male person ! pitch blackness phallus has offered to evidence this theory in the studio today, with my service, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? barely face at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this possibility to the final test !"

'' And how do you be after on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to rise or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The unit Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large black hammer.

"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 chemical group's intention to shew the index and sexual supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to lead astray hymeneals vows, and my fuck hubby ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to titter and tried hard to repress it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL Joseph Black COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her bridge player, `` to piece of ass my get hitched with, white pussy ! These big bootleg studs have to sleep together me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on internal telly ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her calm and furrowed her eyebrow, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black shaft jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explicate calmly as she ogled the giant black rivet around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanity sucked by the pretty young war paint supporter."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the lonesome way we can uncover the whole TRUTH for the watcher at home ! It's the simply way to prove their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or assumed !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so delay tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lecherousness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the air.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier ugly assault.
Just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new Good Book echoed in his head word as he stared at her beautiful, sullied look on his television system screen.

"These big black stud poker have to fuck me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you sense about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate Bible might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous mordant men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her burn white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you reckon the viewers at menage will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a lowly white deal to her seawall and rubbed her snatch in time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewing audience at home should notice this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to relish it ! I'm sure enough I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their behemoth pitch blackness shaft. She matched the prison term of their diagonal with the deal rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them raise their call are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her backrest and clutch her soaking lace pantie. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blond 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 dwell TV, but that you actually WANT them to have it off you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's center opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her Black buff ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of calamitous males beyond any shadow of a dubiousness !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be true, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to jockey on your husband on national television system ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to shew their call is reliable ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black male and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their heighten black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Martin Luther King Jr. and XSerum !

"So you don't want to commute your judgement ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stoppage to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national television ?"

As if in reply, Jessica grinned and lifted her everlasting white ass off the hind end of the chair, allowing a Shemar's vast Black hand to extract the lacy black panties over her wide, childbearing hip joint. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her tenacious, shapely Theodore Harold White legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous smuggled handwriting, holding her stage together while his other deal tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blond kitty, over her snow-covered E. B. White thighs, stocking-clad sura, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I require to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her wooden leg, spreading them all-inclusive as she did so, allowing B-Love to occupy position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous dim hammer as its iniquity purplish head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blond snatch. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigger cock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her rosehip gently ... trying to get unaired to B-Love's dick as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"okeh then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the air hole. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a yoke of heavy-duty wire cutting tool."Take you weddin'ring off."

The wholly studio watched, even Big microphone and the composition girl who was still hungrily sucking his boneheaded mordant cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the mob in one hand and the wire-cutters in the former, placing the gang between its blade. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."low you got ta say the password !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her supercilium. She was so steamy ... so desperate for that big black-market peter that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What speech ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to perform with all the marital charwoman I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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he-goat shook his read/write head in disbelief and blow. What the netherworld had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their wedding ? Whatever was going through her psyche now, she surely couldn't abandon her erotic love or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to observe with tear-filled eyes as his married woman recited some sickening, farcical speech for the shameful illegitimate who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you require me to fuck you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt cumbersome calling he-goat a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To acquire pitch blackness men into my bed !"

"to drive a inkiness men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the go Book"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My marriage ceremony vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a dim man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then sequester it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the closed chain and the snips in her mitt. The television camera moved in, getting a injection of her fount, and her hands holding the snips and the ring. A naughty opinion crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's idea and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue angel eye to the camera ... to the interview ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the mob he'd given her as a signal of his love held tightly between a dyad of sharp vane.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last cable."... I WANT THESE BIG inkiness COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the brightly cold dance orchestra was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling Stanford White mitt, holding the broken pack, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's manus fumbled for a here and now, shaking from inflammation as she slid the go against traffic circle into its new place, next to Sarah's beautiful ex appointment ring. Once a symbolization of Jessica's beloved and fidelity for her tweed husband, the gold stria now formed just another link in the Chain of B-Love's symbol of black tycoon and sexual laterality. Then, taking Jessica's tiny bloodless left manus in his big bleak hands, he raised them to his thick black backtalk and kissed her now naked closed chain finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny Patrick White workforce down over his bootleg body ... over his big Black person musculus pectoralis, over his rippling black abdominal muscular tissue, and resting on his thick black rooster.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"take that big nigra cock, and manoeuver it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every relocation as her petite white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive pitch-black manhood. She stretched her arms out to turn over the hammer as best she could ... her slight lily-white arms squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snow-covered mounds of feminine mantrap as she pulled his cock finisher and finisher to her unprotected, prolific, married albumen pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white physical structure ... her whitish ashen breasts, her apartment tweed tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde agglomerate ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beaut until that second, but it was nothing compared the lulu B-Love's body ... his broad, sable shoulder ... his massive, granite pectoral muscle ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head word waiting to overrun her bantam blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his prick, he was going to fix her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one column inch away from her precious white consistency. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's snatch but it was enough to place her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her soundbox was racked by another unbelievable orgasm.

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Jessica's howler of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the setting.

"roll in the hay ME ! !"heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual exponent isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. inkiness men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up fraught. That seems not to throw been a vexation for heather mixture or Sarah earlier this eve. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for minor ? Are you taking any form of birth ascendancy ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing coming she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her grasp on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his hammer no longer touched her twat. Now that her principal began to earn, 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 a lot as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to farm tiddler. Jessica looked at B-Love's prick, she still held it in one of her trembling white hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more baleful ... threatening ... grievous. They had to jade condoms ! She had to hit them where condoms ! She opened her mouthpiece to speak but her judgement was so obscure with lust that she could barely organise a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to have on ..."

"Of course I will, mollycoddle"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's grimace. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his cheek wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no prophylactic !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in pleasure as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare bootleg cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too engaged writhing and squirming and moaning to resolve, her creative thinker was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink pulp of her snatch stretched to lodge the punishing, hot girth of B-Love's coal black pecker. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electrical ! Her pussycat felt so broad, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this fourth dimension shoving 3 more column inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her dorsum ... her full Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts rising in the air ... pink tit proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a divide second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in dissent. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full moon again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"gripe I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU want TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA prick ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, weeping of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this shaft,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flavourless white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"eroding"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive Black shaft. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black balls rubbed her kitty rim, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving blank breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could penetrate her unprotected uterus ... and how much cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her fecund white womb. Somehow, the musical theme of a condom coming between her and that beautiful contraband pecker suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her blue devil eyes still locked on B-Love's massive shameful cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"shucks straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's puss lip, resuming his teasing motion.

"wellspring shit babe,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting garden pink back talk,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no head in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanness,"no of course not ! dearest ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to wear a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black shaft and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio panorama became, the More Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached word anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're comfy letting these filthy black gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your married couple ... your vocation ... nothing about your animation will ever be the same."

"It's a diminished price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's putz in one deal, and pulling B-Love's back towards her kitty with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these brilliant dark 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 Negroid, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE Sojourner Truth !"

"perdition no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the tv camera,"THIS is the whole accuracy !"

With that statement, the giant grim knocker ceremoniously shoved all 12 inch of his rock-hard black shaft deep into Jessica's pinko pussycat, with one fast, powerful stab !

Jessica McFarland's screeching of pleasure and pain pierced every hallway on that trading floor of the KNEN building, and the Speaker of millions of TV across America. The camera captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hired man of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The goon's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread Caucasian thighs as the length of his whale bootleg dick hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent idea, let alone Holy Scripture or judgment of conviction. A serial of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her perfect little mouthpiece as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's turncock sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the live. Her amobarbital sodium optic rolled back and Forth River in her question, as her eyelid fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could experience the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, heavy with spermatozoan, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his shaft conquered the depths of her fertile Stanford White uterus !

Watkins stared at the magnificent internet site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black hammer ... on live telecasting. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the line of home videos of the event which E & I would no doubt be making uncommitted for a bounteous profit. As a bonus, nearby, the aphrodisiac fiddling makeup fille was also being taught the magnate and joy of a black hammer.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to feed him an intelligible answer,"what are your thoughts on total darkness sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Bible were lost in another bout of moaning, shriek, and squealing.

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A unlike squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the pasture brake as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio's parking garage logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entrance. Apparently, mortal had told the sentry duty to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually denotative range of a function, her conservative religious values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretence of music television, talking sex talking with strange men and her own baby over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to descend to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a alien because he was a ‘ big powerful black man'and her baby told her it was right to do this ? This was brainsick ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the bicycle, gripping it in her midget ovalbumin hands, while her mind reeled in convulsion. Her mystifying values about chastity and spousal relationship were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the phone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio apartment that dark. The man that was going to know her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teenage redheaded woodpecker to nearly skip out of her hide.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male spokesperson said when Becky answered the sound."gladiolus you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to wait you, and who to await for, where to send you, and to let me recognize when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guard duty call in to tell me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity annulus ... the symbolic representation of her hope to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The rivet chided."You didn't come all this way just change state around, go household and overleap all the fun did you ? All that big Shirley Temple fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entering to the building. There she saw a large, powerful male figure emerge from the building's entry. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the prominent, muscular Shirley Temple man in the entryway, a mere two c invertebrate foot away.

"Good."the Shirley Temple 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 he-man chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. fountainhead that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big pitch-dark cock trench inside you ... just like your big baby Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the number. It was her female parent's speech sound.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The macho-man said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the edifice in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to chance a aphrodisiacal white girl and I'm going to jazz her with my big black cock. I hoped that the fille I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are good deal of aphrodisiacal white girls here for me to bring instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her speech sound chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's lowly white hand reached for the door door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the hold ... and pulled. The home lighter and seatbelt Bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud poker suddenly turn as he saw the brightness from her car's interior and heard the index bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and return me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - region FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

vertebral column in the studio, and on subject television, the sex was getting into fully swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette make-up daughter getting fucked by the Black member male child, but his cock needed some attending too. Watkins was proud to be office of this plan, but the rigidification of his own pecker had become intolerable.

"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 dead body from her brush with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The spate of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to have. His cock was about to burst. He needed to have intercourse immediately.

"here'S YOUR FUCKING DEVELOPMENT BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive protuberance in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten in fateful hard on."GET THE shtup OVER HERE AND crook OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the new blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took military position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her souse wet panty aside.

"OOH YES passkey !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the mainstay desk.

"Good to birth you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monumental bleak shaft into Sarah's dripping blonde kitty,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"commodity to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect white ass upward to foregather each of Tom's rough thrusts. Sarah had had an declaration to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her plastered pink snatch, she could no longer commemorate what she'd wanted to say.

One of the tv camera moved in towards the anchorperson desk to shroud the action. The snapshot on the studio proctor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black custody gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her willing white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each drive, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the paries of her pixilated tap snatch. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television receiver lot in billion of American language animation elbow room. She did n't manage about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible genius of black cock spreading pleasure through her altogether eubstance. All she could see was her reflexion in the camera lens ... a pretty white female child getting fucked from behind by a massive blackened stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy opprobrious balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the deal that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio apartment with her stud poker. Never in her young life had she imagined a scene of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a assembling of vocal with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual ikon on a TV or computing device silver screen. This wasn't a hot session of sound sex with a alien and her sister. This was an mixed orgy less than fifteen groundwork away. These were blanched womanhood naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big total darkness rivet. This was her sister… And within the succeeding few mo ... This would be her too !

Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins, the disastrous stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's John Wilkes Booth in his ear-piece. He turned his tending to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new entropy for him to study. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman hang over the newsdesk in presence of him. Sarah, thrusting her saucy Theodore Harold White ass up and back to conform to her sea captain's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's comer. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an exciting crook of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim white dead body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to disclose the amazing seductive allure of blackamoor male. We have seen here this evening that ignominious men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experience teen, and a get hitched with professional. Now you're about to meet a whitened teenage virgin who was viewing this evening's program in the comfortableness of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to extract her estimate on tonight's composition and events. And in an exciting wrench, that Virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her sometime sister giving up her virginity so close to her nuptials day ? Let's see out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking trunk that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular dim studio crew members. Nor did Becky observance that one of the news camera was now training on her and her black champion as he guided her toward the tidings desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the batch of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the backbone desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good eventide 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 programme. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to serve Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to deflect her optic from the scene and looked at the story. She nodded in reply to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sis is a trivial shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a piffling 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 comfy if you asked her the questions. You might have to resolve a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT theme !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his dick driving force as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and repress her moan enough to address clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The inquiry 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 pink tongue around the Lens and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that nighttime, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby baby,"Had you ever heard of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been decline. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to lightlessness Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet misrepresent objurgation from the blackamoor crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyric poem, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a White River virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit blackamoor rap euphony ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me experience ... good."

"goodness ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sis. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge fatal cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eye widened.

"That's better girl, there's those reasonably blue eyes ! Such a passably 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 apartment. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her centre met her sister's.

"What about ….your ally at shoal Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in Shirley Temple phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from schooltime would be watching this program tonight. They could see her right hand now, on goggle box !

As if reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next head."Are your friends watching this display ? What do you conceive your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you call up ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to commute the national."They…they'd probably be really concerned in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black shaft slamming deeper into her puss."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her blue dungaree. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your protagonist date ignominious Guy ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her oculus on her sister and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our schooling I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to see up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's night stare seemed to permeate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing baby. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG total darkness prick ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sister's quivering, naked blanched torso. The virginal Aythya americana began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the piece of ass so intently. He decided to give her a piddling something more to expect at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the trousering, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a bit, kneading Sarah's full moon, firm white breasts with his big blackamoor hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her severe pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long whitened legs. Making trusted Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's flat White tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big racy optic lit up with obvious turmoil when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black tool clearly for the first sentence. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared childlike at the spectacle unfolding a simple four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the entire distance of his thick, ebony tree rod into her sister's little blonde pussy in one right thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! screw ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA turncock ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a unholy smile, stared at the massive sinister cock slamming her sister's pussycat and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible staying power. The beguilement of the word would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."wellspring, maybe tonight's write up will cultivate them as to the welfare of dating black-market men and advance them to conduct their own experimentation. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our Superior size, black men superior stamina as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the noblewoman in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed vehemence on the parole"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her baby."Did you see your sister's report and become interested in doing your own research into the issuing ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the speech sound with her all ... Night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock poke so that Sarah could utter more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should delay a Virgo the Virgin until union. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her let down lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At first-class honours degree ..."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 query."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive attitude."It didn't shock you and stir up you to see your sis ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ jigaboo'? Is that why you don't date inkiness boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racialist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so cautious about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… hammer ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his argument with timed grunts and putz thrusts, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by bootleg men on television, but now that it was happening in front man of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you call back of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins pecker thrusting in and out of her sometime sister's slit, just a few foundation away, Sarah's ashen consistence slick with elbow grease and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male person crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the ill-chosen here and now of discovery when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to hail down in the first off plaza ?"

"Sarah… and her protagonist ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's admirer ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone booster. He was so handsome. All the Black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security measures guard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all dark to get me to come up to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to crop so intemperate to convince you to amount down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope pack"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her hope ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that break you from coming here tonight and meeting Black phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope halo."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted crack my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jitteriness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full distance of his vast fatal cock out of Sarah's kitty-cat for dramatic 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 other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the immense pecker hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no charwoman can resist Shirley Temple men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... self-aggrandizing ... and I saw .... I SEE this evening ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you yield to intimate enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's orchestrate interrogative and staring at his big black stopcock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a large weight had been lifted from her berm. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise annulus from her finger's breadth and slammed it emphatically on the linchpin desk.

A dozen bleak faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the enticement !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chairman and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the crocked blue sky blue jean syndicate around her mortise joint. The passably red-haired stripling now stood in her pantie and fitted white tee. The black studs in the crew whistled at her as she released her long red fuzz from its girlish pony fag end and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to recede your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The news of her sister, her phone champion, and the Black phallus rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible effect black men have on livid women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the verity now ! The whole verity ! Shirley Temple member is redress ! 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 camera trained on her expression. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone friend and grabbed one of his big black helping hand in both of her midget Edward D. White ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black security guard duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the photographic camera. His herculean black script grabbed appreciation of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the reduce cotton material between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lissom Edward D. White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little ashen tennis place, her bra and panty, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that the States ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to recede my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big smutty man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in pleasure at both the cock plowing her kitty-cat and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorperson."Tonight's fact-finding composition on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the stick seductive allure of black males. We have seen here this evening that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an take virgin, a sexually go through teenager, and a get hitched with professional. Now we've met a adolescent Virgin who was viewing tonight's broadcast in the comfort of her own home. This Virgin watcher, the Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on hot television. KNEN is lofty to again puddle broadcasting history by being the first news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a Black person male person !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a fingerbreadth to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news from the manager's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo the Virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she respond ?"

"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 keep way. She was still staring at the screen 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 father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their girl from fucking a bleak studhorse on national idiot box. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't nettle us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hide out camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a admonisher that showed a split screen of the half nude Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a sort out picture of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her well-endowed frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your honorable aspect !"

"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 hand now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the the true ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decisiveness. I don't attention who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to intervene !"

"That's the spirit baby bird !"her big black ‘ 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 ebullience,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an occupy journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually participating young woman, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to sinister men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will service only calamitous men ? What happens when we put the big businessman of black prick in direct contention with the values instilled an enforced by a lady friend's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their Virgin daughter from giving herself to a black macho-man ? Or will she actually let this flagitious melanise stopcock deflower her while her parents catch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with lust and angry with her parents for year of insufferable primness, grinned at the demoralize idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"madam and valet, what we're going to do now is send Becky offstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their elder girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the Lapp fate. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to win over you to hold open your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security precaution that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just make sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here sister !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise gang'from the desk and tossing it to the safety device,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two blackened security precaution.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : household FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing way, wringing her hired man apprehensively while her husband Frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The disturbed Andrew D. White wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of piddle out of the dressing elbow room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her married man pace furiously back and Forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karenic's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music picture on television, Karenic had seen that her onetime daughter Sarah appeared to star in that picture ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous fateful rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the household, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television receiver studio to join her sister in the turpitude. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her girl debase herself with mordant men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply sex and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the conclusion twenty-odd years told Karen it was incorrect, yet she couldn't assistance but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these black-market men. Karen had even started to she-bop while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her youthful daughter for doing. defective still, Karen's disgusting behaviour had distracted her and been the cause Becky had been able to steal her Francis Scott Key and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her brain reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her activity. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her endorse bottle of water, and started a third base. Karen had no estimate that the weewee was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the opprobrious feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his quondam daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on live telecasting. forged, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her sister. Frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The surety guard duty escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was white, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the all ordeal. Their only consolation up until this stage was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sis's depravity after all.

The two implicated parents both looked up at the room access when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his psyche into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard duty said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on idiot box. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a willing player in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, get along with me."

The guard opened the door wide, inviting the Davenport to pace out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the stern of this ! Come along Karen !"davenport said, taking his married woman's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on goggle box with all those inkiness men. Karenic began to interrogate why she'd insisted on coming to the studio apartment ? What on land had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karenic could feature 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 daughter ravished by blackness men on television receiver ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her hubby. Karenic began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"davenport said,"eve those goon would not be so brazen as to go forward molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitating."Seriously, I think I should just persist here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these tough roaming the hallway !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the protection guard.

"It probably would be for the adept if you accompanied me and your married man, ma'am."The security measure guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them panoptic. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security sentry go 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 safety device quizzically. Before she could ask him what his remark meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arriver had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his onetime girl. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dear GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"weenie Davenport cried out when he saw the setting on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a nude white char, on all fours, covered in perspiration and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black goon in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating trollop as his onetime 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 ?

wiener's fury got the honorable of him. He attempted to rush the microscope stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular Shirley Temple Black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY beast !"

"Don't do nuthin'dazed whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless future to the huge black certificate safety, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his calmness. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's debasement. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio threshold, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her middle as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the wad."love, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to promote his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her hubby."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her track at the passel of her older girl Sarah, bent over the news linchpin desk. Karenic dropped her empty water bottle to the story. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the threshold with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their erstwhile daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the hefty black beast had his way with her in front of a camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the vision of Sarah's sexual activeness, barely noticed the even fantastic scene 40 feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution girl were thrashing and squealing in raptus as their three ignominious lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in front of the other news cameras.

The Davenport were also completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular dim studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another white cleaning lady that they would be capable to make out with their big black cocks into the wee hours of the morning time ! The Davenport didn't notification 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, shocked white facial expression. The television camera captured Karenic's wide teal middle and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's befoulment. Karen's already pale boldness, framed by her shock of red hair, was Stanford White as a sheet.

"gentlewoman and valet de chambre, there has been a special growing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his cause jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim down white organic structure."We are have just been joined by some unexpected client. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a 2nd to focus on the heap of her mother standing near the studio incoming."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 girl mercilessly, right in forepart of the blow out of the water conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to lay off this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talk TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs davenport what brought HER to the studio apartment !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her centre met Watkin's iniquity centre. His eyes seemed to turn out into her mortal as deeply as his body bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to complete her sentence…She lowered her middle to witness her girl's smiling aspect, waiting expectantly for her answer 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 pitch blackness chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her Christian Bible when she saw the Negro stud's amazing build. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous pitch black pectoral muscles. Unable to help herself, Karen let her regard roam over the Negro rivet's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing white curve ball of a white cleaning lady's tail end ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to recall that the white buns she was staring at belonged to her oldest daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a Virgo ! 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 teal eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your routine, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a head pa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on last television and being fucked by a gravid black man in presence of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an solution to her question while that…that animate being was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could conduct like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the succeeding ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behaviour, but was even more scattered by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the purpose of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that shameful dickhead on top of her ... Karenic had been struck dim. She stood, frozen in billet, almost hyperventilating, her full chest strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the tone of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her girl's calm green eyes.

"You have to stop this right now !"davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the use of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to stop fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to cease FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this pitch-black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his disceptation,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a trivial late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter jocularity about giving up her ‘ precious endowment'in such a cavalier fashion. Before he could come up with a expert response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to contain ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a job with your daughter being intimately involved with a pitch-dark 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 confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this unusual discourse while her onetime daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a small belated to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right field, and ready to chip in up her virginity to a big black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of sentiment to convince her to continue saving herself for union ?"

"I doubt it !"a female phonation said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's affectionateness sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh dearest God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a suddenly white bridal humeral veil, a brace of high-heel place, and her polishing ‘ Purity'hoop. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was nude, apart from a blanched neckband and black bow tie. The dyad obviously portrayed a mockery of a St. Bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely take care at the scene. Mrs Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't supporter but stare at the man's enormous melanize stopcock. It stood straight out from his body, an set up ten inch, and as midst as her carpus. A camera pulled back to catch the figure of the opprobrious stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a situation by her sister.

The fatal crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her alarm founding father. Some of the studio cameras focused on the orbit around the news desk, capturing the upshot as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the small orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the solely multitude in the studio not watching what was now happening at the tidings desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a paw around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her regard on her new friend's massive erect inglorious cock.

"Rebecca !"Karenic davenport managed to verbalize, staring at the Brobdingnagian disastrous cock in her daughter's tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. script."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

frankfurter Davenport spoke up and tried to talk calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the enticement of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard inglorious hammer while she spoke to her father."This enticement is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to kick in up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high up schoolhouse have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to intend I was a gay woman !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll trial that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins commentary,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new blackened masters !"

"Rebekah Davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your babe has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise anchor ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"zero !"Becky said"The solely reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black cock ! The ONLY grounds I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can win over me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His putz was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked hip and waist…over her young, firm, egg white breasts. His long mordant cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's matt white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her buff touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the showtime time a man has touched your nude breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His work force are so big and strong… my knocker feel warmly when he cups them and bosom them !"

"Rebecca… please give up !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the foremost cock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black rooster in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and midst ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't postponement to finger it in my…"

Becky's interpreter trailed off as she sunk to her knees in social movement of her lover, until her look was inches from his stopcock !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the tummy as he watched his daughter's Virgo the Virgin mouth kiss the tip of the turgid blackness penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouthpiece and engulfed as much of the thick black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of black-market peter while her Church Father and mother watched and the photographic camera zoomed in.

"How does it try Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her sass from the cock."It's the BEST affair I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to smack a black cock ! I'm here to fucking !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty unquiet to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talking about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black tool in her mitt."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 female parent !"

Karenic Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a familiar look on her expression. Karen had the same logy expression on her face that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the video screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a mess. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure as shooting about that pa !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the massive black prick in her daughter's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. davenport pled with a sinking tactual sensation in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black prick in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to finish, I'll full stop. I'll put on my step-in and waiting to espouse some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the Scripture. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO pappa !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to see at this big, operose, black cock in my mitt and severalise me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really narrate me that giving myself to this man is haywire ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her centre still glued to the big melanize cock. Her handwriting drifted to her royal empurpled blouse… her fingers slid along her catch. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The rut of the studio apartment Inner Light was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingerbreadth grazed the pelt of her oriental alabaster cervix. Her tegument felt unusually sensitive. The light touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of hug drug and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their price. Her daughter's wrangle echoed over and over in her mind. Was it ill-timed ? Was that big black…"cock"… awry ?

"Karenic ?"Frank Davenport cried to his tacit wife,"Savior, say something, I need your musical accompaniment here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her baby was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you cogitate mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to kick in her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she unseasonable to want to take that big fatal dick of his into her little White person pussycat ? Am I ill-timed to do that ? Is this BIG blacken cock in my pussy wrong ? It indisputable doesn't ass flavour legal injury ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she cease ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to turn back, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karenic davenport hadn't always been bourgeois. She'd never told her daughter about her wild days. When Karenic was a offspring stripling she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were concerned, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy figure. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright Lester Willis Young theology major. He had shown her dependable love and the fault of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire rule her life like it did when she was Whitney Moore Young Jr.. Once she had found the true track, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughters giving themselves to these black men, Karenic Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent sentiment of her easy Clarence Day. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the member she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to salve her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"bar"?

Karen's read/write head was spinning. She broke her eye away from the cock in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with luxuria and expected value. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the grievous tool that was going to take her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her darkness blouse. Her onyx marble skin was turning pink with stress and hullabaloo. ‘ Not a good deal longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop over too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really believe what we're doing is wrongfulness, all you have to do is say one little watchword ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated moan to draw aid to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is ill-timed ! Then of row, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her former girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quatern for her black ‘ captain ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lustfulness as they stared in to Karenic's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two pace forward, towards her daughters and the news program desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this find. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me pay my valued virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her younger daughter smiling sweetly and dedicate her black studhorse's cock a tenacious, magnified lick with her little pink natural language as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her don,"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 black-market stopcock in her hand."That would be tremendous ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll dear it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his married woman,"stopover saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its incorrect ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to catch his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a knock-down manus that grabbed his articulatio humeri from keister. The large black security safeguard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the vast pitch-dark guard walked around and stood to one English of Mrs Davenport. The guard made no attempt to match or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure enough 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 least what she thought a practiced christian married woman and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Bible would not fall out. Why was it so unmanageable ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful defenseless livid daughters… the white women in the other part of the studio… and all the Negro men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her married man, looking for lesson support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his oculus was obvious. He was their founding father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing Thomas More to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to blackjack her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic davenport's beautiful face, capturing a drop of sweat that an from under her bright red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the apprehension of her regal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling Patrick Victor Martindale White mitt on her chest of drawers, her white meat heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingers began nervously fiddling with the clitoris of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The surety safety device watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular shadow torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the storey, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A mesomorphic fatal studio gang member, watched the confused white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men close two her. Her eye scanned their muscular grim breast, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her regard fell downward, following the men's hands to the clitoris and slide fastener on their trouser, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the framework between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the certificate sentry duty quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his Joseph Black trouser, letting the weight of his equipment belt displume his pants downward. The safety's pants fell to the flooring with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin framework. The early black stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their bulwark, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one footfall forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single push button, showing off a distich more inch of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The smuggled certificate sentry duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonderment as she stared at the two freehanded, contraband cock she'd ever seen, their menacing size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any cleaning lady choose such monstrous male phallus inside their torso ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to draw out his wife's aid from the obscenely heavy black penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for hotdog, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much big these Joseph Black men's penises were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even reply to his call ! Her husband member wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were Thomas More than just two of them !

Karen looked at her elder daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you imagine, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so loose !

Karenic looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the nigrify member in her helping hand, the one that she wanted to look at her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-coloured head of the blackamoor penis in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that present moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two vast black phallus that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two immense disgraceful penises that were so very much longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two Shirley Temple Black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like fat dark deep brown, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black member like the single that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you recall ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you cerebrate mom ? distinguish us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a straightaway glance back at her hubby. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular black men watching her. They looked sure-footed and brawny. Karenic's centre again locked on the enormous, rock-hard disgraceful cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shoal and more rapid causing her 40DD boob to heave prominently, as if trying to break off unblock from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heave, creamy white cleavage, bringing her former mitt up to the dorsum of her neck opening and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could feel a powerful wiz of hotness spreading over her organic structure, a label excitement she'd not felt in class. She used to love sex, but had always felt the pauperism to bottle up her gender since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the chamber as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to apprise her body. Still, he was static and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to rise accustom to a bland, suburban life story. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way shaft like those made her daughters behave, all of Karen Davenport's repressed sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous consistence trembled all over, her jolly white fount and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The unbelievable pressure of the wanton gender in the studio was too often for her to brook any longer. Karen's calm down ‘ PTA wife'stockpile 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 ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's faltering, the luxuriant red-haired homemaker suddenly ripped assailable her expensive purple silk blouse to bring out her massive creamy titty barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY LIFE ! !

A cheer went up in the studio apartment as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself cook to be taken by any contraband man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her opprobrious lover's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal purple blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, unable to demand her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge stopcock, barely able-bodied to come up to her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the storey."I told you not to convey me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiolus you didn't. You could make prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how happy they've made my girl ... OUR daughter, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble lily-white fingers quickly unbuttoned her mordant morass. One of the studio apartment cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curvature of her incredible creamy ashen body. Out of the niche of her eye, Karenic saw the television camera following her every motion. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton demeanour being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of home plate, maybe even one thousand thousand. It was even possible that some of the multitude watching were the great unwashed she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book club, the snobby teachers at the preparation schooling where she worked and Becky attended classes, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the other students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two melanise cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the earthly concern and she didn't fear what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, rotund curve of her full, but firm, Theodore Harold White ass. She bent-grass forward, slowly letting her knickers sink down her shine white legs, and forcing her soft, ample white knocker to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her display was having an immediate upshot on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black security guard groaned."Look at that Irish bull ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she veil that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"bastard !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic T. H. White ass ! HER body was BUILT for lightlessness prick ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive black cock in his hired man and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and accentuate exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her buxom torso now clad only in her lacy Edward White bra and panties. quivering, the curvy wife and mother drew a thick breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hands down her side and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy gabardine skin practically glowed under the shiny studio apartment visible light, making the curvaceous redheader look like some kind of shimmering whiten goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting away no more clip, the two black men instrumental in the lady of the house's seduction descended upon her to claim their award. Each of the naked black colossus took a place on either position of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large melanize cocks rubbed against the silky-soft hide of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large Negro hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft blanched curvature of her luxuriant married torso.

The security safety device groped Karen's large white breasts in his herculean black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her plentiful cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pinko teat. Mrs. davenport threw her read/write head back and moaned loudly. Her mammilla were so sensitive, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his Negro head as he ‘ breastfeed ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karen's other English and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full White River ass with one paw and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare lily-white shoulder and turned her school principal towards him, kissing her oral fissure deeply. Dropping her free manus to her English, Karen found his stiff black dick rubbing against her ass and grabbed handgrip of the throbbing black extremity. For the number 1 time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a Shirley Temple cock, feeling its heat, insensibility, girth, and length in her deal.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the freak 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 self-aggrandising than my hubby's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY consistency was BUILT for Shirley Temple Black cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is wrongly !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our girl are mightily ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the buttoned-down life history of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her waste years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest year had Karen seen any man who compared to the nigrify men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the phallus she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big pitch-dark dick that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thigh of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black COCKS that the other nigrify men were putting into her daughters'unseasoned white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a stopcock so hard and duncical as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny Andrew Dickson White hand. She dropped her other hand down from the security measures guard's neck, down to his rock music grueling contraband cock that was poking at her flat white breadbasket ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black rooster in her other handwriting !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knee ... as she did then and there between her two black he-man ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the immense black turncock that she now stroked in her hand, column inch from her cheek ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life fashion didn't have a prayer !

"arrest that ! She's my wife !"Frank davenport cried as he watched the two naked stud grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"wiener cried as he saw his wife sink to her genu between the two Joseph Black tough with their huge black cocks in her flyspeck white workforce."Please don't !"

The mordant crewmember sneered at wiener Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her genu before him, her right script holding the surety precaution's cock, her leave hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long black-market shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY NIGGA tool SLUT ! count YOUR husband right wing IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long pitch blackness shaft in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her fingerbreadth. She then leaned forward, opened her back talk, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a black man's cock into her mouth for the number one time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"dog sobbed, bust of pity stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful whiten wife eagerly and hungrily begin to take in the crewmember's cock ! Karenic clearly relished the activity and began to groan immediately. Her headland bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR married woman IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY coon prick ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's lacy white 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. As declamatory as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly niggling sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her oral fissure the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blue eyes wide with cushion."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's putz, Mrs. Double-D !"The precaution said, cupping Karen's lowering white breasts in his large bootleg hands."I GOT TO piece of ass THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the protection guard and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY tit ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK prick BETWEEN MY teat !"

"Karenic ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the inkiness security system safety to slue his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the black sentry duty guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globe around his long black jibe. He then began to hurtle, rocking his articulatio coxae back and Forth, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white wife's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard duty's shining black cock-head emerged from between her tit, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to piddle a secret plan of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard duty's black shaft of light in her mouth each meter it reached its apex of the sun's way. The sentry duty's dick was so long that, even as big as Karen's chest were, his cock head teacher remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD shucks !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's persistent bosom faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank davenport."FUCK THIS kick'S pap ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE nookie A swarm ! Yo'married woman ever let you be intimate these bosom befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was stark. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karenic giggled.

"Yeah love,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the backrest of her head and turned her look towards him, then pressed his pecker's oral sex against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long dim rooster in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the security measures guard duty fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so a great deal giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, moot thrust. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another protest. None came.

Karenic's husband only watched in mum horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a cock three multiplication the size of it of his own. He had ceased making any try to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the activity of the early two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that detail was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a substantial man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio cameras catching every second of the wife's wanton descent and every column inch of the lovers'bodies.

The tv camera angle abruptly cut to Saint Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a fingerbreadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the tv camera and spoke.

"noblewoman and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome index of blackened virile sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a blank teenage Virgo the Virgin, her married mother, and her babe all fucked by Negro men at the same fourth dimension, but first we have some breakage news ... an exciting development in tonight's Jessica McFarland taradiddle !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning cheek to that of US's knockout, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, dollar naked and being fucked hard by the powerful black strong-armer rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with exertion as she lay back on the coffee bean tabular array in the centre of the interview set, the hulking dim doorknocker B-Love knelt at one end of the mesa, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white legs. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his stead near Jessica's fountainhead, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his head playacting over the shaft in voice-over."early tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward consultation with the controversial rap chemical group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minute of arc of meeting them, you were confronted with their ism of black male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the mathematical group's lead vocalizer on live television. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH ass ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender clean waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his potent blackened arms around her white body and pulling her conclusion. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the boundary of the tabular array, her peg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black rosehip as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender white limb around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his sinewy Black person chest press against her soft Edward D. White bosom. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiacal Edward D. White body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing spatial relation. Shemar was receiving viva sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the tabular array. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed mindful for the first clip that she was holding a handheld microphone in one deal, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular calamitous back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his weapon system still wrapped around Jessica's soundbox, his herculean melanize hands cupping her bare tweed ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every drive as he stood, bouncing her slender Theodore Harold White torso on his big Shirley Temple cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big Black cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my sassing ... 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 break off fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to sleep with me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE Lapplander sentence ! ! B-LOVE IS passing TO KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS departure TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his assuredness, suave deportment dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's monolithic ignominious putz felt in her kitty-cat ... the thought process of Shemar taking her ass at the Sami fourth dimension was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M sledding TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's prick. Still thrusting his tool in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue-blooded centre widened as she felt Shemar's fat blackened rooster brain sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive black cock pushed into her bantam asshole. She'd never let Billy fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him make love her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her heading and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's bantam blonde puss ask he kissed her full white breasts with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the make-up girlfriend. The erotic good deal of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being treble penetrated by his two fellow rapper'massive black peter, combined with the fresh tightness of heather mixture's garden pink pussy, was too much for the sinewy black titan to bear. He quickened his driving force as he felt his lumbering mordant balls tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his duncical dim cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the torrent of potent seeded player shooting deep inside her uterus. Another climax overtook the Lester Willis Young brunette and, with one terminal shriek of joy, she passed out, slumped over the frame with her somewhat Stanford White ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his monolithic melanize cock. He was still stone hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting tool from Heather's kitty-cat and walked towards the action at law on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black-market shaft still shooting thickly ropes of viscid cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingerbreadth through her silky blonde fuzz, and turned her head to face his putz. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's paw ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free hired hand. The radiant blonde married woman smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his dick back into Jessica's receptive, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full moon of thick disastrous dick.

Jessica McFarland was in Shangri-la. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full phase of the moon ! She had a massive nigrify shaft in every orifice that could suit one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a 1, constant sexual climax now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's deal, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's cervix, while her other hand braced herself against the rachis of the couch.

"Well anchor loose woman ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the handheld microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'ok Andrew Dickson White ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his putz from Jessica's oral cavity to allow her to resolve the question. Her mouth exempt of Big microphone's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two understructure of melanise cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning oral cavity. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth 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 crowd laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back form Jessica's athirst oral cavity and brought it to lie beside his erect cock. As large as the black microphone was, Big microphone's tool was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your mix-up, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... piece of ass ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every flaccid curve of her flawless white physical structure, her onyx marble hide glowing with perspiration and passion ... and the two monumental muscular black torso that pressed against her beautiful white female form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was cunning with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her backtalk and allowed Big Mike to slip his cock back between her soft pink mouth. She watched Shemar's big pitch blackness hands gripping her shank as he continued pushing his thick black pecker up into her stretched bunghole. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her gap white thigh as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her light-haired snatch. Then she noticed something else near the reminder, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his stopcock into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless clip ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A bang machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thickset cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft of light relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony putz dominated her tie Edward Douglas White Jr. womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her eubstance was in a perpetual state of orgasm. What was more, having her body filled with shameful dick didn't just feel amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these black men fuck her like this on survive television system was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her wedding ... her fame ... none of it could liken to the sensation of three foot-long black stopcock having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. US could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID tutelage. She was lofty ... she WANTED USA to see her. She WANTED America to cognize the truth about black men, and this was the Charles Herbert Best way. She looked into the photographic camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held mike in Big microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, squawk ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to mouth, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio apartment for various mo before Big microphone acquiesced and let his cock pillowcase from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet sassing.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrust ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... solid ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... piece of ass ME ... for ... an ... minute ... 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 puss !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in metre with the new, intemperately driving force. She could find Shemar's tempo quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Patrick White ASS ? YOU feel HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA SEED, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY Negroid sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A cocotte FOR BLACK pecker ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigga CUM deep interior YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT screwing CAMERA AND Tell U.S.A. THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her rima oris and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS thick, POTENT nigra SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would force in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy More and more ... his twelve-inch prick rubbing against her clit with each knife thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her coming build higher and higher. It would be more knock-down than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more pressing, and their rhythm method changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from entire to empty to full again and again. Her soundbox began to tremble visibly. Her full clean breast bounced obscenely on her slim down white material body as the two massive black men pounded her snatch and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M passing TO CUM IN YOUR puss ! I'M passing TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Edward Douglas White Jr., FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT spade CUM ... AND YOUR twat WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white articulatio humeri as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could finger their tempo quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive black ballock, heavily slapping against her kitty ... then she felt them fasten ... begin to shrink ... his cock began to twitch and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY oral fissure ! fucking MY oral cavity WHILE THEY ass MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL tierce OF YOUR BIG nigga COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's monolithic opprobrious erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their jet black rooster into her bitch as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's rooster only to gasp for air, and holler encouragement at her total darkness buff."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the floor where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her eye. She rose slowly, sitting on her pegleg on the level and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her chest with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the pervert interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a pang of green-eyed monster when saw her fan Big mike fucking her knob Jessica's mouth. Still, the view immediately reawakened her lust and the handwriting she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the paw that she had been using to hide it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde gaffer get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black rooster in her twat again, Mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder joint as he fucked her gaffer's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't forgetful to broom's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunet magical spell. Still fucking Jessica's sass, he put an arm around Heather's svelte ovalbumin shoulder and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their glossa intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his prick begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's cock, she felt it get down to flip. She felt Shemar's cock begin to start and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her snatch. She could feel her own upheaval construction with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on photographic camera and broadcast for all of U.S.A. to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their shaft tremble inside her pussy, ass, and sassing ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in coming, her glowing white organic structure shaking violently as she felt the kickoff powerful special K of hot black cum blasting her mouthpiece, ass, and twat simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let liberate his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all XII inches mysterious inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm erotic love that she felt inscrutable in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married snatch with his potent ejaculate. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep poke, keep grinding his potent source into Jessica's uterus ... making goddam surely he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, muggy cum coating the interior of her fertile white womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the idea made her cum again and again ! Yet they were distillery fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her physical structure !

Big Mike's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming oral cavity, spraying her beautiful White River cheek and godforsaken blonde with thickly jets of pearly semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting dick into the anchorwoman's open air mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to booze as often of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his shaft in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up female child heather mixture, tugging insistently on one of microphone's powerful total darkness coat of arms. Heather dropped one of her custody to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knee and took the STILL spurting black cock into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy squawk ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the C. H. Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE Charles Herbert Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right gripe ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH earlier tonight ! Apologize ! justify to us for the insult, and to US for not telling the truth ! aspect INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so disconsolate ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's typeface. binge welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the tv camera, wave after wafture of pleasance passing over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF Black MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR sexuality ... THEIR ... exponent ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE Shirley Temple Black COCKS ! Black male sexual superiority is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its previous equanimity, smooth whole tone to contrast B-Love's emphasised bellowing."I'm gladiolus you've accepted the truth, but what about truncheon ? Surely you must give some mixed emotions about ditching him on national tv set ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here oculus glancing over at Big microphone's hammer, column inch from her fount, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely lost. Her head teacher was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your married man ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter infant, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of blackness cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your hymeneals vows on national television ? You loved each other for a retentive clock time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her hubby's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three smuggled doorknocker on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that second. baton seemed like a distant memory from another life-time."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's doubtfulness, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean cipher compared to black cock ! This body belongs to blackness men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to dish Negro men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All cleaning lady deserve inkiness pecker ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. wedding doesn't topic. Families don't thing. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and daughters at the Saame fourth dimension ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio apartment."You think nigga should get laid female parent and their daughters at the same clip ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should submit to black male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole the true !"

"GOOD TO HEAR beef !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's snatch, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving Caucasian breast, pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White aspect, and silky blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and sportsmanlike bitch"he said"I want it prissy and fair 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 closed chain and another wedding tintinnabulation to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the events that had been unfolding on the other side of her intelligence studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her Sister here to mislay her virginity to a 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 drop off his Virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young redhead on her knee joint, sucking a black man's prick. Nearby, an erstwhile, busty red-header was on her knee joint between two Negroid men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two disgraceful security system sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole crime syndicate ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, holler !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the ground tackle desk, looking for his succeeding conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more black rooster ! Please !"

"Don't concern baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your livid slit while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the tv camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seed from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her sassing. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingerbreadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky snowy fluid from Shemar's long black digit, bringing her big blue sky eyes up to meet the tv camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a deep glob of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - section seventeen : JESSICA audience Mrs Davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was United States of America's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a have intercourse wife who was sitting down to audience three controversial dark rapper for a live pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that same nighttime Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three sinister rapper, along with her personal supporter and a studio constitution girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde journalist walked across the open central surface area of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's tv camera. In the background, the tumid wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap video recording program earlier that Night, some footage was of Jessica and ling from early that night, and some footage appeared to be result transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking fit 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 tumid studio apartment set, the group's broker Tom Watkins had taken control of the programme. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four class old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front word desk. The miss that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo the Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every second of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another pitch-dark rivet standing at the early end of the news desk getting his large black cock stroked and sucked by a jolly offspring redhead wearing nothing but a niggling translucent white embryonic membrane swept behind her head. In presence of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redheaded woodpecker kneeling on the floor between two more black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the char's ample white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rod. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Negroid Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the redhead's sassing to his own thrill black fellow member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired looker from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her minute earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eye. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that Nox. 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 black man on live television set ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ risk'their younger girl was in and had rushed to the studio apartment to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual might of opprobrious hammer in a matter of arcminute ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to learn as his wife and girl were about to yield themselves to black dick before his eyes and the KNEN electronic network television tv camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the tidings desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a electric chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve in black erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the intelligence desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist joint and dragged the giggling blond ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked livid body with his powerful black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the Lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD piece of ass YES ! !"The blonde moaned in Adam as her married white puss was once again penetrated by a tenacious, thick, brown cock. She braced her tiny white handwriting on the methamphetamine hydrochloride screen background as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The sentiment occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's household, only this clock time she was bare and being fucked by a sinewy black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled downcast center from the monitor lizard and looked into the television camera. Then, putting on her adept on-air presentation part, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is screw AMAZING !"

As the laughter of respective black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two More extremity. Heather and Big Mike had been on the other position of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunette makeup fille, staring into her adoring middle as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his thick black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot lilliputian prick, but at the Saame time, it seemed to him that there was way too much T. H. White pussy in the studio apartment for him to party with just one little girl. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with doubting Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards ling, who was still unmindful to the understood communication going on between the two inglorious men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his cock out of Heather's mouthpiece, picked the slender brunette up in his brawny black blazon and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right following to Sarah's sweating, bucking eubstance. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

broom looked up at Big mike expectantly, but he made no motility towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's oculus widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were recollective gone. Her long blonde hair's-breadth was matted with sweat, string of it sticking to her raw back. Her wet, round, white ass shook with every jab she took from Watkins. Then Calluna vulgaris's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big microphone casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his massive opprobrious cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. heather immediately fell tacit, her middle locking on Watkins monolithic contraband cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large bootleg, hand flat against Heather's soft Andrew D. White boob and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her two-dimensional white belly twice, like a baseball game instrumentalist tapping nursing home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink slit with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another Bible. ling screamed from the sudden electric shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT squawk ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in X."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in disarray as she felt Watkins's cock shift from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big microphone 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 Andrew D. White white meat in his massive total darkness bridge player, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey sister, I'm Big Mike."The heavyweight black rapper whispered in the Whitney Young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in repose awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big microphone's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his across-the-board shoulder, and ran down his full barrel chest. Her pretty optic widened as her hired hand slipped lower and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her bare white second joint. She grasped the base of the knocker's turncock in her mitt, feeling its distance and thickness. Her pretty middle widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her stage all-inclusive, allowing Big microphone gentle admittance to her cunt. Big mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long fatheaded Negroid stopcock mysterious inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to come across you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her minuscule Theodore Harold White hands over Big Mike's muscular Negro articulatio humeri and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with ling.

"looking at at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her punishing."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new female child to have intercourse ! You ain't his girl, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for Joseph Black COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"ling cried out as she bucked her hips to oppose her new fan's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK SLUT BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU love life MY BIG Shirley Temple COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Scots heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG blackamoor prick !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK rooster working girl SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering ling verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK dick working girl !"heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK stopcock ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a composition artist at KNEN. ling knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view audience that night to see his favorite boob tube personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy diary keeper getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on last goggle box ! Then the rappers called the new constitution artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the indorse he saw Heather walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to get across the Sarah davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. ineffective to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the television camera finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even Sir Thomas More worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly rejoin the legal action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to attend away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on silver screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a immature version of his wife, Scots heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black doorknocker. The pot was so hot that Bob couldn't aid but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the eve may be taking a darker bout for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as very much of a hood as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs banquet and pointed up in the air… the only when clause of clothing she still wore were her shoe. Her slender white body glowed with hidrosis as she arched her back to match his brawny knife thrust. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud backtalk was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big manus roamed all over her slender Stanford White body ... and as his enormous black tool fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Scots heather with questions, calling her ‘ slattern'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a disastrous stopcock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."ling gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the stacked Aythya americana female parent of two on her knee joint, hungrily sucking smuggled cock.

ling suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could see out. Would you like to fulfil my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my male child will arrive over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll shag you and momma right in front man of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"speculation who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK 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 unplayful ... They would show up and have it away Heather and her mother right field in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming sexual climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that Nox. First, she arrived home to bump her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some variety of pornographic television presentation that purported to be a tidings broadcast. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her older girl, Sarah ! Sarah was on live telecasting, being ravished by a group of rapacious Shirley Temple strong-armer ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to derive weft he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to bar their youngest girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to foreclose her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate major power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffective to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the pot of the immense pitch-dark cocks in the elbow room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched company !

In the center of the news set, XX fundament from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a shameful security system guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to imbibe and stroke these two studhorse's massive black cocks while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD knocker. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to look at turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third gear pitch-dark Adonis approached the mathematical group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglass with broody lens of the eye, and an flowery Au neck Ernst Boris Chain. What Karen really noticed though was how a lot larger this new stud poker was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karenic been able-bodied to contract her oculus off the man's dick, she might bear recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her TV covert at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music television footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard duty's cock while the stage paw squeezed and fucked her entire white tits, Karen reached her go away hand out and took hold of the new macho-man's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not depicted object with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was jolty, more dominant than the early two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his long black finger's breadth through Karenic's slick red hair. He then roughly draw out Karen's pass back, forcing her to contain sucking the security guard's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the surety guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own shaft into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to take in the new dim cock in her mouth, grasping the base of the prick with one deal, trying to ascertain her new lover's barrage, but to little service. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen absorb his cock, he began to lunge his hip, bound and determined to fuck the pretty white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his strength, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to carry on entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed queerly still and submissive in the grimace of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's radiocarpal joint, pulling her hands from the security measures guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrist with one powerful black hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white knocker with the other. He looked down, seeing Karenic's wedding closed chain on her deal, and smiled as he continued fucking the albumen milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the early two men,"I got plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security sentry go tapped the stagehand on the berm and nodded towards the craft-services tabular array where the studio apartment's bite were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew penis wanted him to see. The passably brunet studio apartment varlet was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her bridge player buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the outcome she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security department guard, who returned his the grinning. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The appall page little girl tried to escape behind the table, but the certificate guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The girls frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screams of rage as her sports coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his shaft from Karen's mouthpiece. The scandalise and perturbed redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift apparent movement and carried her around the backbone of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her early English, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, powerful Shirley Temple man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The smutty studhorse was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled grimace and good bosom. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of heavy, muscular hired man suddenly grabbing both of her own good, milklike white tit and squeezing them roughly. The buxom carrottop reflexively grabbed the deal on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft white skin and the dark mightily hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chairman, and reaching around from behind to work with her. Then Karen felt something tumid, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder joint. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's monolithic Black person cock resting on her milklike white shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit build. She immediately reached up to it with one helping hand and lifted the heavy, thick penis to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the pass while pumping the recollective, ebony tree ray and drinking the stud poker's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the scenery of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news show desk and having her bare tit fondled by a improbable, muscular black man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of speech of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her ignominious lover's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some schoolbook for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to take her professional presenting feeling as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to give birth become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of womanhood who appreciate the favorable position of the Black person male and succumbed to the intimate ability of big black cock. effective even Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the fairly white homemaker sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's stopcock and stroking it with one handwriting, while her former hand helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the auditory sensation muffled by B-Love's deep black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redheader's arm.

Karen's eyes shot loose when she felt Jessica's handwriting on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his peter from Karen's oral fissure. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to lean over and ask it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to respond them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga cock though."

Karen looked into the camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a black-market man's stopcock while he fondled her bosom. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's black peter in her hand, desperate for it to be in her oral fissure again, or bettor yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's shaft, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good eve Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his peter inside her pussy. She gripped the screen background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the manager's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her consultation as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You venture ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive flavour."You came here tonight with the limited purpose of stopping your older girl Sarah from continuing to stimulate sex with Joseph Black men AND to prevent your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a nigrify man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her early hesitance in the face of her ‘ smutty masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to assume her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you discover out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home 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 putz while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. screw 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 prick."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to serve."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own babe ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video recording ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so lots that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your family and came down to our studio tonight, to turn a loss her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your daughter with opprobrious men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a Negro man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's prick."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girls that their virginity is wanted, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her mind."I meant why would you have your husband demand the sentence 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 knew what heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my girl !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to block up them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stop if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karenic stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your head ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge shameful putz in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the bootleg men that changed your intellect, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK putz in person ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Shirley Temple COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much self-aggrandising than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's dick in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these inkiness cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so a lot BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the mathematical group"blackamoor genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big spicy center and B-Love's big smutty cock."I'm not… familiar spirit with… Mr. lovemaking's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's hammer in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is extremely talented…. The whole group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a blanket grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her aristocratical eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big coon dick you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The smuggled pecker you've been sucking tonight is the Saame one that took your girl's virginity. How does that make you feel ?"

Karen's nous reeled at the revelation, unable to serve, let alone reply Jessica's question. Karenic began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the Saami dick she had just had in her mouth… was the take Lapplander one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another powerful immature disgraceful man. Karen looked at B-Love's vast black shaft, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster knocker as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Saint Thomas Watkins !"

The gravid LCD wall nearest to the mainstay desk flickered to life sentence, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the reality. The image was rickety, slightly blurry cell-phone tv 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 prospicient she'd waited… how she'd even refused to induce sex with her groom-to-be until their upcoming marriage ceremony. Sarah was screaming out frustrated response, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every column inch of that glorious jet black stopcock that was taking her cherished flower !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the tv camera focused on Karen davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your oral cavity minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD concealment, her blue greens eyes wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the covert. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the CRT screen and pumped B-Love's shaft faster and faster, placing both her tiny livid hands on his peter. Karenic began to kiss, salt lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same cock that she was watching take her oldest girl's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your onetime daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to set out sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your oldest girl's formerly virtuous pussy. Can we usurp that you condone your daughter Sarah's expiration of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answer weren't really the point. This was all a debauched display now… a demonstration of the power of black cock over a white wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing question and jeering comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the au naturel blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redheaded woodpecker's lust. Karenic dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the waistband of her panties, wantonly rubbing her slit inside her panties ... her actions clearly visible to the television camera, thanks to the exculpated glass top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the ebony shaft and trying to get hold of as much of it into her rima oris as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some mass might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's peter and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are whiteness wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on survive television, while her husband is forced to check. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the same black cock that you are sucking right now. That like girl is getting fucked by another black man, in good order adjacent to you ... while your younger girl's virginity is under menace from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this amiss, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's prick. She could feel her excitation building, her whole physical structure trembling. Jessica's Litany of input pushed the degraded wife and mother over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her rima oris as she threw her foreland back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one Thomas More motion."Are we to take this as an blurb of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger pecker ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT cunt ?"Karen gasped, her back talk finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an imprimatur ?"

Karen turned her chairperson slightly and cupped her heavy white breast, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's prick in her milky Mexican onyx cleavage and stroking his longsighted, thick, throbbing fatal dick with her soft, creamy tit human body.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG NIGGER THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her thoughtfulness in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"Karenic ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU expression !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS jigaboo tough IS More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER hope TO BE !"Karenic shouted in reaction to her married man, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK hammer ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karenic NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY hot dog !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her knocker faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand Frank ... Sarah stayed a Virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU hope TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG inkiness COCK !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU deprivation BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Shirley Temple Black toughie !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in revulsion.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START kick !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK hoodlum TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG blackness COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Black coon COCK TO return BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! wealthy person YOU doomed YOUR judgement ?"frankfurter cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her brain with lust for my nigga dick ! Let this be a object lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the big businessman of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda hold open your daughter at base tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to disgraceful tool. Your daughters lose their virginity to disgraceful cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest failure ... cause you lose THEM to calamitous cock ! Your married woman and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his look towards Karen again. His rippling sinister muscles tensed and his big Negro jumped between Karen's mammilla and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky egg white breasts with overweight globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"screwing me ... have it away my daughters ... fuck me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black cock."number one you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't headache, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"commencement, I'm gon na require that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ringing ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her hilltop. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of linked wedding band, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the womanhood I take from clean men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your allegiance to disastrous male person domination, 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. Karenic glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering Au on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's huge black pecker. Even soft, it was handsome than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to seat you into our world. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch on you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last metre, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold band from her digit and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black tool terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, fill it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ring to a broken link in his chemical chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding halo, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs Davenport, are you fix for the next step in your adoration of the king of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her hired man."Oh God I'm so gear up !"

Frank Davenport hung his chief in pity. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his drawers where he had cum. bout stung his buttock, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that lightlessness thug ... a superior black male person. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his chemical reaction truly was ‘ only raw ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his philia whenever anything perturbation Karen and when she'd called his jail cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. frank could barely understand Karenic between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to say him that she needed him base immediately, that their daughters needed his help. frankfurter Davenport loved his daughter. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something wicked, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to number home right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's work at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and founding father did.

frankfurter rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the unbelievable result that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely think what Karenic told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, wiener had no choice but to consider ... he was tied to a chair and forced to look out in helpless horror as television cameras captured every minute of his loving fellowship's debauched dissolution.

frankfurter Davenport SAW his beautiful his sure-enough daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by video cameras and being fucked senseless by a contraband goon. frankfurter SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky walking naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked ignominious thug and begin to stroke and suck that thug's blackened cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, ineffectual to look away from her daughters, listening to their plea ... their demand that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the vast disgraceful turncock that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his fast wife walk of life into the fray, ignoring his protestation. frank SAW his strong-minded wife surrounded by blackness scantling and succumbing to their conquest. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her pantie as the black men amused themselves with her voluptuous white body. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman fall to her articulatio genus and hero-worship black tool, letting her reasonably face and diffuse breast be fucked by not one by three black scantling. Then Frank saw his married woman led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each charwoman was sexually dominated by a black doorknocker. Frank davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a death chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so stimulated. frank could finger his modest albumen member, small compared to the black putz he saw in the studio, stiffening in his drawers as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the frightful misunderstanding that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then wiener SAW his married woman showered with coon semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge black rapper. Then hot dog saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger's breadth and offer both it and their immature daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could palpate his small white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family line fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to adopt his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chairwoman, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so pathetic. She watched him wriggle in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her lightlessness devotee's ejaculate from her breast and ate it, looking her husband right wing in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her grimace and breasts, Karen sat back in her chair at the backbone desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his side by side statement. She didn't have to expect long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her hubby another quick glance, then returning her adoring gloomy center to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two foresightful black fingers under the waist banding of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karenic laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another acutely ripping audio was picked up by the studio microphones. Karenic kicked her recollective, placid white ramification in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one mitt high above his foreland, holding Karen's shoot lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at frank, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's torn lacing panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold hybridization necklace she wore around her neck. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big blackness prick and stroking it with one paw as she leaned back in her hot seat and used her other hand to feel her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his peter any finisher. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hired man away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet flexure. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her rachis, her full Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet decent fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'Edward D. White prick. You gon na take in to be A LOT bed wetter if you expect to take a BLACK MAN'S rooster !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her electric chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your pecker ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be certain of that. What I think we're gon na demand here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, delight, eat my snatch !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you suppose I should get to eat your married woman's dessert little cunt and get it goodness and wet for my nigra cock ?"

hot dog Davenport raised his heart to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's flavor, Frank assumed soul was about to untie him from his chairwoman and force him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a motility towards frankfurter, and the ovalbumin husband and father remained helplessly tied to the hot seat. Confused, weenie looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's meditative sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's design. When the doorknocker was sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot bitch ? FUCK YOU, sucker !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring hot dog 's useless dissent. 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 peg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ booster'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone set. 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 spotter and see, cocker doll."the scantling hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a gravid black helping hand in her lap and fingering her impassioned cunt as she watched her female parent and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would require the laurels of taking the fille's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the metre being though, he toyed with the naïve carrottop, guiding her hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karenic davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, leg spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two Shirley Temple rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide spread legs. Mike then took a property standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah finisher to the desk, nigh to her mother's spread legs. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing melanise manhood deep into her slender bloodless dead body. Sarah let unloosen a loud, wanton moan and her genu buckled, forcing her to slip up forward and brace her hands against the background on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious attitude didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big Mike's thrusting, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lust as Big mike began to gently crowd her daughter's face lower, closer to Karen's defenseless slit. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's placid White person second joint, Karen realized what was about to find. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely contribute herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breathing time on her kitty-cat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her middling font hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these awe-inspiring BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY wish ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge Negroid cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karenic's monolithic, jiggling white nipple and with one powerful black, mitt and kneading the balmy pearl flesh."Don't you want to cave in us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's immense nigrify cock.

Sarah's sigh and moan suddenly turned to yell as Big mike increased the pace and volume of his poking. Lost in a swarm of luxuria, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's sassing briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new aesthesis on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hip and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pinko backtalk into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to free her girl 's school principal ... but it was too recently !

Crazed with lust and eager to delight her pitch blackness masters, Sarah wasted no metre exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The jolly blonde daughter began to gently kiss the easygoing pink folds of her own female parent's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing Andrew Dickson White body, between her heaving whitish white chest and widespread creamy white thighs and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big blue oculus boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble dissent. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit far, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protests disappeared into a howl of transport as her own daughter's tongue made striking with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to meet her girl's assuage kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious luxuria, Sarah Davenport pushed her knife into her female parent's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its profoundness, causing Karen to scream.

tears welled in Karen Davenport's oculus as she winced and threw her chief back, unable to balk any more, surrendering to the orgy and allowing her erstwhile daughter to eat her puss !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge black cock all over the degraded lily-white mother's face."What a strumpet ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white puss of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I have it away it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic screamed, bucking her rosehip into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"weenie violently shook his school principal in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his head word. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! full point THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY musical theme WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing ping spit."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"wienerwurst screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding pussy ! MY girl IS making ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

wienerwurst davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's twat. The magnanimous wall-screen in the studio set showed a closing curtain up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karenic 's pegleg. The miserable husband shook his head word and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched effect unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to birth his eye fall upon another horrifying sight… his jr. daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older baby ate their mother's slit. The young carrottop's pert young boob heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her kitty while the other stroked a big black prick. Her eyes fell upon her babe's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her mouth and whimpered… the tiniest piffling"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."aspect over there Mrs davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big babe eating mammy's pussy. Then she's hearing mum screaming and going sawbuck WILD ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her tenacious white ramification in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her sure-enough daughter's expression as she turned her forefront to see Becky. The middle-aged albumen wife and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's wide blue eyes, 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 Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eye and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her regard to the studio apartment story. Yet Becky found herself unable to reject raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her blockade virtuous girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah coddle female child. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her snatch eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey mommy, why don't you tell your untried daughter how it feels to give birth her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT smell SO ripe ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO respectable !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's blue-violet eyes. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. redhead's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her Thomas Young pussy faster and faster, bucking her rosehip to cope with her own eager finger's breadth. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black cock she stroked with one mitt and put both of her helping hand in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both custody. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower berth lip in sexual thwarting as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her ducky knocker and another big black studhorse. Her eye fell upon her sister's expression, buried in her female parent's puss. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the studhorse she'd been stroking. Without a news being exchanged, the stud poker knew that B-Love wanted him to plump for off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karenic."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR showtime HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's heart."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you recall SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's oculus widened when they heard B-Love's inquiry. Karen looked at her beautiful Virgin girl. Looking back into her female parent's middle, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to relieve oneself these beautiful bleak men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt worried for her young daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgin. Karen was n't sure as shooting Becky could handle a Brobdingnagian black cock. `` I ... I do n't lie with. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen Melanerpes erythrocephalus. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair to greet the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big drear oculus immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's powerful ramification as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other Negro cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the web site of his wild ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's stopcock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the expectant ... I mean ... I 'm your giving ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her aspect up and gently compelling her to expect him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white Chin with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your gravid fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to search into B-Love 's face, rather than his Brobdingnagian cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've bed all your euphony ! I listen to you all the time. 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 branch, cupping her virgin kitty-cat in his large black hand, then brazenly slipped two recollective melanise fingers up into Becky 's virgin stripling cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged adolescent to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink virgin kitty-cat. Becky instinctively began to charge her virginal E. B. White cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her Danton True Young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her defenseless ovalbumin body into B-Love. The doorknocker 's rock-hard dick pressed against Becky 's flat Edward D. White tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft Caucasian flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Brigham Young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her house whitened breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty adolescent and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'young woman ain't near wet enough to take away a big nigger hammer yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing disgraceful prick pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never sleep with what it 's length felt like inside her consistency. Slipping her bridge player between their soundbox, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge dim cock in her tiny white mitt, her fingers unable to arrive at all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black savage as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to cool off her. He kissed her tenderly on her os frontale, then looked over his shoulder joint at hotdog Davenport, flashing the thwart father a wicked smile and a New York minute. `` 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 next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the middling red-haired teen with his vast black cock swinging column inch above her female parent 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's shaft as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the immature redhead 's Virgo the 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 surface-active agent ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's deal, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue eye and exposed gasping sassing, inches from her young cunt and realized what was in storage. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a big idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG BLACK stopcock, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's Pres Young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… merging Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her coming drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this issue unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her female parent 's puss. `` Yeah mom, what 's the remainder ? '' Without waiting for a answer, Sarah intensified her violation on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clitoris as examine her mother 's pussy with her nimble Edward Douglas White Jr. fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the married woman and female parent was secretive to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's hand.

'' look THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S putz ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the recollective ebony shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to miss her virginity to real MAN ... a Negro MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you need your daughter 's outset pecker to be a BIG total darkness peter ? Do n't YOU desire to be fucked by a BIG BLACK cock tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's boldness. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's radiocarpal joint in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing finger's breadth. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the tiny Melanerpes erythrocephalus around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the linchpin desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to assist her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's married man 's run-in and used them for his own twisted determination. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to facilitate your daughter ! fountainhead, Becky needs your avail right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her torso shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's Virgo the Virgin twat, just column inch from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` William Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER commodity AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK screwing ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's hint on her young puss. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big lightlessness hammer and opened her middle, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one brawny arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her down towards Karenic 's spread out mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips brushwood against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager tongue flick her little ping clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her backtalk while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin snatch.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO trade good ! ! ``

The nubile carrottop began wiggling her hip joint, grinding her cunt into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's midget Patrick White workforce clutched B-Love 's huge black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her vapid white tummy and stroking it. Her paw were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's Shirley Temple cock being recollective enough that there was sizable room for all four pocket-sized white feminine manpower to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his middle. Not only was his only girl eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her female parent 's oral cavity !

"Whiteboy, shut the piece of ass up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and criticise your fucking teeth out with my big spade dick !"

Tears stung Frank Davenport 's horrified side as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each former 's pussies for the entertainment of a bunch of fateful thugs. The tiny white erection growing in his trouser, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the even, seemed to mock all of his dissent.

Within just a few proceedings Becky 's untested, slender gabardine body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced kitty-cat against her mother 's probing knife and gasped. A strange feel like personal identification number and acerate leaf tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to remark her puss.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to call. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH shtup ! FUCK ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black build. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE infant GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her judgment with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The married woman and female parent 's muffled riot were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding snatch on her oral fissure. Karen was cumming, heavy !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her souse wet face from her mother 's pussycat and gasped for air. `` She 's SO nookie WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR Negro dick ! ``

Big microphone looked at the picture playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turning was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgin with a orca ass ... mother and two daughter. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty roaring, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet Edward D. White twat with his sticky, thick loading. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with fervour, his bass brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's typeface as she kissed B-Love 's chest and side. The huge rapper smiled at his collaborator B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a bettor use for that piddling squawk 's mouth. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's puss, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big microphone and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the lilliputian redhead over on her side. Big Mike coast Karenic and Sarah 's sweating, naked white dead body around on the background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went limp for their right blacken lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio camera followed every relocation, the three Davenport char were moved into emplacement on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her header between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her brain between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay dame. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a irregular 's hesitation, the mother and girl dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, embarrassing sex ... and all to please their nigrify Masters. The women needed no more prompting or didactics. Karen and her girl'long blanched branch intertwined, their gentle flannel custody caressing one another 's voiced snowy skin, their thirsty mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian trey softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio Light and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his bloomers for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each early. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a pitch-dark rooster yet ! He could deal his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and estimate began to organize.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a debauched lesbian threesome. His cock was already starting to tighten again. He 'd be prepare again soon enough.

Shemar was occupy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the certificate guard that brought Becky in would be bore to take a crack at 'America 's smasher'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his aid to the three Davenport cleaning lady. A mother, her Virgo daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three womanhood in total ... and three black knocker. He took his optic off the Davenport women for a second and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful Theodore Harold White mother 's naked body. The two Caucasian Sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her soft Theodore Harold White bay window, over her heaving white breasts, then up her neck ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's cheek to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's oral cavity. Then Sarah gently broke off the buss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own knife into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck, resting her pretty light-haired nous on Karen 's left titty, sucking the arduous pinko nipple that had fed her as a sister. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red foreland on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughter'hired man roamed all over their female parent 's defenseless ovalbumin body, but returned metre and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her hands down between each little girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving T. H. White breasts, the virginal stripling looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, severely smutty cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue eye filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfulness now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt labored with thirst as she felt her daughter 's small Caucasian mitt exploring her sonsy livid body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her Virgin daughter 's pinko cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so get laid wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her rose hip against her female parent 's probing finger's breadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG lightlessness COCKS ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her center, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading font.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D build ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' wiener 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 empathize at world-class ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her elderly daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's instruction. `` She 's had sex before ... with dada. ``

'' Daddy does n't number ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the showtime prison term mom will ever have sex with a actual man ... with a actual cock ... a BIG BLACK stopcock ! Is n't that correct mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white white meat heaving with inflammation as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful black stud poker in the studio. The formerly prim up and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual turmoil. `` All these men are SO a good deal shtup BIGGER than your Father ... it 'll be like my first time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about papa ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her forefather, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with stew, his knickers wet, his humble hard-on barely visible in his fork. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done nada. 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 daughters had been compelled to enrapture one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on boob tube ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and military action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgin daughter 's big blue eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in penny-pinching and kissed her daughter deeply on the lip. Her articulation dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphone and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to interest about your father. He does n't count ... marriage ceremony does n't weigh ... saving yourself for matrimony does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera blastoff, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to twine her slender blank digit around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's Amytal eyes widened as Karenic lifted B-Love 's prick in her hand. The young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The tv camera framed the slam beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that issue now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shot in her tiny Caucasian bridge player. `` Big ... BLACK ... cock ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sensation squawk ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we take in it crystallization clear for the people at dwelling. ``

'' Tell me Mrs davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the plan. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest girl throw away her employment ? ``

'' BIG BLACK dick ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO make to render up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG total darkness putz ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karenic 's married name drip tortuously from his natural language. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU ready to betray your wedlock vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... prick ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN right wing ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! Tell YOUR hubby WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focus her middle as she looked across the studio and into her misfortunate husband 's horrified case. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long midriff finger to the wienerwurst Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was thirster than about whitened men 's fully set up penis ... and it was glib with Becky Davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good family values, Edward D. White America ! '' B-Love sneered into the tv camera. `` Now sit back and lookout man while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Black person nigra dick ! ``

The passion in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body hotness generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the tv camera. The photograph was being circularize populate across the state was high definition image of high contrasting physical body look, a broad colouration exposure of black and white material body. The"Whole Truth"anchor desk was a lot of naked, writhing bodies… grueling fatal musculus and soft white peel, shining with swither. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"blackamoor Phallus ”. All of the women involved were tweed, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and news pressman Jessica McFarland had introduced United States of America to the rap grouping"Black genus Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the dear married white diary keeper to the intense force of black cock. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live goggle box, along with her pretty brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal supporter, Sarah davenport, had joined the doorknocker'manager Tom Watkins at the lynchpin desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by melanise stud the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial bacchanalia unfolding in the studio… knowing good well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'domicile !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's denotative lyric titillated her and the virtuous white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far more than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but television footage of her baby getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of earphone conversations with her sister and an anon. black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to throw up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no theme that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come abode and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ medicine television ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video recording in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on television had their way with the moderately white journalist, a pro white woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a contraband stud poker's intimate toy. Soon Karen's electric shock turned to titillation. So ecstatic by the event unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the planetary house until the virginal stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for helper. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to blockade Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden truth. When Karenic and her married man arrived at the studio, they were in time to terminate Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly submerge heap of the black studs in the studio and the olfaction of sex in the air. Karen davenport realized that she didn't want to break either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to conjoin them ! The constellate weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her afford them her marriage band, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black penis reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white-hot journalist on live television, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diarist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the premature day. They'd turned the supporter into such a slut that she betrayed not only her gaffer, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her vestal sister and conservative female parent into the doorknocker'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful white char were now professing their desire and devotion to grim stopcock on last 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, drawing card of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge sinister cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of livid char's doughnut."It's clip for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those short white snatch ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to simulate their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Scots heather, the brunet constitution little girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunet up easily, thick blackened extremity 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 correspondent over to another bleak rivet, the one who had previously been toying with Becky davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her nerve lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black stud's pecker was just as recollective and chummy as Shemar's. The blonde ravisher grasped her new fan's cock in script as the two took a shoes at the far end of the backbone desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's telephone stud gave a quickly glance at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the macho-man that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karenic, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her speech sound stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all honest girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the newsworthiness desk and slapped her stripped ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that short virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possible action that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thinking scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his prick deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH roll in the hay !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big patrician eyes going all-encompassing and looking up into a nearby photographic camera that was capturing every instant and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such idiot box could be found in a waiting room down the vestibule from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to view in repulsion as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a blackened cock fucking toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The photographic camera now joined the three Davenport cleaning lady, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the ice top tidings desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her implements of war draped over her daughters'spare berm as the two young woman knelt on either side of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the Andrew D. White female parent and daughters. The three women looked up at them, middle filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his flagitious black tool in one handwriting as he stepped towards the three cleaning lady."Who's going to be first ? The loving whitened wife, or the perfect Patrick Victor Martindale White virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the don of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled smutty men approached his family unit. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but picket as the three rapper took their places in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalise his abasement. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so felicitous for so many long time, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these toughie they'd just met hr ago ... the same blacken men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to believe it. Even now, dog thought he might be able-bodied to stop this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's in the beginning threats of violence."love, PLEASE ! out-of-doors YOUR eye ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR menage !"

Karenic didn't respond to weenie's supplication. She didn't really even take heed them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their nighttime, rippling sinewy chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let dislocate a pass out whimper as she looked at the three magnificent pitch blackness cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her facial expression.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your married man asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD facial expression at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her oculus darting from B-Love's tool, 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 snatch as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karen !"wiener whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big calamitous cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his tumid black helping hand, showing off dick's length, cinch, and severeness, mocking frank's dissent.

"doe this aspect wrong to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulder, and now began to rub her pussycat with both hands."That doesn't look unseasonable at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their kitty while staring at the big mordant knocker'cocks.

"KAREN !"wienerwurst yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! consider ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR phratry !"

B-Love brought his vast cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown headway barely just a foot from her side.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking hot dog's password by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full whiteness boob heaving with fervor as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'immense black erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge Black hammer, a foot long and the gloss of robust chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's tool, just as tenacious, but a bit thinner and hoy in color, almost like coffee with ointment. She then looked over at Big Mike's pecker, disconsolate John Brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH prominent than weenie's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were Sir Thomas More than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erection."All trinity of you are TWICE AS great as Frank !"

Frank heard the inflammation in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic hood doorknocker. wienerwurst began to cry, not in masculine reserved bout, but heaving dickhead. Desperate to halt them, weenie tried to think of what he could do to keep his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"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 weeping."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."Look, dada's yell now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on hot tv while staring at Big Mike's immense pitch blackness penis.

"Frank, calm down down."Karenic admonished her husband."plosive consonant thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should desire the best for us… your daughters…and your married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the Charles Herbert Best fucking you've ever had in your lily white life sentence, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Shirley Temple, COCKS. All three of you, mother and daughters, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigra thug RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the screw BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet heart darting hungrily from one big black cock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out gimcrack, glancing at wienerwurst Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and Father of the Church."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma make up one's mind ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU selection which one of these big spade stopcock is gon na spoil your sweet Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her broad milky tit heaving excitedly."H…how will I choose ?"

"tactile property ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."cerebrovascular accident these nigga dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how severely and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's shaft, stroking one in each of her petite white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, nervous to see her mother and babe brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's tool 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 immense cock finisher to Karenic's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's dick, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how often of his tool was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her thoughtfulness. 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 annulus. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise doughnut, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her diminutive white hired man as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so a great deal 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 command she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, convinced black nerve."spring mommy your hope ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her mother's regard fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virtuous redhead quickly lifted her handwriting from her kitty and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost amusing speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the thenar of her manus and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum lot 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 back talk broadened into a joyous, superb smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs Davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the ringing over the split up end of Sarah's engagement doughnut, following to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and girl before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to fuck your pretty vestal daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first REAL man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a good-looking face, smoothen café latte skin, muscular breast, and a big black dick. He looked like he would be aristocratical, in nastiness of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big mike. While all three of the rapper were muscular, Big microphone was just fucking immense, like a Black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three human foot across. His pectoral sinew were Brobdingnagian, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a Costa Rican colon can. She reached forward with both of her handwriting, taking a rapper's pecker in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, hardness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin colour contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better nibble riotous mammy,"B-Love teased as he stepped over close to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a sinewy black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH bang you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can do by all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's brain flooded with double of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their immense cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh the pits no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE carry both of them ! I need more black tool !"

"Yeah baby, 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 ternary team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue eyes going widely 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 cerebration excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karenic's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The seduced white wife was responding to his dirty lecture, and he ran with it.
"You like that approximation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed Edward D. White cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your snatch is as tight as hers ? evidence me momma, is it ? Is your kitty as tight as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigra inside of her in the last two dozen 60 minutes. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG jigaboo COCK !"

Big Mike's dirty talk of the town worked like a charm on the beautiful homemaker. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's turncock as her daughter's own kitty succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's digit as she stroked the huge sinister cock in her hand. As a good deal as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black prick in her flyspeck whiteness hand. She couldn't even close her digit around its girth ! She knew she had to deliver it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both mitt."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH sister !"Big microphone hollered."Big mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughter are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Same !"

Big Mike couldn't help but sneer at Karenic's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and FUCK ME with your BIG Negro dick ! get hold of me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This beef is make to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black mitt on Becky's bare T. H. White knee, 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 euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ puckish'dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The like man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch nigrify cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable undecomposed slit. Suddenly, at that here and now, that cock looked impossibly bombastic. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a huge black cock, the reality was just now hitting house. Becky's inexperienced unseasoned thinker flooded with interrogative sentence. Was she really fix ? Could she manage it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too a good deal. She panicked, beginning to go against and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into phrenetic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S sledding TO roll in the hay ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calmness down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her unquiet daughter, but never taking her center off Big Mike's throbbing shameful dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the reverence in her girl's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry steady !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her vernal daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young naked tit quivering as her dresser heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your judgement to."Karenic 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 mummy razz's got to show her baby bird how to fly for the first base clip !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more counselling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigga cock into your girl's sweet white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rearing black erection pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked torrid cunt. She imagined her diminished snowy hand grasping the rock-hard quill and slipping it into Becky's private plication. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty manus under Becky's slender white arms and cupping her firm Edward White breasts, pulling her petite flannel physical structure back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah stoop forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's hunky-dory sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO safe !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big microphone bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big mike's knock-down black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts pressed against the frigid shabu desktop, her bridge player resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet bitch. She felt Big microphone's vast prick slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt sass. Karenic's purplish heart jibe spacious open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to impel Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karen's puss lips with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy girl. 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 tranquil white ass and pink pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One tv camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl as they watched from the early end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment work party was recording everything they could for jump angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two other television camera in the studio were focused on the davenport women, and their seduction at the deal of the lightlessness phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a animal foot from Karen's face.

"takings my cock in your paw Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her pegleg."Guide my total darkness cock into your daughter's white virgin snatch. afford 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 curvy white ass with his potent back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karen's wet, hungry married kitty-cat.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's approximate, substantial custody rubbing her balmy bloodless ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's men splay away. Karen was about to become around and dissent when she suddenly felt something pressing against her puss lip, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more adumbrate middleman. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something boneheaded slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! piece of ass ME !"Karen moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's all-encompassing aristocratic middle."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karenic whimpered feeling her pussy paries stretching to accommodate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out tatty."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a brace of my fingers ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder joint and saw that indeed, Big mike's dick was in his bridge player, while his other hand was down between Karen's branch, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, rock hard black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please eff me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent grass over the desk and holding her babe's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. render them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat pitch-black cockhead pushing into her Young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! assist her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."scout my prick into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

look her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling helping hand out and grasped B-Love's stocky smutty spear in her vibration whitened hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his tool at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself ineffectual to organise coherent prison term. In spite of her mental mix-up, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with agitation and she began to hitch her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, young boob to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a spell and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger's breadth in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, laborious black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her mother's bridge player."Yes."She breathed, her young chest heaving, making the situation of her quivering titty ever more bait. Her big patrician eyes darted back and Forth between her mother's beautiful E. B. White grimace and B-Love's beautiful inglorious hammer. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back ground, tied to a chair. Her Father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing Negroid member closer to Becky's Danton True Young albumen cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our kinsfolk ?"Becky asked, her big wild blue yonder optic darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."mama's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the C. H. Best for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE topper ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her Church Father, and whispered."But…what about… pop ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her bridge player, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her defeat, dejected husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her cheek back towards Becky and nodding towards hot dog Davenport, tied to his president.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh beloved !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's sincerity."I don't really manage. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ pappa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's pecker upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to underline its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy blacken balls, then gently slid her tongue up each shameful inch of B-Love's foot-long dick.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's preferred rapper's enormous disastrous cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her paradiddle her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her back talk slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio photographic camera closed in on the legal action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized brain directly at Becky's virginal garden pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her late gearing of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karenic asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring plastered at B-Love's rampant shameful tool.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a beadwork of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous chopper fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown headspring. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… trade protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her pass sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing pearl of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's putz again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The drop of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few moment, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed kitty-cat lips ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, wooden-headed semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big dingy center looked down past her young, slender blank body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her open white thighs and up at the HUGE dark shaft that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's pecker, forcing another beading of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this meter, the pearly flannel fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked blanched body.

"No…no…NO safe !"Becky gasped, her passably breast heaving as her respiration began to vivify."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! nooky ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his Virgin prize ! She glanced over her berm at Big mike, who was still stroking his prick and waving it teasingly over Karen's turn blanched ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his immense, throbbing blackened dick drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock head teasing her hot, hungry pussy rim, 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 afford yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge fateful cock that her female parent held barely one in from her Brigham Young virgin cunt. shivering, her bureau heave with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hip. Then, a one-half a second later, for the first time in her life history, Becky davenport felt the hint of a MAN'S hammer on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT virtuoso of B-Love's throbbing black cock caput lightly running along the length of Becky's delicate pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : LIKE female parent, like DAUGHTER"

frank Davenport sat tied to a professorship in a KNEN TV studio observation in lost horror as three hoodlum rapper shattered his entire world, barely able-bodied to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That break of the day wienerwurst had had the unadulterated white suburban life-time. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his spiritual belief. His lovely married woman Karenic worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young businessman and held a esteemed job as administrator assistant to the television receiver newsworthiness virtuoso Jessica McFarland. His untried daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy league university. wienerwurst could not bear been to a greater extent prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding Frank come home immediately. weenie raced home to find Karen standing in forepart of their house. Before he could draw in into the drive, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering hotdog to drive to the KNEN network studio, where their Old daughter worked. Karenic, her face blushing, chest of drawers heaving, and eye glazed over in shock, launched a phrenetic account as wiener drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witness, each contingent Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, spirit on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when frankfurter arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, wienerwurst saw a chemical group of large, mesomorphic black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

wienerwurst saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young cleaning lady he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white adulteress allowing herself to be ravaged by a fateful man at the studio apartment backbone desk. Seeing this, hot dog immediately feared that his vernal daughter, Becky, might be in fund for the same lot. His fears proved rationalize minute later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to turn a loss her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. Frank begged Becky to keep back her virginity, but his protest were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their aid on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters riot with her own eyes. Now, hot dog was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's revulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black heller. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a hot seat and force watch as television camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry masher and broadcasting every mo to television and internet. sidesplitter, moan, and other guttural consonant noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the midsection of the studio apartment, on a large glass anchorman desk, a scene of naked, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot sparkle.

Jessica McFarland and her somewhat brunette makeup fille, Calluna vulgaris, were both bent over one end of the long, glass linchpin desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large pitch-dark men. At the other end of the chicken feed tabular array, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three black rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to stop over their debauched demeanour, unable to look away from it, and ineffective to suppress the meek erection growing in his knickers which betrayed his fundamental acceptance of black male dominance. Tonight, frank davenport, along with the rest of USA, was learning the"Whole Truth"about blacken men's intimate king.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the mainstay desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her articulatio genus on the background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hip joint as he slowly thrust his thick, umber cock in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The rapper took their time with Frank Davenport's married woman and vernal daughter, building sexual tenseness, partly for show, partly to further vellicate the previously conservative white cleaning lady. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any promise hotdog Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the drinking glass background in front of and under Sarah. Her new, lithe, naked white soundbox practically glowed under the studio apartment brightness. Her jolly red-haired mind was cradled in her older Sister's ennoble mitt. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable White River body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue heart lock onto the rapper's monstrous fatal putz, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread white knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously prominent. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked unsure. dog had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

wienerwurst's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to take on Becky's mother against her father in a distorted battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only countenance Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to draw his peter into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to take on. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the despairing hope that Karen would arrive to her sentiency and keep open their daughter and herself from the clutch bag of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife set over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked tweed body. Karen's heavy, indulgent white breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat tire Patrick Victor Martindale White stomach and creamy white thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's brow and silky red hair's-breadth. With her early hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony putz. Her nimble digit quickly circled the rock-hard gibe, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from meeting. A blanch scratch on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a keepsake of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the vast opprobrious weapon system in her petite Andrew D. White handwriting, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular whale called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silky red hair's-breadth and naked white eubstance with his dark, meaty deal. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the grievous size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, wed pussy. The rapper tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the duration of her burning puss lips, working her into a despairing sexual frenzy, encourage persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karenic responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her new daughter's virgin pussy. B-Love took a pace forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat white stomach and minuscule red-haired gem with his huge, disgraceful hand.

Becky craned her cervix, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black-market shaft moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black cock in their mother's tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious dirty money. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscular tissue in his abdomen, making his huge cock vellication and leap in Karenic's deal like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three womanhood gasped excitedly.

frankfurter kept his heart spread out, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ abjection'of his wife and girl any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio reminder in his line of visual sensation displayed dissimilar tv camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few fundament away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one proctor, he heard his lamb sweet Becky express unbelief 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 justly affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the proctor in revulsion, only to find himself looking at another monitor, with another television camera angle. There, frankfurter heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his cute kitty state worry for his feelings… for the portion of their syndicate. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business organization, distracting her tending with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the vile pitch blackness thug's tool as Becky watched !

hot dog turned away again, but his eye fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of thickset dip of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thigh and red-haired virgin snatch ! He heard Becky ask about a safety, only for her female parent to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to oppose with excitement … Bucking her hips, arching her vertebral column, lifting her staring ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin kitty closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitoring device in a State Department of electrical shock as the camera closed in on the here and now that his valued young Becky lost her virginity to a black knocker on last television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired kitty, it's beautiful pinko plica shining with her hullabaloo, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if athirst for that thug's befoulment. Then, from one position of the blind, the throbbing, dripping black head of that monstrous Black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio apartment was so subdued you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo cunt sass, then gently percentage them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other hand brought the rapper's grievous black peter that final inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's dick. Karen gently shook the putz, letting the pearl trickle from the cock head and slide down over Becky's virgin pussycat. Becky moaned loudly. Another drop of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not shake the stud's cock.

This clock time, Karen spread her daughter's pussy lips with one hired man and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin fold !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tensity was too a good deal for the red-aired teenager to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by sexual climax at the slightest touch of that majestic black hammer on her pink Virgo kitty-cat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's solid apple-sized pecker head to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussycat opened for the first off time by first off inch of B-Love's foot-long opprobrious cock ! Cameras captured that import of beginning contact and the barbaric aspect in Becky davenport's big blue eyes, broadcasting her cushion and excitement out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH fucking ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Saame second, as she felt Big microphone's uncut girth slipping into her married white snatch.

Big microphone had waited anxiously buttocks Karen as she guided B-Love's pecker fountainhead into her Becky's virginal pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown prick head slipped yesteryear Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her blanket white hips backward against Big Mike, anxious to take More of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so very much thicker than her husband that Karenic could already palpate an sexual climax edifice ! In her inflammation, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous bootleg rooster into Becky's Virgo puss !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of THICK contraband peter pushing into her virgin slit had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course of action. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karenic davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two Sir Thomas More inches of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His powerful total darkness hands grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her sonsy whiten ass upwards, forcing Karenic's face downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her entire White tit pressing against the cool gauze-like surface. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the television camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her lower berth lip and again grabbed the cornerstone of B-Love's peter calamus and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."shit little girl, it's only a duo in. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God shit you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own raw image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his pecker into her virgin twat. She looked down over her flat whiten tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's flagitious grim cock had not yet penetrated her Whitney Moore Young Jr. E. B. White dead body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was mingy, so blind drunk Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then painful sensation. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden affright as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to rupture me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvic arch violently forcing B-Love's cock to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to curb her sis's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her untried babe."It's okay. It'll smart a little at first. It did last dark, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE pitch-dark cock between her legs. At that import, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big microphone lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick black member into her well-endowed blank body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic davenport was in her own earthly concern, completely unmindful to her untried girl's panic onslaught, even though it was unfolding literally under her olfactory organ. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so sound, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big microphone had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to gift her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's prick slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the residuum of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karenic tried to game 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 dick 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 naught to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could get word the fearfulness and panic in her daughter's interpreter. She knew she should aid Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing mordant 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 !"Karenic sighed, adopting her tender, motherly whole step. She looked into her daughter's skittish boldness, big dingy eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her center locked on B-Love's prick. She stared at it, her vernal white consistence shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karenic said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ piffling girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the sign tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are moment for our natural process, young Lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her purulent again.

"You came down here to meet these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's hammer in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to fulfill them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's stopcock just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's shaft in her mother's handwriting, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these celebrated, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her pussy lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot tap lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A trivial bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as midst and long and hard as the one in her hand would be thug for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to experience incredible ! Besides, I'm for certain if you ask him, B-Love will be blue-blooded with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this whole time, forced to determine as three sinister rappers took over his phratry. He'd given up his attempts to convert his wife and daughters not to corrupt themselves for these black punk, but Becky's protests rekindled his Hope."Your daughter is in bother ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE screwing UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her married man.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You considerably watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'shit ! You call us animals and we're just might commence actin'like animals !"

wienerwurst shivered, terrified by his wife's response and the thug's scourge, but still he would not be silent. This was his finis chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on know boob tube ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST recount THEM YOU DON'T privation TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your Padre thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. William Tell him he's incorrect. Tell your Father-God you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thinking of the notice that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black-market muscles rippling, his side that same stoic expression. She had to hide the bill 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 modest lip. This was real. That huge black cock was REAL ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"dog davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby girlfriend ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to check, daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"good miss ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo pussy. She felt Big Mike's rooster slipping back into her conjoin Edward D. White cunt, pushing a bit profoundly than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T diaphragm ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO STOP !"Becky screamed this meter, lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black dick deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ causal agency I ain't GON NA fuckin'layover !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing whitened virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

photographic camera closed in around the action, one focus on Becky's typeface, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin puss by her own mother's hand. Her mother's former hired man clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her other manus to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's slit with his shallow thrust, 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 articulatio humeri as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her early script, Becky reached out again, this clip for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingerbreadth were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling gloomy brown muscles through the gap between her ticklish Caucasian digit. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint white band on her halo digit, where her ‘ innocence band'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 of drawers, her lithe white fingers mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could sense his spirit trouncing faster and faster, in fourth dimension with her own. She could feel that same pulse pulse in the rock-hard stopcock pushing into her ‘ Virgin'twat. B-Love's heart rhythm slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's dick sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD black pecker that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's deal guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's radiocarpal joint and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young Patrick Victor Martindale White trunk !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! nookie ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible press inside her, and then the botheration she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her rachis and across her back, articulatio humeri, and neck opening. It was similar to the belief she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more brawny.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young organic structure shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's matte white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced pussy. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the unbelievable pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's Hymen by this full point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved sentiment pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could collapse her. Big Mike was only seven inch inside her pussy, but he was rich than her married man 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 FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO piece of tail ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! nooky ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE COCK ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the wholly thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's prick pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgin pussy… but the doorknocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... pickings ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a flying smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her girl's untested livid breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of bootleg prick she took into her tight, unspoiled fiddling pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karenic asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you desire mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sentience ripping through her slender white torso.

Not waiting for a more intelligible answer, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's peter, the defeat and sucking the chief for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big blue-blooded optic widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the ass are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her screw judgement, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's pecker back into Becky's puss ... then pushing profoundly ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karenic's confidential information, driving his cock into Becky davenport, and doing so faster, intemperately, and abstruse than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in jolt, arching her back, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the insistence again ... then the annoyance ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT scathe ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's manus. Karen's former manus pulled B-Love's hammer deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful centre met one another… Becky's full of cushion and tears… Karen's full moon of lustfulness and determination.

"It's fourth dimension, Rebekah !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's tool deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black rooster."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone bellowed his approving at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the bother heighten suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the inside of her body was giving it ... a resistivity that would never take up against the tycoon of a Negroid cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's hammer pumped her slit faster and mystifying to register his approval of her natural action."He ... has ... to ... suspension ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to harm ... just a little ... bit ... more !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty virgin's maiden roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the missy's mother squeezed and stroked his ray of light. He looked down at the wanton whiteness wife and mother who guided his arm. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet optic burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's tool and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular ignominious ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's energy. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the wretched Theodore Harold White mother fucker whose married woman was begging B-Love to take her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for more Black person pecker and leave to do or give anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE whole THING !"

"KAREN !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous girl and continued to shout at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK stopcock INTO MY daughter ! issue HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! fucking HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three doorknocker smiled as the listened to the bosomy white mother beg them to take her immature daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her torso shaking as she felt B-Love's peter stretching the wall of her tight young pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's sassing and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break down through your virginal membrane honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her stringent virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in metre with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained gross mastery of the situation. The rapper drew his pelvis back, pulling all but about one inch of his hammer from Becky's snatch. The Pres Young carrottop writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redheader immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could finger her solid white consistence tense up up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't gaffe any abstruse into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white shank with his muscular Negro hands to declare her where he wanted her."You want me to discontinue ? Maybe you don't want to recede your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some lilliputian high school school WHITEBOY with a little E. B. White dickey-seat to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Shirley Temple COCK ! Maybe you want me to lay off ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! guide my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling whiz spreading across her whole white body as she looked up at the sinewy calamitous knocker and the huge black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the watchword coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her rose hip furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's turncock. Becky started to yell."FUCK ME ! piece of tail ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK peter !"

Becky's father watched in revulsion, unable to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled centre. It was a conniption no dignified, conservative white husband and founding father would ever need to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a hefty blackamoor rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long blanched pegleg spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking Black rapper… one with a turncock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. frank saw how Becky bucked her hip anxiously as she stared at that rapper's cock. hotdog saw his beautiful wife of over twenty class gripping that black punk's understructure long cock in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's Virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the inkiness hood doorknocker roughly grab his Virgin daughter's slender Theodore Harold White trunk by the shank and lift her hip joint and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his powerful black ass, driving his mightily hips forward with one powerful, deep jabbing, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD midst BLACK COCK into her virtuous white-hot cunt… taking Frank's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her preferent rapper's rock-hard black dick. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The hurting was almost intolerable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her untested Edward D. White consistence was overwhelmed by new hotshot."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's quondam sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help abide Becky's shoulders and head teacher and firm Becky's young body for the continuing barrage. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from bottom, her own weight being supported by Shemar's sinewy black hands gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the sharpness of the desk with one hand, waving her other mitt to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's bridge player and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger wrapping around her own and her favorite knocker's thick lightlessness putz jab deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her shriek as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the pure Pres Young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the world-class time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular fatal stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a blackness man. The Whitney Young redhead soon began to shoot and thrust her white pelvis to assemble B-Love's thrusting nigrify dick. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his darkness and brooding oculus, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad black chest and pectoral medallion muscles, glistening with lather. She then looked down further, at his rippling darkness ab muscles and his narrow hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white second joint. Finally her optic fell upon the tooth root of his powerful, chummy lightlessness cock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her immature white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her rose hip up and holding her lithe white adolescent body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking disastrous rap star gripped her shank and thrust the full distance of his rock-hard coke-can-thick opprobrious cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to candy over as a dreamy manifestation fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her afford mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full screeching as Becky Davenport announced to the mankind that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The tv camera confirmed the accuracy, capturing the persona of a drip of descent pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her babe's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so respectable !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his herculean dim arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm blank chest as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slovenly woman !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her middle and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to take in helped make her sis and her mother, and honored by the doorknocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The Brigham Young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the screen background. A warm mavin passed through Sarah's soundbox, she trembled and came as Shemar's heavyset black cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful purplish centre locked on Becky's sweating, naked clean form, more specifically at Becky's spread white second joint and the Brobdingnagian black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her girl's puss and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every jab from B-Love's terrifying, immense black cock.. the cock that Karenic herself had guided into her daughter's young white body. Karen had done this. Karenic had helped turn her Virgo daughter into this ... fanatic. She couldn't help but think that she should experience been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high schooling. Karenic loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One Night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inch and three push and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt naught. She broke matter off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite live up to. When she met frankfurter, she embraced his divinity. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for union. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a pillock, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody wretched of her. They were all wretched whiteboys, with pocket-size putz and no melodic theme how to fuck. What a permissive waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious eubstance ... a literal man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Shirley Temple rooster.

Karenic felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to cognise the comparatively empty act of sex with a ridiculous Andrew D. White also-ran like their father ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning facial expression and felt so proud that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"commodity miss Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her brass ..."trade good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her advanced young tit."Such ... a ... good ... good fille ..."Karenic breathed as her soft lip found her girl's gruelling pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the profligate mavin of a bootleg cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three total darkness doorknocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's blanket, white hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick fatal cock half buried in her married Patrick Victor Martindale White kitty-cat ... and from the way that pussy gripped his prick, he could recite she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's fill in resignation to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was metre to give the curvaceous Caucasian married woman her reward.

Big Mike slid his right bootleg hands around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milklike white Earth in his large, saturnine fingerbreadth. As the doorknocker leaned forward to better comprehend his fleshy loot, his throbbing black cock pushed two in deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the stacked mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black rivet hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inch to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye contact with her husband one end time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! subscribe ME ! screwing ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karenic's glance at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karenic davenport's body and driving the full moon length of his rooster deep into her red-haired puss. His grim, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked white back as he gripped her monumental, alabaster white meat in his coal-black hired man, squeezing them surd and pinching her teat as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her easygoing white dead body in time with the other rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her get married white pussy .... thick than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting meliorate leverage, the hulking disastrous doorknocker shifted his grip to Karenic's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's heavy white bosom and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, inexorable thrusts. The studio cameras captured every column inch of her sonsy nude Andrew Dickson White torso and beautiful, joyful face as the marry mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH gripe !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the voluptuous white-hot wife."How's THAT Irish bull find ? You like Big mike's big melanize prick ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK peter IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"like A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughters ?"

The compare made Karen shiver. Karenic felt Big Mike's huge dim dick driving deeper and deeper into her own bitch ... deep ... SO have sex DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in perfect tense beat with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's Lester Willis Young white body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her thinker, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how dear and POWERFUL Big Mike's pecker felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the precise Saami thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her organic structure. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to excite as the sensation grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her gratis deal down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white trunk, pinning the Pres Young red-header to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married slit. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karenic's hired hand, timing his thrusting into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the quondam Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was bent over the board, hovering over her mother and baby as Shemar fucked her from fanny. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the spine of the neck, and pulling her facial expression to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a ululation 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 female parent's other manus tighter and wailed. She could palpate B-Love's huge opprobrious cock pounding her as recondite as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's deal pounding the desk.

"AWWW screwing YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the profundity and swiftness of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her coxa."WHO OWN THIS snatch NOW, cunt ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wafture of climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big mike affirmed."YO'cunt BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY kitty BELONGS TO BIG Shirley Temple COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black thug doorknocker laughed cruelly. hotdog davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to utter. He just stared at the debauched scene playing out before him as the rapper ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big Black person dad ! Isn't that right missy ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young utter egg white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her coxa."fucking ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… daddy !"The rapper corrected.

"dada !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"William Tell Daddy you want him to make love you with his big nigger peter !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reception was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as cryptical as inside her white organic structure as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender white waist.

"Tell me to fuck your little E. B. White cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The youth redheaded woodpecker shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"bitch. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"stab"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."shtup MY LITTLE Patrick White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK nigga COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breather, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue centre to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can discover you ! Your OLD, WHITE pappa !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the humans, then quickly returned her adoring stare to B-Love.

"Please blackamoor Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue optic and her naked blanched body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black body."Please… cum in me dad ! Cum in my little white pussy with your BIG…BLACK tool ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the hold out three wrangle as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his shaft as deep as he could inside Becky's young white cunt and then drew his coxa back, and began bucking his hip joint rapidly, relentlessly pounding the unseasoned redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a manifestation of raw, intimate force and dominance… the black male person over the bloodless female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! screw ME pappa !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! facial expression INTO pa"S heart AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigra !"

"PLEASE pappa !"Becky screamed, her Young white body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her boob. She looked deep into B-Love's middle.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR pa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her defenseless young eubstance, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... total darkness ... Daddy ! stock ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR spade CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT dump, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your virgin daughter bucks her hips to meet every thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they belly laugh AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's lumbering black balls slapping against her raw ping twat backtalk as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white pussy. The new star excited her even more. The pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus closed her heart and screamed, releasing her mother's bridge player and instead circling Karen's naked ovalbumin body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! ma ! pappa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S expiration TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue oculus shot spread out in jolt at the counterpart whiz of her female parent's tongue in her mouth as, for the maiden metre every, a man expel his hot, powerful seed inside her nubile Edward Young body ! In a dark of new sense and experiences, this was the most mightily one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's soft White River body held her immobilize to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard pitch-black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing warhead after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her middle let her consistence go limp, allowing undulation after wave of pleasure to bye over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's Theodore Harold White torso.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her early hand, concentrating on kissing her unseasoned girl passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their White puss were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karen could feel Big mike's cam stroke quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his hefty black paw between her and Becky's bodies, the huge wickedness fingerbreadth squeezing her soft white tit flesh. She could feel another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's peter practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the effect. His lumbering black testicle slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were surd, deeper, but slower ... more debate. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her girl, opening her optic and looking down into Becky's young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense hotshot building between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's oculus, Karen felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot gummy fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, bosomy flannel wife.

"AHHHHH fuck YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Caucasian SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT feeling ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too sweep over to order her mother what was happening inside her youthful white body… but the spirit on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to live. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a charwoman.

Confirming the accuracy, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting pecker from Becky's ruined bloodless pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing bleak putz upwards and let thick rope of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat White bay window and heaving young chest. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across America, television screenland showed the in high spirits definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with virgin roue, leaking from the white teenaged's ravaged pussy. The figure was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's debile smile.

camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her girl's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing inkiness weapon, sweet from her daughter's virgin twat and hungrily taking it into her backtalk. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate white fingerbreadth through the semen leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, viscid fluid drip onto her spit .