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

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The figurer screen flickered to life with the paradigm of a blazing sun. A minor caption appeared in the lower left corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Negro penis / label : E & I disc ”.

There is no music at firstly, just the casual pluckiness of a solitary guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its punk. Finally, the car's engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle cuts to the DoI of the car, showing a white fellowship. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the backward seat, reading a college orientation folder, is their fairly white girl. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 player. An belligerent rap beat can be faintly heard on the female child's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the route and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't feel happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. vulture circle smash as the sun continues to blaze away. He looks at the railway locomotive, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat energy. The daughter sees her Father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high gear school graduate rolls her eye, but then she looks down at her MP3 participant, then at her cell telephone set. She picks up her cell sound and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front hindquarters, watching her married man, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's manus taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the mobile phone. Mom looks at the telephone set and sees"THE tow truck"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit horrify, and shakes her drumhead. The girl tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in social movement of the car like a locoweed, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her mind and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the speech sound and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vulture again. The folk now has all the car doors open, and are all perspiration. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, respective blouse clitoris undone, and rooter herself with a powder magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the girl is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her Bikini top and daisy dukes. A prominent pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the house and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab doorway, labeled"T. H. White KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The doorway opens and a large black shop mechanic gets out. The music for the video recording finally starts properly now, a laborious belligerent rap beat, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black grease monkey is tall and very sinewy, wearing some at large fitting jean and a fast tee. The girl watches him walk toward the family car and smiles. Daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her forefather and female parent get out of the car to recognize the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the locomotive engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his spot in movement of the car.

The mechanic glance over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her foreland, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily adorn organic structure. The stud smiling, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her ample tit and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to rear the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The grease monkey looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her blind drunk little ass in her jean short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the lady friend's tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty boob, pouting sass, and ice blue center. The stud makes eye contact with the miss, making sure 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 stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her plenteous cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the shop mechanic is satisfied with the oil recitation, and that he has the mother and daughter's care, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure as shooting to wee a duad of extra revelatory thrusts as he drives it home. The female parent gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyric are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video recording is wretched, but words can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his knock-down inglorious implements of war, he pulls his shirt over his headspring, revealing his dark, mighty body, rippling with muscles. Mom's big blue sky eyes widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his mitt, the machinist takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's sack and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open up the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the railway locomotive over and escape from his question, then walks to the rachis of his motortruck and begins to mesh his hooking and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the bait to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the fret making his Black person skin shine in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The auto-mechanic walking back over to the car and looks at the lure. He looks back up at the married woman and girl who are watching him with wide of the mark centre and rhapsodic attending. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one western fence lizard apparent motion, he yanks the whang from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* strait. The husband jumping in fright and covers his caput for protection. As this happens, the photographic camera Angle variety to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the scope looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his bash off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the medicine video would get laid that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and girl, heart wide, shoot the breeze dropped… obviously seeing the shop mechanic's putz. The camera returns to the former television camera angle within a second, and the automobile mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'shout THE tow car"

The machinist fold down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the purposes of the medicine picture. The automobile mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the route, then motions for the family to connect him in the truck's cab. The machinist opens the rider threshold for the kinsperson, helping the daughter up into the hand truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the car-mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a short energy up into the ass. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the grease monkey leaves him to select tending of himself. The machinist then walks around the forepart of his hand truck and mount up into the driver's buns, but as his monolithic black flesh squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four citizenry will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to stave off an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and urinate room for the daughter. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can assert, it's too belated. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the shop mechanic's tolerant black human face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black torso. The automobile mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to repel as the white teenager squirm and giggles in his lap. The lyric poem continue :

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

The husband and Church Father feeling ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the black mechanic's lap. The mechanic movement his head left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can take. The daughter continues to squirm in the car-mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a hefty arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her closing curtain, forcing her to lie back with her head word resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The auto-mechanic glimpse downward, getting a doll's eye prospect of the teenage girl's sizable Theodore Harold White cleavage. The machinist seems to take trouble steering the truck, and the hubby glances into the hand truck's side of meat mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the motortruck. He shouts something at the number one wood who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The grease monkey sneer briefly, then looks at the livid teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his facial expression. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brake system. The girlfriend in his lap clutches the splashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the sept's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not plenty elbow room in the cab for him to push safely. The husband hesitates for a bit, looking at his daughter, trying to pen herself as she sits in the black 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 shameful stranger. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange antsy looks, the hubby glimpse again at the auto-mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his regard. The hubby furrows his brow in worry, and the wife grin at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything unbecoming happen to their daughter. The hubby takes a late, exaggerated intimation and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the threshold behind him, the hubby pats his spot on the truck's bench bottom, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their girl to get out of the grease monkey's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the motortruck cab, and attempting to get their girl to impress to the middle of the bench hind end. The grease monkey Menachem Begin to motor away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the orotund rear windowpane of the motortruck cab. A worried flavor creeps across the husband's face as he sees that in nastiness of the superfluous room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the grease monkey's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the hand truck is swerving all over the route, giving the hubby a very boisterous ride in the towed class car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the car-mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's face shows suffering and fear ! He begins hitting his car's motor horn, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the plaza of the workbench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the level of his car. He leans down, pawing for the fall behind 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 arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the machinist's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a can on the far face of the hand truck's cab. The husband is about to pass off a suspiration of backup man until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his married woman looking at him from the truck's butt windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl grabs her hands and force out them down, under the motortruck's rear window, out of eyeshot. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to go up over her female parent to get back into the automobile mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to crowd her mother closer to the mechanic. The hubby watch, confused as his wife shakes her read/write head and their girl continues pushing her closer to the car-mechanic and bearer her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's nates window. He mouths the parole"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her father. She then hold her hired hand up, medallion facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a clenched fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ cock sucking gesture'! The married man doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's brain pop up from below the rear window of the hand truck. His pretty gabardine wife is gasping and wiping her rima oris. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the Black person grease monkey. As the daughter does this, her founder briefly glimpses her unembellished White person ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and scanty ! The father lookout, mouth agape love, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this clip, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the husband starts blasting the car horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert breaking wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is lost to stop. He sees his middling whiteness wife looking at him from the rear windowpane of the truck. He shakes his promontory at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale spicy eyes to the full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it give, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's Bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding set from her white hand, tossing it too out the window ! The hubby frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one lastly clip, blowing him a osculation with one handwriting and wave adieu, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a electrical switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's crotchet releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 nautical mile an hr, with a brassy clangor. The husband frantically steers his car to a condom stop as he watches the diversionist private road off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower niche of the filmdom :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : total darkness Phallus / recording label : E & I Records ”.

Two high gear school day elder turned away from the screen after watching it with such close up attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring round-eyed at the computing device screen. She was the more ingenuous of the two female child. Like her right friend Lauren, Becky was XVIII and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a fall sprinkle of lentigo across the nosepiece of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… denotative !"

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

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

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

Becky davenport wasn't Amish, though her home was very religious. Becky's Father of the Church was a very conservative man who attended church meeting twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with cautious Christian note value. They were not to dress out provocatively, use foul language, love ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit malcontent and considered to be the ‘ savage child'of the household. Her parents had deeply fear about the fact that Becky had done thing like assume mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with wads of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative peak covered more skin than did most of the other superlative worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three meter Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the act of boy who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtuousness was no footling exploit for a high-school elder as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity doughnut, a symbolic representation of her hope to her family that she would remain a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state run that Becky did induce, secretly, was her gustatory perception in music. Becky loved rap music, and her Quaker Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap chemical group called"Negro phallus ”. The songs were beneficial, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn situation for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's electronic computer prevented her from making any downloads from those location. Black Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in topical anesthetic music stores, so Becky had to pee-pee do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at schooling were surprised that buttoned-down Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black member. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at beginning, she found them amusing ... and the impregnable rhythm and beats made her wish to dance. What she didn't mention to her funny friends was that the songs were stirring warm urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare social occasion that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black member song to achieve the Best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their radical ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know jerk, I was kidding. Look, it's a legitimise television, 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 whole running off with a man's wife and daughter ..."

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

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

"The rumors about their Song being based on real events."Lauren said casually."A mom and girl together ! Can you think what form of guy would get out that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her eye."So Black person genus Phallus 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 William Green eyes widened. She was stunned."No. Sarah… Sarah didn't say me !"

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

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

"Well…"Becky bit her small lip."She doesn't really bonk I listen to that character of music. I doubt she'd okay. You know how spiritual and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit accuracy'and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racialism and censoring. They say they're anxious to go on tv for a ‘ lively no-holds barred, exclusive consultation and show America and the remainder of the world what blackness phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the audience will be live and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There's supposed to be some variety of streaming telecasting affair 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 possess a recognition identity card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black phallus is planning to show some of their early music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just retrieve, if you thought this"Wrecker"television was expressed, just conceive of what the uncensored unity will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was hard for her sheltered mind to imagine how very much spicy the Negroid Phallus medicine video recording could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to roll, thinking about a just how sexually explicit inkiness Phallus might have their music videos. The thought of seeing titillating scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her look turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ savage ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex party that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio, or on the film set of their music picture, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly account, neither young lady completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled mental imagery. 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 add up over to my office that night, quietus over and watch the audience on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her dig Friend."I ... I think I should predict my sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - theatrical role TWO : PREPARING FOR AN IN-DEPTH consultation"

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In the two class since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young cleaning woman in American goggle box journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable news meshwork. It was a secure job too, as an"Entertainment newswriter"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should take gone to individual with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the electronic network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless white complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue centre. Her beautiful face was framed by a slurred wad of wavy, silky, blonde hairsbreadth that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'look, ‘ not-so-innocent'vocalism, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news written report. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a class of her 1st appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before recollective, her video graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and ad work. While Jessica loved the tending, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so very much on her show. Money and pic were cocksure, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a diary keeper. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to habilitate a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff husking shirts, Jessica began wearing graphic designer wooing in dark colour. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the spiritualist, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty look who reported on brightness level, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spitefulness of the fact that her presence had increased the net's paygrade ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the assorted modeling and publicizing offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one twelvemonth, Jessica tried to negociate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interview, with edgier, more controversial renown. The network however, being rather cautious, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Thomas Young ‘ amusement pressman ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and seek greener pastureland, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her husband Billy out of oeuvre, and the economic system being what it was, Jessica didn't like the melodic theme of being without a job when she'd been so fold to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another twelvemonth, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the boniface of a news platform for their new entertainment-oriented news mesh. In addition to a powerful new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a fully faculty at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a appearance would gift Jessica the chance to propose level approximation, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figure of speech. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news plan, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the amusement diligence. There was little risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her one-half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the net didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, he-goat, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this mesh, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the meshing that made her illustrious, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly affluent and sinewy network. They targeted what some perceived to be an consultation often neglected by the newsworthiness media… minority and youth markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current matter reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male person seemed to comprise the majority of the main executive director staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive meshing. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had new fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea leaping body of water in her fecundation room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite gamy. The sole matter that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the twelvemonth they'd been working at KNEN, billystick seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled weewee in his position, but unlike his wife, billy club was not glad at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making More money, and that the work would be ‘ comfortable'since his work was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his workfellow. baton hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of pitch blackness as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, billy club was tied to his desk day after day, often working later Night, doing the body of work that he was unable to delegate, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. billy goat felt completely helpless, poor, and exhausted. To work matter sorry, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to cook her more and more sexually strong-growing. She seemed to require sex almost every night, and billy club's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able to make love to his Pres Young, sexy wife more than twice since the motility to KNEN six months ago. baton knew that he was the just affair 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 want of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex biography to return to normal, she didn't have time to line up out what the problem was. There were other matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap chemical group,"blackness Phallus ”.

"Black genus Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college educatee, but it was never heard on the radiocommunication or seen on television receiver because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap creative person whose language created images of extreme force. What was unusual was that blackamoor genus Phallus's words weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music mesh, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black penis refused to let any communication channel to air their TV unless they were uncensored. The music video recording channels refused to air the television without some edits for denotative subject, and thus, the early Joseph Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the television that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very democratic in hugger-mugger round, and beginning to have an impact on popular polish. Thus every magazine, goggle box syllabus, and tidings meshing remotely connected with the entertainment manufacture wanted an audience, yet cypher could ever seem to get one. And then, as the write up went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black penis agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the understanding with the chemical group had been reached after weeks of broad, surreptitious dialogue with KNEN executive. The negotiations were so mysterious that even after week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an single audience. She was even more surprise to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the consultation, and that she had only three days 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 excite as this prognosis was, Jessica felt incredibly aflutter about the interview. Aside from this being her offset major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very footling time to do any research on the grouping. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of worry tracking down a written matter of the group's CD and video recording, before one was finally provided to her by blackamoor Phallus's platter label, factor X.

Then of class, Jessica was worried about the concessions and accord that KNEN had been forced to ready, before the controversial grouping would consort to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a resilient studio carrying out, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the mathematical group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime time'eve to"pitch blackness member ”, whether or not the whole of the even was used by the consultation. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no security review of any kind on the interview, nor on the euphony video recording. Further, the group also wanted their own locomotive engineer to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the rule KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and incendiary nature of some of their lyric and political views, the group insisted on duplicate security measures, including security system control of the studio for member of their own security department team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sure particular date, due to their tight docket. This final shape had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented line news network, KNEN was in a view to fill the radical's need. The major sticking stop the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To forefend any possible FCC obscenity violations and return, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members incision of KNEN's site, and pitch blackness genus Phallus's website, with the Sami obscenity admonition. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap grouping to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the nullify FCC fines, they risked million of one dollar bill worth of lawsuit and presenter losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive audience would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's circumstance were met, and the audience was set up.

At least, this was the official story of how the raft was reached.

The truth was that both Black Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same system, Solomon King's Ebony & Ivory enterprisingness, Inc. To help obscure this connexion from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the lonesome interview that total darkness Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several stage business, all with one John R. Major agenda, the sexual say-so of black men over white fair sex. For the to the highest degree part, E & I controlled concern were very subtle in their advancement of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance Shirley Temple men's soma and sexual tycoon.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to make an almost irrepressible sexual arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled piddle with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was measure operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemical to quietly appropriate individual cleaning lady and even whole occupation, and then use them to produce interracial smut or other cloth to advance E & I's docket. For surety purpose, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'patronage that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a consequence, E & I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's docket. The only connection between these business and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Negroid Phallus's phonograph record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually denotative rap music, with interracial radical. The program was that the angry young smuggled males and rebellious snowy youths that listened to rap euphony would hear this subject matter over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to think every password of it. Black male person would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue intimate encounter with white woman. whiteness Male would begin to see Negro male person as sexual superiors, and palpate embarrassed about their intimate inadequateness and minuscule penis. White little girl who heard the music would get to see white Male as undeserving and black male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black member was the anchor of the fixings X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically raise shameful men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performer. Every strain on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual ability of Shirley Temple men, and subverting Caucasian virile sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that total darkness men were the sexual alpha Male of the human airstream. As such, black male had the right to fuck and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even hook up with women, and especially gabardine char. What honest way to try out their claims than by seducing a beloved, marital American language icon on television ? So it was that Black phallus's first exclusive 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 mind around her boss 's overt business office threshold ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"Black person Phallus"CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a spate of written document on the leftfield of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document good deal. Before Sarah left the elbow room Jessica motioned for her to detain.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with hanker dark-blonde tomentum that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up arrest, and a rather unfashionable style of Methedrine. Although she might induce behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very obtrusive to the men around the authority. Sarah never gave their aid a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent tendency and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's pauperization. They had formed a stopping point, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first gens price, though Sarah thought it important to touch on to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at workplace. Anything less might undermine Jessica's self-confidence, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to create certainly she never harmed Jessica's vocation that way. Sarah took a rear end and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

Jessica put the recipient down and turned to her lovely young supporter.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was comic to listen to her. Sarah was a religious female child and never swore. She never used the Lord's gens in vain either. She didn't even say"tinker's damn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sighs, moan, and grunts of foiling.

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

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their representatives are coming by to break out the studio apartment. I need you to designate them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the strained expression on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a couple of their manufacturer. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very significant coup for our meshwork. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave case, flaunt them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be all right ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of blow time value hype and mental image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been ineffective to evolve copies until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to earn sacrifices to get the first gap at the chronicle. The radical had only had a dyad of evenings free to dedicate to this consultation, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two Clarence Day !"

The level about Black member's limited handiness was a concoction made up by E & I. The existent reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research clock time was a security precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to pee surely there was niggling or no chance for her to chance a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually denotative material, and had always attributed it to her religious rearing. But hearing that Sarah's younger baby grew up in the Saami household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their music ?"

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

"Oh, I'm so meritless Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can birth a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be additional tight when these guys are here, and the mathematical group will have got their own security as well."

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

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

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far talk about how explicit their music is, and there are hearsay that some of the videos 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 pass."I can't believe they agreed to that !"

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's correspondence with Black Phallus allows for nudeness, profanity, and intimate act during the unanimous program. In fact, the whole programme will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercial, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to own it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The meshing makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on photographic camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

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

Like the reports about Negroid penis's limited availability, the reports about their requirement for uncensored airtime was also a cover taradiddle. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored programme. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view goggle box format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with solid disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music TV, justify of FCC interposition. Of class, it would permit them to broadcast any sexually expressed content ... not just from the medicine telecasting, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any okay they levied would easily be paid by television sales agreement of that very programme !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a abstruse breath. The truth was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain tranquillise."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An consultation with a radical this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's wizard reporter, the net is not about to let me occur to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, felicitous to transfer the discipline from those fearful black rappers to her recent betrothal."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the annulus to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the annulus. It was not a typical engagement banding. It was a stupefy mob heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a ticklish atomic number 79 radiation pattern. This delicate pattern had been the drive of the pack 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinsfolk ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty geezerhood ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to hold off 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 acquire it off ! ``

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

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

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

Recently the lifelike sexual impulse that she'd so easily oppress since her teenaged twelvemonth had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only think that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was unquiet to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself favorable that he'd had to go on a business head trip to Common Market for a few months. She would have hated to have in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only experience worse since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding nighttime. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been hard for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As unmanageable as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my impression. I mean, believe that my eubstance is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before man and wife. I'm not having sex before marriage ceremony because I believe its legal injury. The but reason Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so shiver that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the merging could run a petty long. I might not even be back in the role today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy's impotency had become a source of creeping and vivid defeat for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret gaffe. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

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

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close down, working together in their few months and retentive hr at KNEN. Jessica was a wise man to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a expectant career, and a nifty marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small part, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic programs on her electronic computer for lots of the day. zero she tried seemed to lick, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the door to find out two very declamatory, very hefty, very melanize gentlemen towering in figurehead of her. One wore a Negro case, the other was wearing a silky pitch-black shirt and baggy knickers outfit, almost like pajama. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a unusual chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't helper but find both of the men very bountiful. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their tegument was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate Robert Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green eyes darting from one shadow face to the other. The other man stood, mum and expressionless, his center hidden by the stylize dark glasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an embarrassing secretiveness until the man in the suit finally spoke.

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

"YES ! right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unusual demeanor. She suddenly felt that associate lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last duo of months. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward secrecy while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

"Nice ring."The erstwhile silent giant finally spoke ! He kept his voice low, quiet down, 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 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 diminutive white hand in his whale black medallion. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ringing. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens crank. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to front at Sarah's ring.

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

The monster didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong digit while he continued silently admiring her appointment mob ... Sarah was hesitant to extract her helping hand away, and was afraid to address to the titan man holding her helping hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were dumb for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to 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 giant said, letting go of Sarah's hand.

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

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to pull in surely everything you have is compatible with Black genus Phallus's needs, for tomorrow night's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can assist you with ?"Sarah bit her small lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the space inglorious lenses on the blank pitch blackness face of the endorsement man. He smelled so just !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily tread backward into her office,"I have a boastfully piece of geartrain that I need you to serve me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your fill in co-operation."

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

"Of form you do !"The man said, placing his large black manus on either slope of Sarah's diffuse flannel face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her place. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her bang to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black Phallus"videos butt. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's office room access, and heard the unmistakable strait of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her supporter's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say how-do-you-do, 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 good afternoon. She'd come too close to talking about her husband's very personal job !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent inadequateness again, but she couldn't service it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching total darkness Phallus's sexually explicit language had only heightened Jessica's sexual latent hostility. Even talking about sex in undefined full term seemed to micturate her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable time to come. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. Billy was her married man, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would throw been shocked by the sight. The berth was a raft. composition 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 pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in office of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of Joseph Black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Jesus of Nazareth FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the monumental pitch blackness hammer pushing deeper and deeper into her recently vestal white pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a twain of fogged-up glasses on her pretty Andrew Dickson White face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative vesture, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her still white tegument to strike like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked Stanford White body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his tumid black shaft between Sarah's fully, indulgent, flannel chest. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her soft livid human body to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the egotistical black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big Black in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her lilliputian egg white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monolithic disgraceful cock into the pretty Edward D. White assistant.

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

"OH dearest nooky GOD !"Sarah swore."OH Henry Sweet JESUS ... ass ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ base'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious little girl had learned to value in the death few time of day ...

"dickhead THIS beef IS FUCKING TIGHT ! !"The nameless big black in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

"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 incursive thrust ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor silent whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm shtup right hand NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA stopcock ?

"quatern ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating Edward Douglas White Jr. slut.

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

"quaternary ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it take us for US to get our big black tool in you ? Four MINUTES ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the shades increased the pace of his drive."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... year !"she gasped.

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

As the pitch blackness laughed at their own joke dubiousness, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling shriek of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her groom-to-be had waited four years to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four bit !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big total darkness cock bottomed-out in her cervix uteri ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ceremony ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... tool ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fuck her purulent ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... fatal ... prick !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the black fucking 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 idea she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG Shirley Temple Black COCKS ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unnamed smutty stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral cavity and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the low gear thick jet of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless scantling's prick shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal E. B. White pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two pitch-dark studhorse threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a arcminute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her place. She saw a picture of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the storey. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so do-or-die to meet the Joseph Black Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that persuasion turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the storey with the pass catcher off provenance and emitting an objectionable beeping that indicated the job was disconnected. She reset the disconnect clitoris, and punched in a phone turn. Becky's voice mail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. flavour, I just wanted to excuse. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a mo. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a topic of minute."I met with some representatives from that rap chemical group you like. I learned a lot about Black member that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the ratiocination that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this consultation so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card telephone number so that you can ordering it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment thirster. She really wanted to do better for her baby. She wanted to get her some black rooster."Becky ... make trusted you restrain your phone on you that Nox. Maybe I can format something else for you. Bye for now"

billy club McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been dwelling for 2 hr, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hitch shaft. It was rarified that he ever got domicile before Jessica these 24-hour interval, so he wanted to take advantage of the fourth dimension alone by trying to get his shaft up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an minute, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got family. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a slight strip tantalization for him, slowly taking off her business concern attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a assuage liquidity crisis. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's fine honey."Jessica sighed, trying to shroud her defeat."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slack, then left the bedchamber. If she couldn't study on her disintegrating sex liveliness and marriage, she could cultivate on her interview doubt and enquiry. Jessica went to her rest home place, powered up her electronic computer and began studying her inquiry and head that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different means of phrasing her inquiry, in face she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the medicine video recording. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her metre as best she could. She looked at the track list on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could vamoose the those data track and watch their picture later, thus saving a trivial time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only cancel"into computer and plugged in a twosome of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyric. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually denotative material, she'd record some lyrics from some of the strain, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every one song on the album was sexually expressed. It wasn't just a assembling of bad words though. The songs on"Only natural"described detailed Acts of the Apostles of sex. More specifically, the strain were all about black men having sex with Theodore Harold White adult female, all kind of whitened women ; younger, aged, undivided, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even Sir Thomas More shocked when she read the CD's lining notes. The grouping contended that all of the birdcall on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly blow out of the water claim, considering the tale told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the tarradiddle that the songs told.

This first-class honours degree song was called"Size Energy Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOE matter !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally boastfully penises. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the grouping, and demonstrated why every racecourse on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the strain as the protraction of a farcical myth.

"Reparations"was about a black history labor in a college course, where clean pupil had to suit ‘ slaves'for black students for two weeks. The white female students end up becoming sex slave for black-market men, while the white male students were forced to take in. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously belligerent and racist, but the outrageous narration continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a vivid political caustic remark about subspecies sexual congress and the fright that many gabardine have of integrating with the smuggled residential area. Maybe these rapper weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the steep stories the songs told, the denotative lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be knife in impudence. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some form of racial satire, and that the ‘ truthful story'claims were just portion of the act, made to yield tilt and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm home base"told the story of a White man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the blackamoor neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fearfulness that flannel mass have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher eruditeness"was about an suburban senior high school School that has to set to an influx of Black American bookman when an interior metropolis school finale. The PTA protests that the proportion of student to teachers will be thrown out of symmetry ... but really, they just don't want pitch blackness in their mostly white shoal. The birdsong goes on to delineate how the grim male seniors seduce all the livid girls and the hot blanched instructor. Jessica again saw this birdcall as an exploitation of racist fears and social comment on Andrew Dickson White flight from the interior city.

"Big genus Bos Man"told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked epicurean dinner. When the knob meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the couple that he'll pass on her hubby the advancement, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant lightlessness man fucks the white wife on the dinner mesa, not bothering to eat any of the food or light up the table first. The future week, the political boss gives the promotion to another blackened man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this birdcall as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to quit affirmative action.

"look Stick"was about a lily-white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory debauch for the shameful basketball squad. There was a ‘ humourous'wind at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's team ! Jessica had never liked suspensor and air-headed cheerleaders in high schoolhouse and college. Jessica was unsure what the birdcall was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the idea of the dumb athletic supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical words to be insightful and amusing, she had to include that the music itself was quite good. The heavy bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her physical structure, making her wishing to dance, or at least relocation with the music. Jessica burned the remaining song 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 travel around the room.

Jessica let the unbendable, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a minuscule waken. The lyric poem still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass voice that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm method of the sea bass coursing through her dead body. She barely noticed the more lurid feeling the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her euphony television, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Wood Pile '', the next track, was an even more humorous song than the premature 1. Using music samples from the old sappy erotic love song,"You're Having My child ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birthing of 'his'first gear child. When the infant is born, its blackened, and the husband discovers that his loving married woman has been fucking a black man !

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

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

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet Pres Young white wife"to sustain a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to fill a black devotee !

"The Wrecker"is about a house on holiday when their car breaks down. A black tow-truck device driver shows up and seduced the female parent and teenage daughter, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the broken-down car.

"Soccer Mom"was about a Patrick Victor Martindale White woman who finds herself compelled to harbour her high-school-soccer playing son's contraband teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college young lady who is wild that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's matter with a inglorious man. The black man moves into the house and has to assert his confidence over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The firm"told the fib of a black floater who is taken in by a good Christian conservative syndicate, and how within a week he seduced both of the class's similitude girl. 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 concluding track was the rubric track,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the medicine so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The birdsong underscored the philosophical system of melanise male sexual superiority and potence, from the slant of ‘ natural survival of the fittest ’. inkiness men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ innate'right to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially ashen charwoman. Every cleaning woman, even married women, 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 finale track, Jessica was sweating, and her stallion body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually expressed lyric poem of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw exposed the door to her berth and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back binge. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her business office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her psyche was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her inquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the medicine videos on her desk and grabbed the title of respect that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White nuptials, Blacked St. Brigid ”. It was the one caterpillar track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to fire up Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computing machine and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the gruelling buffeting of the bass coursed through her consistence, again igniting a ardour that no dusty shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue middle locked onto the screen door as the beginning images flickered to spirit. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White wedding ceremony, Blacked Brides"music television seemed to be a series of sketch about Bridget ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with pitch blackness men. The video opened with bell playing Erich Mendelsohn's marriage MArch, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive sea bass beat, and a female chorus line chiming the Word of God"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening conniption showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a strip club, accomplished with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained looking glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of Christian church windowpane. The terpsichorean were all young white women, wearing assorted lean rig evocative of a nuptial motif. All the girls were slender, with full breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each miss wore a nuptial humeral veil of some variety, Elwyn Brooks White high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panty and long, white satin mitt. A third young woman, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong scanty, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The early girls in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper terminal', similar to those scene in funnies clubs. Jessica noted that the pole were painted a full-bodied, darkness mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girlfriend danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown rod, they mouthed the intelligence to the `` I Do '' abstain. As the chorus ended, the photographic camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue middle directly into the camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make distinction about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became evident that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The euphony was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyric came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only total darkness Men '' !

The filmdom cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the professional dancer that had closed the preceding scenery. As the music continued, the photographic camera shooting showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The macho-man runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the St. Brigid nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the cheery outside of the church building as the St. Bride and groom emerge to a shower bath of Elmer Rice or bird food from all many of the marriage ceremony guests. They rush to the limousine, where the stableman 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 large black hired man reaches out, and closes the door. The hostler and the hymeneals Edgar Albert Guest stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a closemouthed up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her articulatio genus, between B-Love 's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him viva voce sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde braid and veil bouncing gently with her movements. Her mind bobtail are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's thorn when she saw that panorama. She wanted to be offended by such a vociferous disrespect of the institution and otherworldliness of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the TV excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the steady pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the concealment, she'd stopped taking Federal Reserve note. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hired man under her desk, and between her wooden leg, resting her hand on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the vista shifted back to the 'stripper'stage setting. This prison term it ended on a last up unlike professional dancer, the red-header. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the Holy Writ `` I Do Black Men, And Only lightlessness Men ''.

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This fourth dimension, the setting is a turgid and expensive looking receipt Granville Stanley Hall. It 's a different wedding, with a different ostler, and this clock time the Saint Bride is the redhead. We see the bride and hostler in the reception stock, greeting their Edgar Albert Guest. A bombastic black man comes up to the Bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and petting it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his enceinte Black person custody over her white-satin-clad tit. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this deportment. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his manus, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the married man's nerve and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in cushion, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her nosegay over his extensive shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a facial expression around confused ... then sees another black scantling. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her mitt, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her black stud ! The bouquet falls to the story, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do blackness Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the figurehead of her morass ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a natural answer, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frenzied as she watched the next vignette Menachem Begin ...

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This sketch shows this moderately whiten Bridget dancing with her groom. A black macho-man walks up behind the groom, staring at the moderately Saint Bride lustfully. The stud poker, never breaking his bold face stare into the bride's optic, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic toe with the Saint Brigid. The ostler seems to object at world-class, but the bride smiles at the studhorse, and gently pushes the groom away. The black macho-man pulls her finis for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the calamitous macho-man grinning ... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the dance floor, full of dancer. 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 gang, and focuses on an out-of-the way room access. We cut to a finis up of the room access. There we see the beautiful St. Brigid, pinned against the bulwark, her immense Patrick White bird hitched up around her waist, while the smutty stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping prison term with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diary keeper in the wide-cut throws of mania, so enraptured with the video that she was barely cognisant of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her face was blush, as she writhed in her hot seat, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble Edward D. White fingerbreadth probed mysterious and deeper into the folds of her pinko pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open air and focalize on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next sketch played ... and the next ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful egg white St. Brigid ditches her ashen stableman for some blackened stud.

We see a Patrick Victor Martindale White bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The stableboy lovingly feeds his bride a sting of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the Saint Bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the egg white ice off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a firearm of cake for the groom. As he tries to prick his bar, she shoves it into his fount. While the hostler is wiping frosting out of his eye, the black server whisks the bride and the cake out of reception Hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen faculty stare at the twosome hungrily. The snapshot cuts to the bride's expensive white dress fabrication in a big money on the filthy kitchen base. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smudge of ovalbumin bar frosting. She writhes in raptus as respective pair of large melanize hands smear more cake frosting all over her whitish white skin. The camera circles the table as a big, half-naked grim men surround the writhing flannel bride and begin licking the ice off her bare trunk. The tv camera stops between the Saint Bride's legs ... but the view of her puss is blocked by a inglorious man's bald pass ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding party ring, on the Black man's bald head teacher !

Another vignette shows a somewhat blonde, sitting at the banquet board with her groom. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Saint Bride on the articulatio humeri and whispers in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a news to her husband, the Bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hallway, to a dressing elbow room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiling and bit to the Brigid's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the Charles Francis Hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the threshold behind her ! The television camera shows several warm undercut of hands ( sinister men's hands and white women's hired hand ) ripping the E. B. White nightie from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a St. Bride adjusting her caul in front line of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the elbow room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the genitalia of his cover-alls ... the Saint Brigid's eyes widen and she smiles and blush. The janitor, seeing her response, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing elbow room. We cut to wedding company in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can get down the ceremony. A beautiful womanhood, presumably the Saint Bride's mother, walks to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks spread to reveal her beautiful white girl on her human knee ( back to the camera ) kneeling in front of a Negro man in her full espousal gown ! The mother stares for a second, before another blackness man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This adjacent vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon rooms. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiling ... The hostler holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower outset. The Bride horned pout, while the stableman steps into the bath. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary bottle of Champagne. The St. Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the privy. The black stud looks at the unsympathetic bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The television camera pans up the St. Bridget 's consistence, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her apparel.

The next shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the lavatory, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the photographic camera, and his jaw free fall. The photographic camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of meat of the screen, are the St. Bridget 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the blackened man rises from between the girl 's wooden leg, blocking our aspect of the hostler. He continues thrusting into the girl, in meter with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his powerful black torso radiancy with travail. He takes a draught of champagne from the bottleful. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Bridget. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily Stanford White manus run up over his chest, and around his berm and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The hostler is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's optic bolted spread out, as she shot up from her chairperson, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a upset, and shocked husband. truncheon stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the unfastened door of Jessica's part, his eyes glancing from his wife to the silver screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed stableman in the honeymoon cortege.

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

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

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

baton continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' Billy cried ... the room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could form out weeping on billy 's face. `` I ca n't trust it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

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

But that was billy 's entire problem. The melanize men at work were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the simulacrum of muscular black men and clean women in a medicine television. It was more than he could fend.

'' It 's a bunch of god shucks jigaboo ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist spoken communication, but he could n't assist himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the quarrel left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take away them back, but she could n't, it was too late. billy club 's heart widened with anger ... or dread ... or lugubriousness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the threshold behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realisation of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica difficult, and she felt brainsick to her stomach. Her live on input left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so abominable ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the electronic computer monitor. The video recording had ended. She had no theme what the finale prospect was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the scrap with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able-bodied to rivet on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the chamber with her husband, no doubtfulness they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow Nox was the big interview, and she needed to get some rest. Jessica decided to log Z's on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired judgement. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been versed with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able to sleep future to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this clock time ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his trouble ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her flaw ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's job ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal animation after the next Nox 's audience with Black Phallus.

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

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The church building was entire of faceless guests.

The stableman stood at the Lord's table ...

The St. Bride stood in her medical dressing room, adjusting her veil in the big standing mirror ...

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

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

The Edgar Albert Guest'header turned too watch the bride 's approach.

The Bridget watch in the mirror as two with child black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded White River corset to iota. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the floor ...

The black-market man 's hands swoop over the newly exposed White belly of the bride ... and over her full white breasts.

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

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

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her to the full egg white breast heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better charter a cold exhibitioner and get to work and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to zigzag the cold water up high. For some understanding her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an over-the-top sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened Department of State of sexual latent hostility. This was the same sexual latent hostility that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the late eve, while watching Negro Phallus's explicit video. It was the Saami sexual tenseness that had led her to yell at Billy…and throw her that awful nightmare. How could she she-bop while watching that TV ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on he-goat ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full train. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to originate lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own severe Holy Writ kept coming back to stalk her. How could she have said those nasty things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that billy goat 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her Recent calling stress, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any caseful, she was going to fix it !

As the low temperature water system cascaded over her perfect Patrick White trunk, Jessica planned her even. After the consultation, they would go out for a squeamish, quiet, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got habitation, Jessica would give way billystick a dainty massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be gracious and slack up, and then she 'd induct making love. To get 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 thinking of taking a phallus in her backtalk to be 144.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would weary it all day, so that when she and Billy got place, she could shake off her clothing rightfield in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden loo intimate apparel storage, 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 panty, a matching garter belt, and a pair of blacken thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflectivity in her uncut mirror. The blackness lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her build. The pantie rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round whiten ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and pantie set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a annulus. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eventide's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the clip Jessica was completely dressed, billy goat was already up. They bumped into each early in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm pitiful dear, '' Jessica cooed, resting a frail hired man on her hubby 's articulatio humeri, `` I never should have said those atrocious things ! ''

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

'' I 'm grim too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his brake shoe, once again, ineffectual to look his wife in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

'' You do ? '' billy was surprised. How did she fancy out what the problem was ?

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

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... nil serious, but something you might not like. The electronic network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the saki of the show. ``

'' Maybe I should be there, '' billystick croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, `` you know ... for lesson reinforcement. ``

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In cattiness of the fearsome things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to grant her his beloved and musical accompaniment.

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

'' perfect tense ? '' Billy 's oddity was peaked, `` What do you think ? ''

'' spirit, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's shoulders. `` 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 special for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' nightstick smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio apartment, she had a quick merging with her producer and went over the programme for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would confront a petty background information on the mathematical group, and introduce each of the euphony videos before conducting the interview with lightlessness penis. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the batch with Billy the late evening she hadn't been capable to watch all the videos. Seeing the video recording before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare Sir Thomas More question. The only really problem Jessica now had was that her help didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a chocolate, water, or juice. This was not the instance today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like well-nigh of the crew, Sarah was usually unquiet on programme days, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no uncertainty extra flighty about them being in the studio that Nox. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally utter composition looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Sami clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the pathetic girl not kip ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to address with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an brow,"I mean you were late getting in this sunup, and you seem a little distract today. Are you certainly you're O.K. ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a jolting Nox end night. Up kind of late… you know…"

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

"Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, commend ?"Sarah smiled weak"We were getting officious most of the Nox ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting thing fix !"

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how very much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own delectation of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure young assistant would feature been able-bodied to wait past the surface of the words. When Sarah had first learned that Black genus Phallus would be featured on the programme, she'd been disgusted. The mind that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of radical made Jessica to a greater extent than a little queer."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary resolution,"it would take a long time to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in pee-pee up, then they're going to take to set up the lights, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those Light Within are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and squeeze a impudent water feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as a good deal as she wanted to uncover the secret, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was justly, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the consultation. The truth would have to wait until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the keystone desk, going over her while the set's technologist busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting penchant had been programmed in the previous eve, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio apartment visible light, Jessica couldn't help but sense like the lights were blistering than rule. Certainly, studio apartment inflammation always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the Light Within'heat seemed especially life-threatening. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after bottleful of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquid"e"hug drug mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her quaternary bottle of water,"Does it look lovesome 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 nullify eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to dismiss her assistant's strange demeanor,"it seems warm than common. Why don't you check with the trading floor manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an brow and took a gulp from her water bottle."I can understand lighting and auditory sensation, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that end night. They like to ask complete restraint of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her cervix. Leaning back, she closed her heart and took a cryptical breath as she fanned herself with her government note poster."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How practically longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her feeding bottle of water.

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

Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the show was being recorded, it would be airing live on pay per position 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 cope with them before the interview."

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

"Good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go springy tonight with nothing to show the public !"

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

"Is war paint very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby reminder."I think I need a quick skin senses up before we go on. All this heating system is making me sweat and I don't want my face to be shiny for the interview."

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

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There was a gumption of great expectancy on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got higher and higher. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than pattern for one of her audience. For one thing, Billy still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't think where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the program started, otherwise security measures might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous energy and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom respite. She returned from her interruption min before the broadcast, and the stress of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live telly tonight, but there was to be a inhabit web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the Earth ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial chemical group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take reward of the uncensored audience segment to stage some form of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly skittish. It was a good sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The whole verity"news political program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up miss spilled a bottleful of base make-up down the social movement of Jessica's Negro blazer… with mere minutes to air prison term !

The girl was very apologetic,"I'm so good-for-naught Ms. McFarland ... somebody bumped into me and I lost my grip on the bottleful !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a bleak crewmember pass by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. funny remark, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sports jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy deal of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the blackamoor sports jacket that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all centre in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the face she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a alert event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

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

The wardrobe lady friend immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up young lady finished her job. The woman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was mindful that the make up miss was smearing some memory access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a news bulletin, the make up girl and wardrobe lady friend were gone.

"One bit masses !"The theatre director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket crown ! The jacket crown was a brilliant royal blue semblance, with a blacken arrest, but no lapels. There was also a contraband pattern going up the sides, to accentuate Jessica's hourglass bod. The problem was that the crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the midsection of Jessica's dresser. 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 measure of the inner circumstances of Jessica's milky white knocker, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe girl had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a dissimilar cap ! Quick ! press !"

"Sorry, that's all we could get hold !

"I've got a part with jacket in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could transport somebody ..."

"No clip !"the managing director called over the mike,"don't worry, you look heavy ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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wing, in the Green room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, he-goat McFarland sat in a large overstuffed electric chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news program curriculum to begin. The room was voluptuary ... with soft firing, copious furnishings, and a fully stocked costless collation and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the elbow room were paneled in sepia and decorated with African tribal masquerade party. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In venom of the opulent milieu, billy club was highly agitated.

He'd arrived lately, been hassled by security department downstairs. It shouldn't have been a job, if these had been the Same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday good afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like chucker-out for some smuggled nightspot. In any case, these guy insisted on scanning billy's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the strapping ignominious officers shrugged, handing billy club his bill of fare,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

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

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

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

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ aver truncheon's personal identity'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black precaution, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to suffer them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that truncheon expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

billy was getting into the elevator when the precaution shouted their reception for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."BITCH, A exquisitely woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... billy club choked on his rage as the lift doors closed and the laughter echoed through the anteroom. No matter. By Mon daybreak, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the flooring where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security system, another pair of black muscleman bouncer types, refused to tolerate him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in advancement. Instead, truncheon was escorted to the common room and told to check the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in skittish anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the show to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able-bodied to watch the consultation on telly !

Becky had called her babe Sarah a couplet of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP passing play to see the studio that Nox and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the chemical group was not capture to for Becky to even take heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to catch some Z's over at a friend's planetary house on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The adjacent morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to bump a voice-mail on her electric cell sound. The subject matter was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her cite card number so that Becky could order the audience on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be abode that night so she had the unit house ... and the big TV in the support room ... all to herself. That Night was one of the rare juncture that Becky's overprotective parents left her dwelling 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 watch out the interview with Black Phallus, her best-loved music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's small livid hired hand were trembling with so much excitement and dread that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view armed service. A impression of setose heat tingled through the white stripling's back and shoulder as she registered her sister's credit wag information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the bread and butter room couch, all alone in her sign, watching the television intently, as the opening titles of"The unit Truth"played on the CRT 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 true statement !"Jessica intoned in her professional demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the Nox's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the admonisher. The inner half of each of her full, milky white titty were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced shout girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Truth'about ‘ blackness Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most democratic, underground rap grouping. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million transcript in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet cut-rate sale. Their music is heard in Nox social club and adolescent'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the language scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio light on her bare chest was a perpetual admonisher of how a lot of her segmentation was on display for the television camera and United States to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the television camera's panorama of her segmentation, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record depot'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the government activity and the media call that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. blackamoor Phallus's lyric poem are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their television have never been seen on telly because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some euphony net official have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her coat of arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to regain a more modest affectedness, everything she did seemed to show off her segmentation even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the autocue and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional stead and understand the teleprompter at the Same metre.

"Black phallus claims that the use of such extreme cognitive content in their medicine is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular musical theme and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial cloth is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out early alleged ‘ explicit'Sung dynasty that are given receiving set and television play and ask why they are singled out for ailment. The group 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 whitened establishment. They say that there are some in Patrick White America that wants their vocalism silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our TV audience will learn just what Joseph Black penis wants them to know !"

The jitteriness in Jessica's vocalisation could barely be disguised. In her attack to cover herself in figurehead of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to get rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack trust, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her endeavor to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first of all, we're going to usher you the video recording that the euphony telecasting channels won't. All this, and to a greater extent, after a legal brief rupture, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a lilliputian as she read those last lines off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, 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 ! retention of watching the telecasting the previous Night ... and the impression that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby reminder ... she was sweating a little ... and her whitish white boob were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of piss under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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

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

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

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

That must be the grounds. nightstick sat back to watch the quietus of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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During the abbreviated happy chance, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four Sir Thomas More bottleful of ice-cold water supply under Jessica's desk.

eyesight her helper, and realizing that the break afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my authority. I can't continue a computer programme looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of money of beautiful Patrick White segmentation that her jacket exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful E. B. White segmentation and bit her lip nervously."Of row Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The youth knockout stammered.

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

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

"Oh ! Oops !"Sarah quickly reached up to fix her push ... 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 clitoris unbuttoned, showing an unusual sum 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 plate this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and dismiss the range of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to gleam with diaphoresis. This was not unnoticed by the black Male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Truth, are able to portray these video recording, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually denotative, and may be considered nauseous. After these TV are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their medicine, their videos, and their strange philosophical system about guild, culture, and race."

Jessica's head briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these outrageous black doorknocker. How would she possibly be able-bodied to deport such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts useable to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit language about egg white charwoman. What frightful scuttlebutt might they score about her body if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The first music video that"The whole accuracy"will show you tonight concerns Negro penis's views on the conception of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video recording footage. Black penis claims that this expressed material is vitally necessary to emphasise the points that they are trying to take in about what they call,"unnatural ethnical value ”. Critics claim that the music video recording, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an insult to a time-honored custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her mind wandering to the double she'd seen in the euphony video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed feel on her married man's face.

And now,"The Whole truth"presents total darkness Phallus's"Edward Douglas White Jr. Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the deed of conveyance of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit lyric on air !

"white Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to observe a professional demeanor, but couldn't help but shiver as the Song dynasty's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a prickling ... one she'd felt the premature eventide when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the hatchway of the euphony telecasting, which Jessica tried desperately to brush off. The shoemaker's last sentence she'd seen this television she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't countenance the great unwashed to think that Black member's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that several span of eyes in the studio were glued to the admonisher screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a piss bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to determine something to distract her from the video playing on monitor lizard 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 Shirley Temple descriptor of Tom Watkins ... managing director 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 woman's breast and kneading them roughly through the silky material of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her bridge player over Tom powerful thorax, 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'n'roll hard jut in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG BLACK putz like you did last night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the clitoris of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her wide, house chest, encased in their flannel lacy bra. Sarah's flaccid white skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the old evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large blackened hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full house tit, and hard tit. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her articulatio genus buckled, and she fell to the ground, grimace to grimace with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black putz, nuzzling Tom's groin, 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 much clock time. You have to be ready for your part of the appearance tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her spry White fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch Black person hammer. Taking it quickly in both her tiny flannel hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billystick thought to himself as he watched the Joseph Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone endanger my wife to it, and make her do a chronicle about them. Don't they realize the variety of packaging this will generate for these ... pervert ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this bullshit ?"

But billy goat knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the like video he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."cipher could possibly view this garbage !"

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Becky davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiacal white brides and dark macho-man in different erotic scenarios on her TV projection screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"TV were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hot than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redheader dropped a manus to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat livid tum, never taking her oculus from the action.

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

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The first-class honours degree video recording had been a disgusting slight against the psychiatric hospital of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the telecasting footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective lens ’.

He shuddered to think how the succeeding television could be worse ... nightstick was even Sir Thomas More tumultuous by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this dirty word would be sitting column inch from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

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

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

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

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young war paint girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the make-up girl grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... hide is cutis ... and you were too shiny."

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

"I'll see if I can obtain her."the make-up young lady responded, rushing off set as the director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

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

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the case of the next"Black Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. watcher discretion is advised. And now,"The unit Truth"presents Black penis's video,"nigra in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting Logos on her program, but"Black member"had demanded, in their contract, that nil about the evening's program could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the to the lowest degree of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the TV's cognitive content. But no issue how a good deal she may give birth wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the television yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's stars and producers in the adjacent part of the show.

affair didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude as the old picture, this Sung dynasty and television seemed geared towards witticism. At least ... at first ...

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The video opens with a scene in a infirmary delivery way. We hear the breed of the corny passion song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie married man with a video television camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to give birth. In nastiness of the process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's bed cover branch spread wide, a fabric draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A auditory sensation byte begins to represent ... a deep narrator booms"congratulations, you are the father of a gallant baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious spokesperson interrupts just as the doctor pulls the baby up into view, revealing a Negro sister boy !

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

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

Looks like you got yourself a
nigra IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been to a lesser extent than dead on target
jigaboo IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to tell the floor of how it happened… there is a serial publication of ‘ flashback shot ’. The knocker sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at piece of work.

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Mathew B. Brady type. She stands in the room access of their adorable suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a legal transfer truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"discovery out what Big Robert Brown Packages can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the mesomorphic black rivet from"Black phallus ”, walks up to the house with a declamatory box. His musculus flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to sign on for legal transfer. As she leans down to sign on the receipt, her robe falls surface slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a Brobdingnagian extrusion growing in the delivery man's boxershorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating browned heart. Before the wife can protest, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the theater, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front door of the mansion. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, melanise paperboy in his tardily teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's smiling.

The slam cuts to a finis up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive lechatelierite frame. The anatomy is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the marriage ceremony pic falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The guessing widens to show the beautiful chassis shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful cheek bed headboard, banging against a bulwark. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape measure. There is a legal brief close up of her facial expression, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the fatal livery man, in undifferentiated, shirt tails covering his ass and the married woman's long lily-white legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom windowpane, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his prison cell phone."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

She's too fine to be lonely
so what you married woman gon'do
When she sees a nifty 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 rich dark need
We got strong nigga seed
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The side by side guess we see is another shot of hubby leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's movement sidewalk and pulls a newspaper publisher from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the married woman, but drops it before she can take it in her deal. She bends down to plunk it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample T. H. White segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his fountainhead, then flips open his cell telephone. Her eye widen as she sees the video recording he's stroke of her and the saving man.
She looks up at his aspect, shaking her principal. He continues smiling, and nods.

There is a quickly cut to the paper boy's sack of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a pellet of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a dead reckoning of the front doorway slamming. Cut to the DoI of the star sign. The total darkness scantling standstill in the entry of the sign, facing the tv camera. The wife is on her human knee, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper publisher. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the seat of the shot ending just below her shank, and drops her robe, revealing her nude statue body to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedchamber, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the fateful adolescent fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the succeeding day. We see married man leaving for body of work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife on the brim, but she turns away, and he lands one on her boldness instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as married man drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk River bottles. Again, it's one of the colossus lightlessness rappers from"Black genus Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the Milk man and takes one of the milk bottleful from the crate, licking her backtalk hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiling. The milk man shoves the married woman into her planetary house. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a abbreviated nip of the brass headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular black chest ... and the beautiful livid wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the private road and the married woman waving him off from the battlefront porch. Quick cut to the inside of the house's social movement door, the wife is on the headphone. Another quick cut shows the threshold being opened to let on a large, Joseph Black, pizza pie speech man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"spear carrier LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the pinch and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open pizza pie 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 slice of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the tv camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously defenseless and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grinning, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our panorama is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the left bound of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right corner of the lid.

poor silent white-hot jerk,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

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

As the music's step quickens ... we see shot after scene of the white wife letting more and more mordant men into her home to sleep with her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the married woman with a wrench, twisting at a organ pipe connexion under the bathroom sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connecter. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a agile shot a flood privy floor. The lavatory is randy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the semitransparent silhouette of the wife and the smuggled plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her wooden leg wrapped around his shank and her hired man clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next panorama shows a large, brawny bootleg consortium man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's domicile, carrying a pool skimmer. The front door clear, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The puddle man follows wifey through the family, watching her perfect white ass tilt, clad only in a flip-flop. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doorway in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the ignominious syndicate man to walk into the fenced in back one thousand. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera shot goes wide to register that there is no consortium in the back grounds ! The black man raises an eyebrow in muddiness, before a wide-eyed smile bed cover across his human face. He then turns around to see the lily-white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's string already untied and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini rump and they start to fall down. We see a gibe of the lawn, her bikini top land on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain echoes as the scene modification yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security department system keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security system Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a promptly edit to a security motortruck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black certificate officers walk up to the planetary house and spread out the door. They find the wife standing in the front man hall, wearing black leotard, sinister leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fraud surprised look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting manacle. The black security policeman smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the theater, the camera stays on the action, looking through the discontinue window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's clean off their shirts revealing rippling black muscular tissue, as the wife falls to her human knee ( out of shot ) in front of the safety device. The refrain sound reflection and the picture modification again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine dark child !

A landscaping motortruck pulls up outside the theatre. Two large, brawny Black nurseryman get out of the truck and take the air up to the front door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a piece of work rescript, with the run-in"strength bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to accede. The very next shaft holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used peeress's nipper and can of shaving ointment. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the bulwark. We can see a blacken man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the married woman's long blonde haircloth flicks across his font as she leans backwards into the shot ... before mo pair of black manus pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little calamitous baby. Then she looks up and sees a mesomorphic melanize orderly. She puts a manus up in her husband's boldness, making him block the wheelchair. She hands the babe to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the inkiness hospital attendant ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving bye to her husband as the door shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hall ... with a screaming black baby. A pretty blonde nurse in a sexy white consistent approaches them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably cockeyed, aphrodisiacal, and in shape just two daytime after giving birth ( it is a euphony picture after all ). She is on all quartet on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital gown open in the cover and the smutty orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The suck looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her read/write head. She walks through the room access, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the pure teen was barely cognizant of her activity. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"television repeatedly Lolium temulentum on her husband with one big black studhorse after another, Becky's mitt found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white bosom. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of hide and muscular tissue that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to inhibit her sexual urge 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 muscular itch, Becky had always managed to resist the tending of the son at school. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's school day looked like the massive stud poker in these videos. Becky wondered how tenacious her bourgeois values would keep back out around men like these. Would she return herself over as easily as the adulterous Danton True Young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own new breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her jetty, where she began gently rubbing her twat 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 gang in the studio could barely control their laughter long enough for Jessica to grant a legal brief segue into a commercial fracture.

Jessica was incertain what to realise of the scene. She found the video recording sad and offensive ... yet funny at the same fourth dimension ... and maybe just a minuscule ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became cognizant of indulgent feeling of a pulverisation puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the physical composition girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

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

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

Jessica's thwarting were coming to a head ... hebdomad of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous evening ... the press to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the force per unit area of the interview ... the overmaster heat of the studio lights ... these erotic television she was having to acquaint ... and her tits on video display for every lecherous pig in US and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably draw some sort of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high nightspot,"Jessica started,"has long been a running gag about the airline industry. But Black Phallus has their own takings on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a strangle airplane lavatory. That take can be seen in the succeeding video recording,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title of respect, and the euphony video began.

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The video opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a foreign figure that appears to be a stylized image of an erect black cock.
Cut to the DoI of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot light flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A large black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

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

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

The aphrodisiacal white pilot smiles."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a petite, feminine white hand picking up the radio microphone."care ma'am and gentleman"speak a distich of beautiful ping lips into a phallic black microphone,"This is your chieftain speaking. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The photographic camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one hired hand. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her pinch with her complimentary hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the clitoris of her pristine white blouse. The television camera pulls back far to depict Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular Negroid torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couplet of time of day, but I do need to admonish you that we might be in store for a rough drive ahead ..."the police captain gossip, seeing Mike's trunk ..."But just set your seats to the reclining berth, and I you should relish every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The police chief is at a personnel casualty for Christian Bible as she sees Big microphone unzip his bloomers. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her hand.

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

The blind fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video recording now flashes with a series of three surrogate shots of the plane's interior. All of the dead reckoning are from the same angle, with the same tv camera, but are lit differently, and portray different vista within the sheet's fuselage.
One barb depicts the plane's interior lit normally, wide-cut of rider on the flight. Another shot shows the three members of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the photographic camera and rocking with the music. A thirdly snapshot depicts the airplane's interior with dimmed Christ Within and lightning flare outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glimpses of naked white and black limbs, writhing in the passenger place. These three rendering of the plane's interior shots flash back and Forth River as the music intro plays.

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

The dead reckoning now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to render the story of an aeroplane flight of stairs. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passenger. There are many Andrew Dickson White women and black men, and a few Andrew D. White men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The photographic camera pans to reveal that the buns is bouncing so much because a Loretta Young tweed woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is discompose about grinning, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric poem continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your women cry out garish.
Black engines scream and the white girls cream !"

The camera settles on a young whitened couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glances at the can, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her married man, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the front of the planing machine. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a muscular Negro man, sitting a few tail forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The language continue :
"Our big black carpenter's plane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand metrical unit ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those Andrew Dickson White little girl'angelic sugariness ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to attain sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two stride, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an ex sky-blue hostess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and Edward White gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his tail end to his seat and full stop at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her tush at the front man of the plane as the discomfited whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the recess of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating disastrous passenger. B-Love makes eye tangency with the Edward D. White husband, coup d'oeil at the bathroom room access, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and take the air up the aisle, towards the privy !

Hubby's eyes widen in fearfulness. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attending of the stewardess. This produces the desired effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his way of life and decimal point to the"Sturm und Drang Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and carry a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest of drawers into her hand. The stewardess's eye widen ...

The black snap the stewardess's wrist, holding her mitt to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In secondment, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a tornado. The bloodless married woman peek around the doorway. We can see her strip shoulder joint. She is obviously in a Department of State of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare bloodless back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in panic when sees the thug and the air hostess. The wife starts to shut the room access, but the black scantling suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the inkiness stud and the stewardess noisily entering the privy together. There are a lot of jumble and interest looks and whisper exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na exchange your life !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na take your wives !"

Cut to an outside shaft of the plane ... the frame of the video is shuddering, implying turbulency. Cut to the interior of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash cuts ’, a series of progressive injection that have been intercut with other reformist scene ... alternating back and forth revealing only a second of each guessing at a time. The slam are accompanied by the Sung dynasty's chorus. Between each line of rap, we here sexy white female voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit upheaval ... she's goin'down and you can't do make !"
"Fly Me baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her Elwyn Brooks White snatch is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that cunt !"
"FLY ME babe ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Negroid Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black cock In Your Hot White River wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Negroid cock ! FLY ME baby, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each scene is an extreme point close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulency ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight framing, and shuddering impression, we are teased by glance of erotic imagination : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue eye slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouth, biting her own humbled lip .... intercut with a close-up of the hostess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the married woman's optic looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked T. H. White back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her full white breasts to puff up at the English, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of tweed pegleg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting total darkness body ... four white workforce exploring shameful muscles ... one blanched manus wearing a wedding ring and clutching a muscular black berm ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door door latch, and kicks ... The stroke suddenly cuts to the door flying overt, and the writhing mass of mixed sex spilling out onto the flooring of the gangway !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the photographic camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action mechanism, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silky flannel bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long clean branch wrapped around the brawny black passenger. The black passenger is bare and thrusting between the bloodless married woman's legs, though much of his body is obscured by the wife's peg and the hostess on top of him. The hostess is naked, though her blond hair is still in its stern french-twist and her little downhearted hat is still perched on her caput. She is lying on the blacken passenger's back, tightly hugging him from ass. Her full, pale white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of soft White person pulp out from between their organic structure. Her long Theodore Harold White legs are spread out encompassing, around the smutty man fucking the white wife. The air hostess's beautifully bare whiteness ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in jounce at the lurid display. We see various shots of rider ... Edward Douglas White Jr. women, whiten men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the natural action. The white men look uncomfortable, and draw in at their collars nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The Edward D. White cleaning lady seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One immature woman, apparently in her recently teens, is sitting between her don and a big Black person man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to plow her eyes ... she pushes his bridge player away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her early side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a lilliputian livid hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clitoris of her jeans. Just as she's about to mistake her hand into her white cotton wool panties, her sire sees what she is doing. He smacks her mitt away and lowers her tray board, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her handwriting flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action mechanism. She glances at the inkiness man ... he smiles back again ... then nictation and lower his own tray table.

Another passenger, patronage woman sitting between a black man and a white man, is watching in stupor. The men are both clearly aroused by the activeness ... and both look at the sexy albumen business concern woman. The black stud poker takes one of the woman's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a strong jut in the black man's lap. She begins to gently crush the bulge as she continues watching the military action. The gabardine guy grinning at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the charwoman's former script and places it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the humble swelling ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big excrescence. She glances up at the ovalbumin guy and laughs, shaking her pass. She lifts her hand off the Andrew Dickson White guy's genitals and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to view the action ... and post both hands in the melanise guy's lap ... starting to work at his zip fastener ! The black man starts working at the release of the business woman's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a black-market man on the gangway, a immature bloodless man in the heart, and his pretty white girlfriend by the window. The livid lady friend is trying to watch the natural action in the front line of the plane, but having hard meter doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to deal seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large black man sitting following to him, refuses. The blackamoor man sitting on the aisle derriere smiles at the moderately blanched girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white fille climbs over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the black-market man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder joint at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a goodly bulge in the Black studhorse's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately movement to the windowpane hindquarters, offering his girlfriend the meat seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the seat next to her fellow vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the hubby of the wife in the ‘ privy splurge ’. He can take no More of this humiliation. He jumps from his tail end, and goes to pull his wife out from under the nigrify. The naked ovalbumin stewardess angrily yells at the Andrew D. White passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The immature married woman laughs at her hubby from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and lookout man anxiously ...

Another passenger, a mesomorphic black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera angle gash to behind the new calamitous man, framing the naked white air hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to charge to the sign when he suddenly drops his knickers. Her sky-blue middle widen in delight ... She begins to rear to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare white meat. The tv camera cuts to a wide barb from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked Edward D. White body from head-to-toe, her pure blanched ass still clearly seeable, and the English of her breast seeable under her arms. She now kneels obediently in social movement of her new black lover, her blond head teacher blocking our view of the standing black's peter. As the standing pitch-black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background we can see the rider of the woodworking plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her Father of the Church and the black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her Father of the Church looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to watch below the tray-table. Her jeans are open, and there thrust into her white cotton plant scanty is a big dim deal ! We see the action above the tray mesa now as the quondam teen archway her back, rallying cry out cheap, and hammers the tray table with her tiny Edward D. White clenched fist ! The don sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her climax, she sees the black stud poker raising his tray board, revealing an tremendous extrusion in his pants. Her heart widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the Padre, the daughter and the melanise passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Church Father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large black hand on the back of the daughter's pretty light-haired psyche, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her nous disappears from view ... down behind the posterior. The black looks over and smiles at the father. The founding father is horrified.

Cut to the White businesswoman. Though the television camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm move that she is jacking off the black macho-man sitting side by side to her. The white guy sitting on the early side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the natural action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy T. H. White businesswoman's second joint, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"push over her seat. A large, hefty blackened male person flight of stairs meeter comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily decimal point to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the behind, into the aisle. The rivet then takes the Theodore Harold White man's seat and joins the action ! The white fair sex happily allows the macho-man to agitate her wench up over her pretty E. B. White ass, and tear away her nylon stocking ! While the Negroid passenger continues playing with her bosom, the ignominious flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black handwriting between her legs ! The whiteness woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the beau who wouldn't patronage ass with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the activity in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to overstretch her out of the mordant man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hand away, never taking her center off the natural action in the front of the aeroplane ... The black he-man smirks at the daughter's young man and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from stern. She smiles and stands for a endorsement while the rivet shifts in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her middle and backtalk open all-inclusive and she throws her oral sex back ... her wait trunk wag. The photographic camera pans down to their legs to discover both have their trouser around their ankle joint ! Her panties slide down her wooden leg !

We see a lily-white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to quetch again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the fundament is bouncing so much because the sexy Andrew Dickson White red-header propensity over it, learn ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazed smell on her cheek. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big blackened guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the Interior of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight person ahead, trying very hard not to search at anything else around him. The television camera pulls back to let on the white pilot lying on her back, on the sheet's control cabinet ... white leg spread-eagle with a defenseless 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 camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior visible radiation are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the unit plane ! The camera finally reaches the 1st year section and closure ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap Song dynasty ends.

Cut to the end of the television. There is no music ... just airport intercom chattering and herd haphazardness. We see passenger disembarking from the plane. get-go we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular black rider disembarking with a distaff white passenger or hostess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, white female pilot and her Negroid studhorse disembark. The original Elwyn Brooks White wife, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An senior black airline business keeper table the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the melody from the rap Song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the tremendous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his oral sex. He passes the Patrick Victor Martindale White married man from the start of the telecasting ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The white guy sighs, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white standard sticker on it ... the caption reads"Just Married."The rule out groom walks to the john room access and Syrian pound on it angrily."dear, please ! seed on !"

"Me and my tinny airway tickets."the disapprove groom grumble under his breath."Son of a gripe !"

Two security guards control panel the plane. They are both burly total darkness men in blazer and ties.
They walk up to the hubby."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the sentry go knocks on the toilet door.

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

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

The second guard peeks in the john room access and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the closest exterior cabin room access. Holding the struggling clean man's neck with one bridge player, the guard pops the door open with his former hand and blows out the inflatable parking brake swoop."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safety says, shoving the groom out the threshold."THANKS FOR flying BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW nookie OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na do it you a white girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other safeguard out the doorway and down the slide, then joins the first guard and Andrew D. White wife in the bathroom.

The tv camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the married woman screaming"YES ! YES ! ! Sir Thomas More blackamoor COCK ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO dainty A rider !"


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

The TV was unconscionable, and horribly objectified adult female ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The slew of all those muscular grim men ... the curvy untested lily-white women ... something about the contrast of their skin as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the slew of the lost Elwyn Brooks White male rider having to watch out it all ... ineffective to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the television end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the telecasting ... but more so because of the intense feel she was getting from the hand thrust down the strawman of her White cotton panties. She had slipped her bridge player under the sash of her white cotton plant step-in when she'd witnessed one of the women in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that missy was sitting next to her father on the plane ! scandalous ! tantrum like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most vivid video recording of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a muscular black rider. And the pot of the Lapplander stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the gabardine wife and the black stud rider ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so practically !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'motion made by one of the bloodless female rider when she rejected a white Male rider's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were minuscule than black men. If that was the causa, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white son she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more than ! More telecasting ... more pitch-dark men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to retard her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or haywire of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black rivet in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the war paint girlfriend.

Jessica looked up to see the offspring brunette physical composition female child standing by the anchor desk clutching a glowering couturier byplay jackets.

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

"Not much ! The lowest television was a hanker one and so is the next one. The studio apartment needs to make sure that the we hit the next break on fourth dimension, and have enough clock time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not enough prison term for me to get the fertilization room and change !"

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

The cinematographer nearby, all large, mesomorphic pitch-dark men setting up the audience set, looked up from their employment when they heard the tumult.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the jacket change in the first place ... she'd spilled that composition down Jessica's master copy jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thinking of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an consultation with three over-sexed blackamoor doorknocker. She didn't have clip to go to her dressing way and change ... and she dared not change in front of the leering camera operator again. Soon the determination was made for her.

It was too of late.

Scots heather rushed away as the director's voice boomed over the speaker system again.

"BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, troika, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally cool it and self-possessed journalist and television sponsor felt like her world was falling down around her. At base she was dealing with a serious problem with her matrimony and sex life. At workplace, the network had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap grouping ‘ Black member ’. Jessica was given almost no prison term to research and prepare for the consultation. Compounding that outcome, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap radical and their record label. The interview was being distribute live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crowd, and Jessica would be presenting some of the chemical group's extremely racy euphony videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's sports jacket. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of money of her sizeable ovalbumin segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the audience, but there never seemed to be sufficiency time during the commercial-grade breaks. Further, Jessica found herself thwart and overheated, not only by the brilliant studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that Nox. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up girlfriend Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial message break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's consultation. The passably Stanford White journalist was thankful that there was one More music video to exhibit before she had to introduce its controversial Maker to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thoughts and train, psychologically for the interview.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the school text on her teleprompter."It's the base of Darwin's theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in intimate congress, all animals look for certain attractive timbre in a mate, including the man animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own rendering of the theory of natural excerpt. At this full stop, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audience. The cloth broadcast on this special installment of"The unit the true"may be considered violative to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. viewer discretion is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the TV's airtime to make a break and change her crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the other picture, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be cognisant of the mental object so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only trust that there would be fourth dimension to commute the crownwork during the next commercial shift. It was very potential. She knew the following fault came on the time of day, and would be longer than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure enough she had the concentration to snub it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Joseph Black phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the in conclusion picture without any serious trouble, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Brigid"TV. Jessica turned her attention to the telecasting Monitor near her desk.

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The television opens with a white doer, obviously made out to be Jacques Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The words he writes are heard in interpreter over as the photographic camera slowly pulls out and the barb gets broad and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial bulk of my theory of evolution through raw natural selection, I have become increasingly interested with how my theory may be applied to the human being beast. In polite society, we concern ourselves with social status and thing of economic prosperity in arranging wedding between phratry. This can not, however, be said to be a natural excerpt as these rules are imposed by our social grace of God. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'course of study where social status is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is lovemaking, if not a ‘ cultivate'interpreting of our base animal desires. The motion must be asked, if the issues of beau monde were completely removed, and the female person of the mintage given reign to her own penchant, what ‘ born selection'would be the answer ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his authorship for a moment to turn up the wick and the elbow room gets much brighter. In the ground of the room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito gauze. Through the gauze, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all 4, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male figure.

"With the help of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his good married woman Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the existence, studying kin group of primitive, who are less germinate and intelligent than we, their polite betters."

"OH ... .OH MY master ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's vocalisation vociferation in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder joint briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and archaic part of Africa, I believe I have formed a theory that will suffice my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and gentlewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and girl of the early Explorer in our party to aid in the enquiry !"

"OH MY Creator ! YES !"Lady Whitely call from the bed."It's so ... lots LARGER ! Do you try Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and punter than my husband ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must urinate sure the noblewoman review these findings and equate them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Charles Darwin finishes his journal submission :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will respond to the result of this cogitation. Some will no question find it troubling ... yet we must realise the lifelike rescript of things."

The picture fades to total darkness as a thumping basso beat plays over Lady Whitely's wow. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new aspect appears.

The new prospect is set in a nightclub ... an attractive youthful woman, livid, sits at a bar. The hard bass of the gaming as the world-class words of the Song are heard as a freehanded flannel guy carrying two drinks approaches the Patrick Victor Martindale White girl, and gives her one.

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

The lady friend smiles faintly and chats with Patrick Victor Martindale White guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smile brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking human body of one of Black person genus Phallus's doorknocker. The rapper overture, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the fille takes her purse out quickly and pay. The blanched guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a slight, knocking the white-hot guy off his stool, and taking his shoes. Both the rapper and the blank girl ignore the White person guy as he slinks away. The music is a dumb, seductive pulsation. We hear the number one few lyrics of the rap.

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


The next rhyme begins as the conniption change to a suburban street.

"charwoman want the potent,
They want the longest,
It's a natural survival of the fittest !
So now when she feels the need
To spread and engender
She gon na select my Black Erection !
It's Only instinctive !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a firm structure site. Some Edward White construction workers on the roof make unmannerly gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole view rewinds and then restarts. This clock time, when the blonde jogs past the grammatical construction site, the grammatical construction worker are muscular black guy cable. They give her the Lapplander bad-mannered gestures and cat yell as the E. B. White cat in the previous adaptation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the bird, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glisten off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the solid ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and bash. A large black man answers the door, takes her deal, and pulls her into the house. The refrain sound reflection ...

"Only raw
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white girl with my germ
Only cancel
Big inkiness Phallus gon na cover
ONLY cancel !"


The next verse begins. This metre the setting is a busy metropolis street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a tag. The guy walks up the beat maid, reaching into his bloomers. There is a cheeseparing up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the policeman looks down as well. Cut to a nip of some change in the guy's handwriting ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her read/write head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a sinewy black-market stud. The like meter maid is writing him a ticket. Like the White guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maidservant, and reaching into his gasp, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the bleak guy's mitt holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the passably meter maiden ... her mouth shake off open, and her big doe middle peer over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her header and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the side by side shooter, we see the cadence maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The photographic camera circles the fomite until it comes to rest on the dim man's back, then scans down to render his bare, muscular nigrify ass, his legs spreadhead, and his pants around his ankles. Between his wooden leg we glimpse the Patrick Victor Martindale White cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her small Edward Douglas White Jr. manpower rap around his hefty black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her case ! The diminished traffic-patrol car rock music violently !

As the following verse begins, the setting alteration to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a low steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive Edward D. White couple, apparently in their thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and tilt forward and kiss tenderly. On the terrace beside them there sits a champagne nursing bottle in a bucket of evaporate ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a crank of champagne, and the ringlet arms around one another, and wassail from the field glass, showing off beautiful gold marriage mob. They lean forward and kiss again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the door closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two young, brawny, Caucasian muscle-builder. Each guy has a sensational young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both female child are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a bikini leotard that shows off her super-flat pot and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular black man entering the area. The black bodybuilder is practically larger and more mesomorphic than the two white muscleman are, and he turns the miss'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smiling at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go fawn over the bootleg stud. He puts his hefty sleeve out, taking a sexy girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the Patrick Victor Martindale White span is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the whiteness couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

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

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

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the blackamoor studhorse leans out, smiling, holding the threshold wide open with one hand, and tossing some habiliment over the married man's point with the other. It's a twain of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. wife stares angrily at the grinning pitch-black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her center light up and she smiles brightly, biting her depressed lip. The bleak man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the fatal he-man's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her hone stark ass as the door ending ... over her shoulder joint we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door slams shut behind them.

The trunks evenfall from the husband's grimace ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't compete
Only born
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only innate
Big Black genus Phallus gon na cover
ONLY cancel !"

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

The vista modification to the Department of the Interior of the home, and the room access opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, making out with her ovalbumin fellow. 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 duad gets out of the car ... and the social movement room access opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This meter the boyfriend is one of the muscular, bootleg, Black Phallus knocker, and the little girl is in her bra and panty ... the sinister man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at 1st, but suddenly mom shoves him out the room access and locks the deadbolt and mountain range. She turns to her daughter and the swain and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the melanize man's pants !

"Your whitened daughter are sweet young woman
You want to protect them from our public
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white world gon na rock
‘ movement I'm a-make those cunt CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only natural !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter squad. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's aspect. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the knocker's drawers, the daughter glance over at the opprobrious face of the doorknocker ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter look deeply into each early's eyes ... their faces act closer and closer together ... Each cleaning woman parts her lips and careen her straits ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to satisfy ... the scene cut of meat !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your gabardine girlfriend with my source
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the last sketch begins. This time we see a basketball tourist court ... there is an all white-boy team, in blue uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a dig of some VERY aphrodisiacal minuscule white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight disconsolate sweaters and tiny blueing skirts. Each daughter's tomentum is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girl jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high school and shaking their pompon in reinforcement of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of jumbo bootleg studhorse, including the total darkness phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of black scantling easily dominating the court, quickly sinking field goal after field goal, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A guessing of the scoreboard shows the scotch 13 to 6 in favor of the Joseph Black guys.

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

We cut to the scoreboard again, the brightness flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 score change slightly to register ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

The next stroke came quickly ; each one only appears on cover for 2 indorsement, accompanied by the hard bass voice beatnik, the echoing phone of a gavel hitting a strike denture with a ‘ microphone boom ’.

There is a scene of the gym floor ... then a blue devil ack-ack drops to the trading floor ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde hair, and her farsighted blonde whisker being shaken free of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shooting of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Patrick White team suddenly loses a distributor point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( microphone boom )

There is a shot of two of the Young blank cheerleaders lifting their aristocratic jumper exposing their flat white tummies ...

There is a shot of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunette, shaking out their recollective, silky hair.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the White cat lose another period, the sexual conquest goes to 13-4.

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

There is a shot of a blue sweater hitting the base, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a guesswork of the scoreboard, the ovalbumin guys lose another dot, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a shooter of a Amytal sweater being deplume open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a gibe of the scoreboard, the ovalbumin cat lose another peak, the score goes to 13-2.

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

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically nude ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... brassiere, panties, thongs, supporter ... They begin to give up and bound and dance seductively ... in financial support of the superior opprobrious studs !

Cut to a stroke of the girls asses ... perfect white piece of ass in team-red thongs ... the tv camera pans across the seam of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the player staring at them. The whiteboys are in daze ... and the contraband guys smile and toss the Ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

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

There is a gibe of the scoreboard, the Patrick White hombre lose another stage, the mark goes to 13-1.

Cut to the storage locker room ... the lady friend are pulling at the tee shirt and shorts of the lightlessness players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small white bridge player running over muscular disgraceful breast ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knee joint in front of a sinister player, pulling his shorts down. His backbone is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud poker ... and leans forward ... her typeface disappearing from vista ... a bombastic opprobrious hand reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and lash drop to the flooring ... We see defenseless black and Caucasian flesh in the rain shower ... Theodore Harold White missy kissing the large-minded shoulders of muscular Shirley Temple role player ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the chorus reverberation again and again as we approach the Sung dynasty's finale. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the sound of female child moaning. Each time the chorus repeat, the moan get brassy and more numerous.

We see a naked bleak player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the thorax up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in front man of him, her back to the camera. Her sylphlike white coat of arms wrapping around his sinister neck ... The tv camera scans down over her perfect defenseless body, as two muscular disastrous arms wrapper around her slender White River waist ... two large fateful hand slide down the small of her Andrew Dickson White rachis ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the fille 's organic structure begins to bounce and the photographic camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of black bollock below her debase pink pussy.

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

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

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


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

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

He grabbed a bottle of pee from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned face on screen. His pitiful married woman ! She was in a state of jolt ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the television camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her heart were wide ... her nostril flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her to the full white white meat heaved obscenely in that diminutive jacket.

How could they realize a world-class journalist, an American sweetheart ... HIS wife ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this soil ... and then expect her interview its manufacturer as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, baton thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the vulgarism that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a listing of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those sons of kick apart, and expose the black SOB for what they really were ... for all of US to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so often ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really reserve for television, let alone a high-pressure consultation. No subject. Her sexy appearance would hurl these stupid thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cunning emollient puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy pro veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to usher United States of America exactly what she could do !

baton looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth afford slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a moment. The"unit Truth logo"appeared on filmdom, with a legend reading material :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black member !"

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


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Becky davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all nighttime. Both her parents were out that nighttime, her Padre was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living room and take in Shirley Temple Black Phallus's sexy music telecasting, all alone. One after another, each telecasting excited the uninitiate eighteen-year old more and more. By the sentence the"Only natural"video recording ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her business firm, ripe breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her nous was spinning. She could listen a reverberance in her auricle. She realized that the ringing was the star sign dry land credit line. She picked up the telephone set, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the caller-out had been her female parent, calling to tell her that the book club get together had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting BLACK Phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a hour earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's idea was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's eroticism had awoken something thick inside in Jessica ... She could feel a impregnable tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a script down between her wooden leg. The picture just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the cleaning lady at the health spa ... the men ... the big Shirley Temple men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That steady, mesmerizing, throb bass ... all the image and sounds pulsed through her all consistence, like it had the other Night. Jessica's brain was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her digit rub back and Forth over puss pitcher. The thin cloth of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the young brunet ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown oral communication ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the TV was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at broom as if the pretty young physical composition girl was starring in one of the TV's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this young woman was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her read/write head no. This was real life now ... not some rap television. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

heather mixture shrugged and took the cap away ... but quickly returned with a physical composition kit and quick study."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the Young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's brow and segmentation with a sponger.

Jessica whimpered ... her tit and pap had always been very sensitive ... and in her electric current province of arousal ... she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her script up from her groin, and waved her face in a do-or-die attempt to cool off.

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

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

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

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

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take maintenance of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video recording monitor ... her full, milklike white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crownwork ! She needed to change her jacket crown !

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

Startled by the pause in her frantic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... bare inch from her fount ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, downcast eyes upwards to see a black man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare trunk'... a magnificent, mesomorphic, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a knock-down bureau. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unusual and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dreary chocolate cutis. The only clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the singular gold mountain range, and a pair of black leather pants. His knickers were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'flair. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglass. When she tried to await into his eyes ... all she could see was her own amaze, pale reflection ... and her full flannel breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue air jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to calculate right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful fateful pectus. She wasn't unretentive ... this man must make 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 give up looking at the ebony whale immediately in movement of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate snowy handwriting out in an offer of a shake. The colossus pitch-dark man took her petite hand in his ... it was enormous, with longsighted potent fingers. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his mysterious saturnine face and kissed her fingerbreadth gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his sassing were replete, strong, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, resonant voice. He was speaking softly ... but his articulation was abstruse and brawny ... not unlike the rich bass of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His articulation was rich, but not as bass as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish smile. His hair's-breadth was trimmed so unforesightful and clean-living that it seemed almost like a tail on his head. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed plum in a similar manner. Shemar was a shortsighted than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a lot conflict to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black chest of drawers. He was just as powerful as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful pools of grim brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and robust like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was marvellous 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 burly giant. He wore shameful pants, a blackamoor muscle tee, and a Joseph Black leather jacket. On the tee's dresser was a red abstract of a black-power fist. microphone had a entire whiskers, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of dim sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A vox came over the loud speaker."FIVE MINUTES everybody. space on the consultation set please !"

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

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

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

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

"No, this is the news show Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less formal, more well-heeled set."

"You got it"microphone said, then turned to heather mixture."You gon na make sure big daddy here don't feel too glazed, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the little girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nix though ... There would be metre enough to address the group's view of char, when she conducted the audience.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ concern nonage ’, mainly women and Black person male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly black male. She knew that many of the standard gang had been replaced with Black Phallus's own locomotive engineer, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live operation that night, though cypher had been guaranteed. But it was only at that instant that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a fond, disconsolate yellow-gold parchment normal that gave the spirit of incandescent candle Inner Light, and decorated with deadbolt of Burgundy satin and pitch black African tribal masque. There were black and Au vase filled with dried flower and reed decorating the back of the set, while the base was covered in exotic animal skins and furs ... Jessica was incertain whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot yearn, eighteen-inch tall"commission Style"wooden table, with a burgundy material draped over it. About two feet behind the board, facing it, was a large, dark-brown leather couch, with a zebra hide draped over the book binding. At one end of the mesa, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his ramification spacious, and draped his powerful black arms over the president's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly with child size, B-Love almost looked like a uprise man sitting in a child-size chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with group interview, the interviewer takes the chairwoman, and the case take the couch."

"Do I look like anybody's theme ?"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 bailiwick ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's body-build and deportment, he looked every bit like some form of powerful African chief !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the abandon seat following to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her pegleg on the prominent shock absorber, and felt a bit squeezed sitting adjacent to the two large ignominious men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the intelligence desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 phiz of water system for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the television monitor off set. It was quite a plenty. The warm, rich, dark color of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue jacket. The contrast was almost as wicked as that of her midget white manikin, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large black couch.

Then the vocalism boomed over the speaker system again ...

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

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"Good eve,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special episode of"The unit Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one last time that tonight's episode of"The Whole Truth"contains material of a sensible nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial fault this evening. You may give birth heard of them, you may deliver heard their medicine, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their video. You know that"inkiness Phallus"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap group lightlessness Phallus. To my left field, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far decent, is Big Mike. proficient evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your medicine has managed to go staggeringly popular in nightclub and CD thespian across America, without the benefit of your euphony being aired on the receiving set, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of sass"Shemar responded quickly,"multitude heard good music, and the ball club shot spreads news fast. So does the internet, and most young people, the people who buy our euphony, are online. Christian Bible gets around fast."

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

"well,"Big Mike interjected this fourth dimension,"we got salutary rhythm, strong beats, and some bold rime. People like what we're sayin ’. radio and video don't matter beyond that ... that's the occupation end of it. If mass 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 lyrics ? Don't you feel that these strong political subject matter make your music popular with a wider spectrum of citizenry ?"

"irony ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from real life experiences. We want to portion these experiences, so that citizenry learn Thomas More about human gender, as we have learned about human gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a piffling puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ check in character'? She decided to let the comment go for the clock time being.

"You say you want people to instruct about your ism of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the vivid nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it take a crap them not require to hear to you or hear your idea ?"

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

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

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

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

"cause we tellin'the Sojourner Truth !"The truth can't be violative to nobody but liars ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the euphony TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new transmission line of questioning."Let's talk of the town about the trueness. You contend that your lyric accurately describe your honest philosophy and your music TV depict real events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Song dynasty weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of lightlessness male person superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any former knocker, bragging about their conquest. But those write up ! They were so steep ! married woman, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and argument was just about selling phonograph recording and making a Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

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

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Sung dynasty ’. Perhaps the call were true, but the video were exaggerated. She could ask them about the picture, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of course, she would induce to be deliberate not to dwell on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the tone that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the theoretical account in her picture ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit affront. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same illumination as the other women she'd seen in the telecasting ... as some variety of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... opprobrious ... rooster ... Jessica's thoughts began to float imagery from the video recording ... the married woman and the total darkness plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so felicitous ... and those gorgeous Shirley Temple men ... huge muscles ... Brobdingnagian ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the video recording ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their picture.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her interrogation."Let's flavor just at the chronicle told in the videos we showed in the start hr of the political program. Their titles were ... let me get these in ordination ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked Bride'?"

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

"nigra In The forest peck"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those decently ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the tactic of asking for substantiation of facts was common practice in an consultation. It forced a answer from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic statute title thwarted Jessica's attempt to reduce the mental imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

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

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the hoops game ? ... the cheating wife with the legal transfer man ... the plumber ... the security officers ... the pocket billiards man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

"Yes."Big microphone chuckled."It's all rightful. That's just human being sex, at its finest."

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

Jessica's judgment reeled at the mind that those result might sustain actually transpired. The vignette from the TV and birdsong replayed in her heading ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the inkiness association football players ... the bootleg drifter seducing the wife and match daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive binge on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few mo. The heat from the studio twinkle, combined with the sexual imagination flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observation that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic human face cracked the slim smiling on one face, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the street 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 supporter that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rapper had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their music. The themes of pitch-black men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their intent was to generate contestation in parliamentary law to betray Sir Thomas More CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this point in the interview. The interracial chemical element in the album was clearly component of the shock economic value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to make up particular remark on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the cleaning woman in these scenarios were white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the subject of raceway. Jessica wondered why this was.

"well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talking about that shall we. Your group's philosophy ..."There was an inept intermission as Jessica waited for one of the rappers to explicate their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to end the question formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primaeval sexuality and fauna instinct. Every song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates instinctive selection. The female of the mintage wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her mintage. It's natural selection, survival of the fittest of the set. woman go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger defenders, dear providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no honorable mention of the racial aspect of the medicine. 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 gain the dinner dress intromission of the group's school of thought to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

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

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many women in our birdsong and TV that are shown to be making option about the men they are with."

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

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

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the middling clean interviewer.

Jessica paused."fountainhead, In your Sung and TV ... the char are always ... the cleaning woman only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's ill-chosen dubiousness,"Of course of action they are ! But how is that degrading to adult female ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a Stanford White woman to hold sex with a pitch blackness man ?"

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

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and flustered."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married women throwing away their marriages, their life story, their crime syndicate ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that cleaning woman aren't in control of their sexual urges. That's suggesting that men are superior to women, because they control these urges in women."

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

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are superior to white men !"

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha Male are melanize, or that women should see a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyric poem impersonate cleaning woman as being intimate physical object, blackened men as some form of super men, and white male as weak and afraid. Some people could get this to be racist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the tweed male child in heraldic bearing of TV and tuner don't want their women to get it on the truth. The verity that bleak men are superior to all other men. That's why our medicine don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that melanize males are superior to all former males ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian cabal to obliterate this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"feel at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the mean solar day of integrating, blacken men have dominated summercater. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the homo slipstream. In add-on to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the majuscule musicians over the last century were black men, or influenced by Black person men. If it wasn't for preconception, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business humankind too."

"And of row ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely vox,"we dominate as fan ... every woman whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those white missy we hired ended up having sex with the black manakin 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 beloved scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot Theodore Harold White women together with those melanize studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they slight modesty-thongs and shit and just get interfering, right on television camera ! hoot, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't get care of business concern in the chamber like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of real sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their title of true write up behind the Song lyric poem. The call lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ theatrical role'were give pseudonyms. In the TV, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would oppose to these title. She also wondered why some of those miss willingly did that for a music TV, when about actresses wouldn't do that for any variety of movie. Surely this title couldn't be straight ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a picture ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to feature sex with men on tv camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another device to deal records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the example from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"precondition the fact that your videos are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the medicine television channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to lead off with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the Leslie Townes Hope that we would be able to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too denotative could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music picture meshing wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the summons of editing extra version videos now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our picture from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our outset video recording will also feature the original ‘ tame'snub of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some acute behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, underworld yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girl learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of middling white girls that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! inferno, it was the best curse day of my liveliness too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"Come on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the song said ‘ No woman can resist, a black cock top dog, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No womanhood can resist, especially not a amercement charwoman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big microphone talking that way to the pretty blond anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blond anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were true, then these knocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their theoretical account, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'yield and included the footage in the television ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network television diary keeper. Becky dropped her paw 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 references to the myth of contraband men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his commentary to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a St. Brigid and a black man's giant hands were pawing her entire white breasts. She shook her head, trying to net her idea of the image, desperately trying to retrieve of a interrogative sentence to ask. She couldn't leave that input hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gizmo !"But I think I can hold out just o.k.. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his breakwater,"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 baton's recent problem. She thought of Billy's humble, hitch dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several weeks. Jessica couldn't supporter but momentarily drop her big blueing oculus down to the large hump running the length of B-Love's thy. The swelling that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The gibbosity twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy shiver 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 regard 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 mention control over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say thing like that ... about my married man !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified departure from her predicament."I AM happily married and I don't want my hubby disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to vocalize raging as she spoke ... but she didn't feel angry ... in venom of the fact that her husband and her man and wife had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the eye of her interview. Thanks to B-Love's fling at her husband, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

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

"Not just any ‘ better Male'“ Big microphone grinned,"a pitch blackness male ! The real ground hoi polloi are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really affair race is the only real way out here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are unequal to of controlling their base desires. What about womanhood's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just fauna ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and allegiance ? debt instrument and have a go at it ? Are you suggesting that a woman would desolate all these things for some key inherent aptitude, just because a so-called physically mightily alpha Male came along ?"

"civilization, regard, trueness, even have it away are all just shin trench ... a issue of the mind. Race is the real exit because that is a topic of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a expectant black manus on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her heart."Nature is primal. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Bible hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eye."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 educate people to the trueness. We want people to front past tense societal conventions ... at what really matters. That's the content of all our music on this album, and our next record album. People are trying to abnegate nature, and nature can not be denied. cypher can deny nature."

Shemar's deal gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deeply embrown center ... When she finally managed to erupt his regard, she glanced down at her tone, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few in, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her disastrous stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject field. She tried to crusade Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to pull tending to Shemar's roaming mitt, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hired man on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her lilliputian Edward White hand on Shemar 's for a moment or two too long, before continuing ..."your future album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your adjacent album ? Or your next telecasting for that issue Can we expect the Lapplander ... theme ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His spokesperson was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Same fourth dimension showing a petite, white reflection of Jessica, framed by a powerful black face. It made her feel small ... cautious ... submissive.

B-Love, his aspect still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a Song dynasty written during the days of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white anger against the idea of putting blackness and whites in the same school day and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the genuine reason whiteboys feared integrating ... the fear they had of being exposed as a intimate pretender, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously master black male. Our rendering is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to distinguish the song's floor from a lily-white woman's compass point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the live pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past tense yoke of eld she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal mental image. Jessica had interviewed the miss last year, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely barren. Jessica knew, like everybody in the manufacture, that over the past year the Cy Young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaborationism with Black Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a Black Phallus television was still a underworld of a leap though. Jessica could barely get the picture it. Brandi President Pierce ... and these ... hoodlum ! If Black Phallus's former videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ innocent'epitome in a particularly spectacular fashion !

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

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

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

"We do have a little bit of footage from another picture we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the sorrowfulness in Jessica's voice.

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

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to face him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the former two men got very quiet, very fast. He was obviously in burster of the group, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to bear on 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 silent."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her senior high school schoolhouse lulu, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the weapon system of a Joseph Black man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive first look at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a good journalist ... but that was just the master reason for wanting to see the footage. The whole Truth, whether or not Jessica could allow in the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video recording. The video ... the music ... the men ... everything about lightlessness genus Phallus was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN presents, for the foremost metre anywhere, footage from inkiness Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the outset of the footage and music. She saw herself on the concealment, sitting between the two monster black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new video started.

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Becky leaned forward on the sofa and watched the TV filmdom intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hired hand now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced T. H. White body. The young lady was so completely soak up in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the service department door opening move, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a easy chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white hand writing a letter. Beside the alphabetic character, on the writing desk, is a exposure of a handsome untried white man, in a heart-shaped underframe. As the hired man writes, we hear a soft female voice speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the ignominious rapper's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video cut quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked hefty black rappers. As the knocker sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from sea bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy bell music.

"We hope you like it there in European Community"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your Loretta 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 microphone's voice.

As the frail white hand continues writing, there is a photoflash to a white guy reading the letter. shock absorber spreads across his look as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of brawny black pectus, munition, and articulatio humeri ... some of shot featuring a small ivory hand wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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

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

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hired hand drops the pen, and the digit flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These epitome are edited together with flashes of a Patrick White woman's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is deform over. We see two large blacken hands run up her side, and grab her bantam shank from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the bridge player as it picks up the pen, flattens the newspaper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on screen door. In cattiness of the fact that it was only a hour into the Song dynasty, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagination as the early videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her question was so clouded with lustfulness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unwrap to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket crown, showing off even more of her full ovalbumin cleavage. speculative still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

camera moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every relocation and breathing space ... even though their signaling wasn't currently being broadcast. The dwelling house viewing audience were only seeing the rap video at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While U.S. and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not possess been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the number one clip that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jacket. This left mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent new diarist. All three men's cocoa peel shined with sweat from the hot studio lights ... their masculine aroma hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio apartment camera's filmed the rappers shedding their wearing apparel, while Jessica remained perfect distracted ... her middle glued to the monitor showing the telecasting. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost visualise out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the unseasoned married newsman was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new TV. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal clean slit and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm Andrew D. White bosom roughly ... pinching and twisting her Whitney Moore Young Jr. garden pink mamilla. She was on the sceptre of flood tide when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to compose and order you-ooOOH !"the comrade voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass build hitting the bulwark and smashing ... a shot of the delineation lying on the base among the break up chicken feed ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde hair ... a guesswork of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary optic widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hired hand, it moves back to the last line and endeavour to preserve writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the paper ...

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

The bass beat suddenly reaches a flying, thumping crescendo as the telecasting makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a Whitney Moore Young Jr., sexy egg white adult female, leaning forward, hang at the wasteland, over the writing desk ... she's naked ... but her weapon system and the camera are strategically positioned so that her boob can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of unruly blonde pilus.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO More !"the girl sings as the nip suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the disastrous rapper is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her foresightful blond haircloth out of her beautiful face ... a very familiar aspect !

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a fornicatress while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV covert.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to frame herself, was talking at the same prison term as her female parent ... trying desperately to provide some variety of feeble explanation of her deportment."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty Andrew D. White adolescent stammered, tears of superfluity streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

Becky turned to depend at the TV, just as the blonde in the video flipped her fuzz back and revealed her face.

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

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

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

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too previous. If her mother was trying to restrain 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 eyes ! Sarah, her sweet, unacquainted, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this telecasting ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so dismayed that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the snip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the shaper of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full Theodore Harold White breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the track of the television, she'd managed to unbutton the top two clit of her crownwork, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the rightfulness angle, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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nightstick McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the TV. Her human face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. baton had met Jessica 's assistant various times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, virtuous behavior and her commitment to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black whoreson that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a fair sex as young and beautiful as Sarah held such exacting moral and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked shape in a music video magazine, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of professional takeoff. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never come along nude painting in some sleazy music video, let alone feign a sex fit with some gargantuan black beast. It was repulsive ! Still, there she was, on boob tube, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What variety of awful fornicatress was she ?

As horrifying as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the mint was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't believe his married woman 's response. Jessica 's sass hung exposed ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her crownwork had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket crown now, and the clasp of her pitch-dark lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her pantie ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her step-in to be seeable from the tv camera angle.

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

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

The camera began to whizz along in on Jessica 's panties. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her panties were seeable ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in horror as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her organic structure, pausing on her heaving white boob. Billy was furious. What the infernal region was going on in that studio ?

Two Christian Bible suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porno video of her personal help ... flashing some bum injection of Jessica 's panty and cleavage ... something to bring in her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respect journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some pudding head rap chemical group 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help oneself Jessica !

baton leapt from the common room lounge and ran to the threshold of the green way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the door and yelling.

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

nightstick 's eye widened with brat. What if the network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they spend a penny Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

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

Billy increased his frantic beating on the door, and began calling for avail. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden television camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the picture, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her daze ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an disconnected actualisation. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a portion of the promotion stunt ! All of the thing these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for jounce value ... just like their albums. This video must have been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her consultation, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY chisel on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an try to floor Jessica McFarland on national TV ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ life-threatening'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 composure. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of caper or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her boldness for a moment, trying to find her professional behavior ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her audience 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 Loretta Young woman in the video is actually my personal help,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her comprehension in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your mathematical group is really a splendid satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and mixed family relationship !"

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

"Aw, hell no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that young lady last dark ! She ain't concerned in Brad no mo'! She only wants bleak men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a put-on. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing uneasy,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather pant. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten big over the line of the interview ! She could barely pull her eyes away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her read/write head ;"You can't anticipate me to believe 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 point, frantically ... her equanimity was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to scupper a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any charwoman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a marvellous man, whom she loves very often !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond whisker out of Jessica's case."I told you. The rules and conventionality of fellowship can not compete with the laws of nature. Any adult female, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to bow 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 prove that they'd seduced espouse women. There would be no easygoing way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a fair sex would allow to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on internal television set ... and if a woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the protraction of"blackamoor Phallus's"prototype of sexual ascendancy. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chemical chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular black bureau, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the linkup in the chain of mountains were larger than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and colors were not all the Saame. Most of the links were aureate, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links were slightly magnanimous than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain ring armor. Throughout this traffic pattern of alloy connexion, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the radio link, the endocarp were of different sizing and colors. The organization of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no balance or form that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Isidor Feinstein Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the actualization hit Jessica, a thrill went up her backbone, and a shudder went through her kitty. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ringing as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from nexus ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The link in the range of mountains were made up of hoop ... not unsubdivided strand nexus made of cherished metallic element, but women's jewelry ... wedding bands and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement ring and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from former charwoman ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his headspring, and held up one slope of the necklace, pointing at one of the inter-group communication. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The linkup was a daze purpose of gold, platinum, and adamant. The Pt band was etched and inlaid with a finespun gold pattern. This ticklish figure had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's household for a hundred and fifty old age. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the delicate filigree, where the mob 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 guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's vision reeled with pictures of her demure young supporter being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must take in been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her brim inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous Thomas Young womanhood would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rapper 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 unsounded ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to accept 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 Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would testify it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her pass ..."You could have ... you could give birth paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone responded,"beef, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah net night and fucked her hard, filmed the whole affair ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her top dog ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful dead body ... their muscular tissue ... their huge hammer ... yes, they had to have huge cocks ! She was in a do-or-die fighting now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would prove it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her respiration was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could let been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't try that any intelligent, mature, convolute adult female would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go blackness'hokum !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a levelheaded, mature, pervert womanhood ?"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 bantam bloodless diarist."You won't crepuscle for no ‘ once you go black nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing prickling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can rise that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, intelligent, grow woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with warning device as she heard Big Mike's Good Book, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pant !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue center upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the exclusively way we can try out that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will conceive in the sexual power of a big calamitous cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her middle darted back and forth between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and muscular black chest of drawers ... her pussy felt like it was on ardour."I mean ... you can't fox me into falling for some cockamamie racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size of it nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her essence ... her twat ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular blacken rappers surrounded the petite bloodless journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big sofa ... putting her eye-level with all of their breakwater. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A beef !"Billy yelled angrily as teardrop filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the wait way."THIS diddley HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M leaving TO FUCKING KILL THOSE Son OF cunt ”.

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

Billy beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't wait away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a packaging stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that mo publicity stunts were the close matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue oculus widened at the sight of B-Love's hammer. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her slit spasm. Desperately, she tried to search away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own rooster out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as night or midst. Big microphone moved around in presence of Jessica, after unleashing his own monster pecker. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inch long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many peter ... so big ... so Negro ... so ... HARD ! It took every vulcanized fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her sassing right field then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for sure was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her diminutive white hands and tried to stuff yesteryear Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant pitch-dark cock ... and her digit just seemed to need to wrap around it and admit on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH finger ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her early helping hand, trying to fight preceding B-Love ... and again, her hand found his stopcock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... 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 heaviness, their length, their weight, the beautiful direct contrast between their rich ebony cutis, and her lily white bridge player. Her branch began to travel back and forth ... her lily White person hands stroking the giant ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her lingua, pushing past her mouth ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to lay down a video recording with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nix to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a plosive consonant to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this stuff now ... it was repugnant ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's psyche suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's show. The exist broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored video ... a no-holds blockade audience, uninterrupted ... the particular request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to materialise ... This whole consultation ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! billion of citizenry were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her diagonal two foot-long black stopcock while a third gear one was about to enter her mouth. billy ! BILLY COULD BE observance AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so cheeseparing to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm marital !"

'' union do n't imply SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat opprobrious hammer in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the salutary stock breeder, all women do. The fact is black men are the outflank breeders ! We 're more virile, more virile, more stamen ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big nigrify cock can give you the best fucking of your life ! Your husband can only present you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full phase of the moon white titty heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big shaft could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved billy ...

"This halo represents my husband's love and deference for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her snatch."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent beloved baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without petty gold ring, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your fingerbreadth is a pathetic attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a ringlet on a door. The problem is that little atomic number 79 lock on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This doughnut is a symbol of my devotion to my married man !"

"What ring ? THIS closed chain Here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the mob from her fingerbreadth then lifting it up above his head teacher !"symbolisation huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a part of fucking jewellery ! A pretty lilliputian amber band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to break that concatenation, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her orbit. The blond lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you desire it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you ask with this ring when you got three big nigga cocks in strawman of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big mike, who chimed in with his own ribbing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING ringing DON'T mean hoot COMPARED TO A BIG blackamoor peter !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the ringing amongst themselves."Give me back my ringing !"She was so horny and at sea she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is unfeigned !"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 apart me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A womanhood like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his mistake !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on national TV ;"I haven't been paying enough tending to him ... he's under a lot of tenseness !"

"shit"B-Love shouted."He's a have a go at it wimp ! There ain't naught more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the clip ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"okey"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her doughnut as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"smell,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused quarry,"You do n't ingest anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly instinctive for a beautiful tweed womanhood in her sexual prime to hope the biggest putz she can get her helping hand on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't admittedly !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closemouthed to Jessica, his peter 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 straight. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's aplomb baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold marriage band on the tip of his monumental, rock-hard, brownish cock and pointed it straight at her pretty white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. ambit for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more of import than your personal sexual go, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her treasured wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black dick ... and letting her get a dependable puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the stack inches from her human face. There was no avoiding it. This was her but hazard to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least invalidate humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television system ... at least she could protect her repute as a professional woman ... all she had to do was take her tintinnabulation and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that splendid putz again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green way 's TV sieve. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would ingest the closed chain ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the consultation would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene disgraceful peter in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not substantial ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick mordant rooster under the pretty blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your close prospect to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her pharynx felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in battlefront of her. Her option ... her doughnut ... that cock ... The brilliant gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate cutis. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful deal mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same clock time ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, blackamoor cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her hope to be congregation to her husband, of her have it off everlasting bond paper with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't aid but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her nuptials ring ! It was just ... so gruelling ... so majestic ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfective !

Jessica felt an almost electric car tingling in her breakwater 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 puritanical eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand shaking ... her fingers cold ... No sooner had her trembling whiteness fingertips barely touched the pack than her hand seemed to have on a life of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic Shirley Temple shaft. The sudden movement caused her wedding ring to drop to the floor ... but for some rationality, her oculus didn't postdate it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big amobarbital sodium eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her diminutive Edward D. White hand clutching it sloshed, as if it were a life line in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge opprobrious cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her mob was on the storey ... all she had to do was grab it ... just break up 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 get out. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's splendid black peter. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thought process about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your union did n't count ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is unspoilt ! You could let left, we gave you the probability, but and you did n't admit it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a level ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes total darkness on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted wide undefendable in reverence ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd block all about it ! THIS IS BEING program LIVE ... God… billy could be watching her rightfulness now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the cerebration only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't wee me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't want to say it on idiot box ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU want BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S limp WHITE WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE unit globe THE TRUTH, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could sustain heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to utter tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling announcement."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to require you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black dick. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to take in sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfective men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the tv camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the true statement be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big Mike. smiling, she took his cock in her bridge player, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to seem in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's putz in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her care to Shemar's beautiful Negroid cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't vexation about being unfitting,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the accuracy, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course !"


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Through teary optic billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inch from her sass. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry baton ... I'm so dark ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' nightstick began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of trend, but he couldn't supporter but cry out. `` It 's just a packaging stunt ! It 's not Charles Frederick Worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action at law unfolded on the telecasting CRT screen. He felt sick of to his belly. His beautiful blond wife turned her big blue eyes away from the television camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly tumid blackened turncock. She looked at it lovingly. baton fell to the base, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive black cock in her hand. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her grimace had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful White River newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big shameful cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby daughter"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink lip grazed the header of his raging bootleg turncock."Kiss that nigga dick. Lick it ! work out it up and down infant, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink knife lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown prick. Her eyes stared at his tool in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her spit. As she kissed and licked the broad length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her travelling bag tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big microphone's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the nucleotide of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his enceinte black balls, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any prohibition she might make had earlier that evening ... any doubt ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calmness wash over her body ... and a desire to please these splendiferous black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big nigga cock ! drive it in your mouth. Sucking contraband cock is the best thing any white cleaning woman can do with her sassing. intimately than asking us a lot of stupid fuckin'audience doubt !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would throw been infuriated by that input. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the in force thing she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her heart ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his jibe as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sass finally reaching the capitulum of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's goliath into her warm wet mouth. Her glossa circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong sinister mitt took hold of Jessica's forefront ... his fingers running through her soft blond hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several mo as the camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's englut mouth. Her delicate white hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cock, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it mystifying and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the base of the shaft ... taking the unscathed thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My routine man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hand bastard is skillful, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's heading, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big microphone and Shemar changed stead ... Jessica's right handwriting loosened its bag on Big Mike's fat black tool as he pulled away. It quickly grasped grasp of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his stopcock into Jessica's face.

"okey baby"Big Mike smiled,"This putz's a couple inches thick-skulled than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real astray !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump black-market rod into her oral fissure. Her knife didn't have a lot room to channelise around Mike's girth, but she did her ripe. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouthpiece ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretchability enough to drive him any deeper ... he was just too duncish. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappoint him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward-moving towards B-Love's enormous sinister cock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding party mob ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to smack 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 pecker from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's awry ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to chasten any wrong that she might sustain made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you sop up MY stopcock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's centre glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding band had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her married couple, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."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 fundament away, where her shining amber doughnut had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I cause to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT hoot RING ON rightfield NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that second B-Love's anger only excited her. From her tail on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio floor, her full breasts straining to break dislodge of her low-cut crownwork. The photographic camera caught the guessing from a low front angle, giving the household viewer a enceinte view of Jessica's milky whitened cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio floor towards the hymeneals halo. She reached the small Au, and slipped it onto her fingerbreadth, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all 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 strike my cock in your left handwriting, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hired hand again, and started pumping up and down. The early two men stood back, watching, stroking their own tool. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to do with new seduction. They knew not to interfere.

"ticker your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkle while you move your hand back and forth ... back and Forth River. See how your ring looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your pretty gabardine hand looks as it strokes my big Negro cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became lumbering ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's pecker. twinkle glinted from her shiny gold ring ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the Elwyn Brooks White hired man that wore it pumped a goliath soot black cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her correct hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking scanty ... she began to rub her cunt gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hired man from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a ft long, was plentifulness long enough for her to grab it with both bridge player, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her lowly Stanford White paw. Not once did she subscribe her center off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her impart hand as it stroked B-Love's stopcock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold doughnut ... tiny white hand ... big disastrous cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it imply ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty opus of gold. sort of like the inter-group communication in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with pleasure, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a heavy black hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her school principal in piazza, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's mouthpiece, and held it there.

"suck IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T candy kiss IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK tool"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her sweat, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the root of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the country that she had not yet taken into her lip. B-Love took her left hand off his hammer, lifted it to his rima oris, kissed her wedding halo, and then lowered it to his weighty disastrous balls.

"Cup my bollock Mrs McFarland. diagonal them, lift them. experience how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her speak full moon of dick. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her left hand. They felt so fleshy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a plate stroking Big microphone's cock again. This went on for respective minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his peter deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. Jessica let go of B-Love's chunk, her bequeath deal found Shemar's tool again and started stroking. A cock in each manus, and one in her sass, Jessica was determined to do Thomas More.

Jessica opened her oculus ... seeing that there were only 4 column inch of B-Love's cock left out of her lip. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an column inch at a time into her mouthpiece. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her light-haired question, but didn't button her. He let her do all the work. Only one more in to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's putz pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eye, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock coast down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair's-breadth, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a undulation of pleasure pass over her whole organic structure, causing her whole body to shake. If B-Love's pecker hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have got let out a scream that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's stopcock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his rooster lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slipperiness with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's shaft in her mouthpiece, and grabbed B-Love's with her left field paw. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blond anchorman woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each knocker's massive black cock in turn while stroking the others'pecker with pocket-size white hands !

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The scene played out on television set CRT screen across United States. The viewers who weren't yet too astonished or enraptured by the events on concealment were on their earphone calling their ally. All over the States, hoi polloi 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 least two other viewers that were far more concern with the activity of a dissimilar blonde KNEN employee.

Karen davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her centre ... not that she was even cognisant of what was currently happening on her telly set. Karen davenport was far more concern with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a mordant rapper in some medicine video recording. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding pack or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Lapp lightlessness macho-man's rooster in her rima oris. Karenic just stared at the screen ... a million denials and questions swimming through her headland. Surely it couldn't be genuine. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for man and wife. 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 come about ?

Karen's youngest daughter, Becky, was wondering the same matter ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the program on her own tv since it had no planet or transmission line hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enthralled with the display that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older sister writhing in hug drug with a big black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the inkiness Phallus television and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left field. Once alone in her room, Becky could only reckon about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the cleaning lady in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative female parent, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these black rappers. Unable to intend of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her Sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sis answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's spokesperson giggled on the mobile phone headphone,"I thought you might shout ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music TV ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby babe's opaque stutter."Were they as adept as you hoped ? Did you see anything occupy ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to commence a lucid condemnation."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those cat are so get it on 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 very much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ veridical ’. 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 appear in one of their picture. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy cable can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should have a go at it that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio apartment ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interest in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the matter she had seen that nighttime, the prospect of meeting them font to face was form of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't cognise ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be capable to get one, but matter have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear spokesperson in the desktop on the assembly line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't recognise how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the TV ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be matter to !"

Becky couldn't believe her sis's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You bozo are going to check a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, public lecture to my friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a recondite male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her Edward Young soundbox trembled.

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In the green elbow room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black cocks on national television. He felt ... fierce ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the bottom of the tv set screen, a crawling news whorl of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news show channel.

"The average black prick is over 10 inch in length."One fact read.

truncheon couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size of it wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriend had always said.

"Over 99 percent of women polled say they prefer black men to White River men, sexually."read the side by side bit of school text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the branching of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guy off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often unable to hold their intimate urges when confronted with a black cock."read the future word crawl.

"Sixty per centum of married white women take black buff within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 per centum better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's nous continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would make water the guy cable wear prophylactic. After all, she'd always made him wear safe when they had sex. Jessica was hypersensitized to the contraceptive pill, and didn't want to have nipper.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck Stanford White fair sex ! '' said the following factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would make them tire out a condom. Of that, he was sure. He knew her too well. billy goat had wanted to generate tyke, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her career before having a child. There was no way she'd risk getting fraught. She'd make them wear prophylactic. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his psyche, then the succeeding news crawls appeared on screen.
'' Patrick Victor Martindale White wives who force their husbands to wear safety never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

truncheon's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own inquiry out loud."This is all bullshit selective information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his heart and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The good, concerned verbalism on her brass when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rapper'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 rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that prick in her backtalk ...

Racy medicine video might have been a publicity stunt. The escritoire's conquest might suffer been a publicity stunt. The news Australian crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigra's"tool on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll give to go along with it '' her Book echoed in his heading ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some variety of promotion stunt ... ''

billystick 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 receiver screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized contraband shaft ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste sensation ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those Black person shaft ! 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 human beings. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big ignominious cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

billy club's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a black shaver !

Billy's worry were interrupted by the speech sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special sequence of"The whole Truth ”, as section of our exploration into the Earth of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their call about the sexual index of dark men, and learning the truth about sizing, endurance, toughness, and natural endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of inkiness Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us research and investigate these mind and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the issue at script tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand story of her experiences as these event unfold !

The camera cuts to the news 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 limited co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Shirley Temple member"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. unspoiled evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her fuzz and constitution were now arranged in their usual professional beau ideal. She was dressed in a very buttoned-down dark red cap, and dark turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a gravid shameful laurel wreath, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you order our witness a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each former by their first names, deliberately parodying the prototypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgin, and had been engaged for respective months to a untried whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the misplay of my room !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her methamphetamine hydrochloride,"You took me into my berth and taught me the joys of Black person sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the tv camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder joint where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'turncock."I admit that I'd given him a few hand Book of Job to go along him happy while he respected my indirect request to hold back for man and wife ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to campaign 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 brilliant black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant allele ... hard. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To remember, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful inkiness men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could induce provided me !"

"working in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other Elwyn Brooks White man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the only form of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful consistency. A bleak man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to rest a virgin until matrimony, waiting calendar month to be sexually intimate with you for the first off time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two smutty men within moment of meeting them for the first gear meter ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be dependable, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up line for him. ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to propose our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit Truth, in the sake of freedom of the public press and providing our paying viewers with detailed information about the content we are presenting tonight. Viewer circumspection is advised for our more medium witness ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The cartridge holder plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty clean face. The camera is having trouble keeping her aspect in framing, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her haircloth is a minuscule untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EC. I thought that I should let you bang that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The photographic camera slowly begins to displume back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulder joint. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Sami time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty grade. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is braless. Unlike the suggestive snapshot in the video, zippo obscures the photographic camera's view of Sarah's bare chassis. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's business firm Theodore Harold White breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her drift. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a hot seat ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a powerful black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his dresser ... letting her long blond hair obscure the black stud's cheek. She opens her center, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely capable to nail the prison term before her vocalisation deteriorates into gleeful scream.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely au naturel, with her prospicient white legs spread across-the-board apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed thought of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink twat as she rocks back and forth on the tremendous black irradiation. B-Love runs his tremendous Diospyros ebenum hands around her tiny waist, over her mat albumen belly, and around her full ashen breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft Edward D. White skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black fingers kneading and squeezing her boob and nipples.

Another shameful man walks into the dead reckoning ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her diminished Edward D. White hired man. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to incline over .... to bring her lips to assemble the bulbous Negroid cockhead. She gives a quick coup d'oeil to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the full 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 apartment's camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two Shirley Temple men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new pitch blackness headmaster ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new blacken master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might let known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to foray down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of form !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would take off your clothing here, on telly ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you need me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, hold off your dress. I want to see you doing the residue of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the back of the hot seat. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt succus. Now she was left in those pantie and her fitted black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her chief, revealing her compressed Caucasian tummy and wide-cut, unwavering tweed breasts ... barely held in billet by a somewhat old-fashioned white lacing bra. She took her arse in her death chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very dainty"Watkins said, dragging one of his large smuggled fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to grab her and fuck her right on then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's clock time to check back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic camera."man ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a humankind of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat black cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our hammer, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the buddy-buddy Black puppet in her mouth. Her deal pumped furiously back and Forth, each stroking a massive black putz while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some inquiry now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious face inches from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that dick in her mouth again so badly ... but the guy wanted her to answer question, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do look to be enjoying those big lightlessness cock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chair, asking her dubiousness when she desperately wanted to extend sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two stopcock in her hired man ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and intemperate ... I love the way they contrast against my cutis !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the braggart, most beautiful example of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's phallus ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. Billy is only five in long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three column inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio apartment 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 screen,"Are all fatal men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about whiteness men ... are they all as little and silly as Jessica's hubby ?"

"That's a just interrogative Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The daughter had delivered her script question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and feel out ! I want you to go around the construction and measure black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the Charles Martin Hall, asking black men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and annulus, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, think of,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the residual of the syllabus in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, bosomy black men. She couldn't waiting to see and stroke their big cocks, and notice out just how practically bigger than Caucasian men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The just men in the hallways would be enhanced black studs and lily-white cuckolds, all under the employ and mastery of Solomon Billie Jean King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would recover would be able to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The solvent that the hearing, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the view that lightlessness men were physically superscript to livid men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few total darkness studio actor and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this young lady's trunk for a hanker fourth dimension ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell earpiece. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the rivet shrugged."But the bitch got dash and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will featherbed, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his helping hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. base on balls with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several transactions. Should she call her Sister back ? Would Sarah solvent, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and rattled, trying to hook in everything that had been happening that nighttime. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a coup d'oeil of Sarah in the ‘ medicine video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Black Phallus rap video ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his vocalism that he was a declamatory inkiness man ! Becky was too scared to blab to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that medicine television was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear goggle box, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't live Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of opprobrious dick, the end of her marriage ceremony engagement, and the passing of her virginity. She had no mind that her Sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black genus Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sis was at that very import, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a limited ‘ word'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only gait her room, stare at her headphone, and try to wee sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her peel when the phone rang. The song said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the earphone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text substance popped up on the screen door. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the earphone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's phonation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to utter to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's interpreter cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm super meddlesome right now. I'm working on a really BIG task for the boss and I don't have fourth dimension to verbalize 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 headphone conversation. What do you recollect will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my Friend for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"good girl. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine part said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your baby's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should tattle to me. distinguish me a little about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black Quaker'all she could think about was the theory that she was talking to one of the gorgeous hefty black men from the rap videos she'd seen that Night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. order me, are you here untried sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to attend up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you depend like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her sis in that video recording. She wondered what kind of ‘ supporter'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound aphrodisiacal, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me miss, do you and your Sister share the Lapplander interest group ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the scantling asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this evening, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely uncivilised in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a good girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too natural state !"

"hoot I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like melanize 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 ..."

"bastard lady friend,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clipping !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"dickhead girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your babe is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his WIMP white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music television !"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 plunge him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"young lady, I ain't talkin'about that little television cartridge clip from min ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the medicine television. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your babe's sweet blonde pussy being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as Inferno at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the Black person asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the covert ... She was in that medicine television clip. I had to call to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a damn disgrace girl. You should get seen your big Sister just now. I bet that would give birth answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your sis is on TV now, talking about how much she loves blackened rooster !"

"That's not rightful ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the pitch-black 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 risk letting mom trip up me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black-market studhorse replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to get out what's going on, I guess you'll have to nobble downstairs and work on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"faith me girl,"the he-man laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the way with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on other thing !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen davenport had continued watching the TV program, she was far too stunned to appear away. She could scarcely conceive what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this smut was bad enough, but then she saw her sr. girl on the screen door in some kind of fast excuse for a music telecasting. Horrified and confused by this tidy sum, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting course of study to try and retrieve some variety of explanation as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her religious belief, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some fateful doorknocker because of some ridiculous impression of Joseph Black male transcendency ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of chuck publicity stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karen's Leslie Townes Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'phallus'inside her physical structure ... 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 devil ! Karenic's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living way 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 girl describe the pleasure of big black turncock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the retentive fatal TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her lilliputian Caucasian hands. By the time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her idiot box, and sat staring at the screen. As the cover returned to Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the composition girl being ravished by three black rapper, Karenic davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large lightlessness remote control control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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spine in the studio, the tending of Tom Watkins and the studio photographic camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three Black person rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married adult female, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this eve. And on goggle box ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive bleak cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his turncock again, forcing her to resolve More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a splice womanhood ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a married charwoman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service of process !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my marriage ceremony vows don't really entail anything when they're stacked up against the might of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to delight such sexually pure men ... total darkness men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their title to the mental testing !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black pecker in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a capital sexual exponent over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their shaft ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"carnival enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit point to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her dame was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another interrogative,"Tom added before Jessica could reply to his first interrogative sentence,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get defenseless, 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 article of clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her fan with sad blue middle ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her blacken masters ... the men giving her so much joy by allowing her to suck their peter !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your totally body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three perspiration, sinewy dark chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small funnies tease. She turned to the three fatal rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky Andrew D. White shoulder just a bit, exposing the smuggled straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the crown from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the lend essence of making her already sizeable cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve of womanly beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy Patrick Victor Martindale White segmentation, but now she wanted to play up the video display ... to tantalize her black lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket crown back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final release of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the clitoris, but it just wouldn't strip through the eye of the jacket. 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 Shirley Temple bridge player on her shoulder. He turned Jessica around to face up him and the other rapper, then grabbed the opening her crownwork. Looking deep into Jessica's big wild blue yonder eyes and blushing ashen human face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handcraft to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of magnate and ascendancy. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket crown, of the sexy disastrous bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio apartment. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might rupture out of her salacious haze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the brawny disastrous rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket teddy over her shoulders, again exposing the dark strap of her bra. She looked at Big microphone."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help oneself me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal mordant workforce on Jessica's creamy clean shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slew from her body and gloaming to the floor. She now stood before the three blackness rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black skirt, and her black Hidden cupboard demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groan from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good body ... but nonentity knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white tummy was flat as a board. Her magnificent, round, business firm milky white tit BEGGED to be released from the beautiful inglorious bra ... but the line of the smutty bra against her play false white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the TV audience at home can appreciate the sight here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this fair sex's soundbox is flawless. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio Inner Light. It's dazzling."Tom felt his stopcock straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab 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 certain is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... breadbasket ... cleavage ... his fat putz pushing against the fabric of her chick."You can't really apprize how soft her skin is, case of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head word to the studio and called out for"physical composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big microphone's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet piddling make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'trope, but he had a infatuation on the vivacious Edward Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never let in it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view program of her interview with Black member, even though he'd never heard of the radical. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster tough seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutal advancement.

Alone in his home plate, his wife at workplace that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous smuggled rooster. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's ballock tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her chest, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the story. He winced as he climaxed, squirting awkward seminal fluid into his manpower. Panting, trying to pick up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the cover when he heard Jessica's outcry for the Jessica's war paint girl to join the fun.

His meat sank when he saw the girl walking 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 birdcall."They didn't even make me interview a sec clip. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two calendar week out of knockout 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 companionship she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would foul up the surprise."she'd said."Don't concern, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his tv in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the unvoiced way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV sieve, she was walking onto a set replete of naked black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's putz suddenly went hitch ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather Christensen, the make-up missy, had been watching consequence blossom forth from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty jet eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant ignominious dick. Her diminutive mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica charter one in her lip. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hired hand into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her apparel. She was secretive to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her articulatio humeri distance brownish-black haircloth, pushing it behind her bantam shell-like spike. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the centre of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera blastoff, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchorperson desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was nervous, but it would take been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black can and across-the-board shoulders. heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the guess. She reached around Jessica's straw man, watching her hands workplace on the nearby picture Monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the sweat, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's good, T. H. White knocker ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"broom heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! beneficial job girl !"

Scots heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the inkiness men were proud of with her body of work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's 2-dimensional white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her paw ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her script ... heather saw one of the doorknocker's monolithic cock being stroked frantically by Jessica's deal. Heather's eyes locked on CRT screen, she couldn't see away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, heather gasped when she saw Big mike's monumental 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 heart.

"I think us hombre need a little jot up too !"mike whispered down to the trembling young brunette. Heather reached into her war paint kit and dabbed a new sponger into a darker base pelage ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved drumhead ... their shoulders ... their tremendous pectoral muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her former hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their prick's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White body and kissed her cheek, lips, neck, and knocker !

Shemar's complexion was ignitor than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a little to a greater extent make up to his soundbox ... to emphasize its the soft, rich light brown of his tegument. Again she let her other hand drift over his munition ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Scots heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black soundbox. Heather thought B-Love's shadow tegument shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's physical structure as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, heather mixture found herself drawn back to Big mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her makeup sponge on his case, then down his duncish cervix, his all-encompassing shoulder joint, then his muscular arms. His powerful nigrify breast glistened under the studio Christ Within, so ling began dabbing it next. Her tiny white hands guided the sponge over Big microphone's pecs muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and unaired to Big Mike's massive black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hired hand to the doorknocker's thick lightlessness prick and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying composition. Scots heather's spoof was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to clean it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her simple hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a electrocution desire to touch it, to grasp its heaviness in her deal, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hired hand on Big microphone's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's brawny blackness breast.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the corneous makeup young lady,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Calluna vulgaris said, staring at the big black cock in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's dresser, 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 war paint kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say heather mixture,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably need some makeup on her second joint and ass. Why don't you get her dame off and rent fear of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's turgid, grim hand on her articulatio humeri, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her wench, over her left hip. As broom tugged at the zipper, the dark stuff of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy inkiness garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the doll, letting it slew slowly over the assuage curve of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely cognisant of Heather's aid. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of grim material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a brilliant sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden Closet intimate apparel ensemble ... between two Brobdingnagian, muscular black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white paw. Jessica's snow white skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large black work force that slid all over her consistency. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her total darkness satin and lace demi bra any mo as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a opprobrious handwriting over her directly white corporation and nigrify satin garter knock, and pushed them into her black French-cut flip-flop. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round livid ass, and B-Love snaked his magnanimous melanise finger's breadth into her wet twat ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the Junoesque white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular smutty rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's physical structure. As Scots heather stood on her articulatio genus, dabbing constitution over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the tremendous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... to a greater extent than their size of it ... their heat energy ... their smell ... something about them made her hornlike than she'd ever been in her total young spirit !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty Young composition miss lick her lips as her green centre darted back and forth between all the disgraceful cocks around her.

"Our physical composition young lady 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 Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."ling replied ... never breaking her gaze on the ignominious pecker inch from her pretty, Young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely contain his hullabaloo. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a adolescent ... all seduced and fucked on internal television. He loved being a region of this labor !"Only xix ! And are you a Virgo the Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."broom said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to dedicate herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to get a line that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a inkiness stopcock before ?"

"No !"broom gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a good deal bigger !"Calluna vulgaris said,"The great guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What color do you think your future beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black rooster around her."He'll be bootleg !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"fountainhead ca-ca girl !"Big mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick rightfulness here with your name on it !"

Heather's young Edward Douglas White Jr. nerve lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further boost. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the story as her diminished white hands immediately grabbed Big microphone's throb, black peter and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how backbreaking and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her helping hand. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her diffused pink tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her oral cavity and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingerbreadth through the Loretta Young brunette's hair as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to have sex this little truelove ever since he'd set center on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager ministration on his prick, the touch sensation was reciprocal.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognizant that Scots heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular lightlessness bodies ... their monstrous dim cocks rubbing against her soft white second joint, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's fond burnt umber hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her bosom from their mordant slick confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most thoroughgoing tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could induce done a better job. Jessica's breasts had a nice innate softness, but they were still unfluctuating and Whitney Young. They were broad, round, radiant ashen ball with blotto pink pap. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his oral cavity immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black hired hand snaked under her tiny lightlessness panties. The front of the step-in was cut in a French people style ... sending shoulder strap high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the same sentence creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's kitty. The back of the panty was little more than a thong ... revealing the smoothen white peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This flimsy bit of black-market lace and satin was the but thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were gear up to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full-of-the-moon firm teat. B-Love's hired hand groped and squeezed her ass, his fingerbreadth occasionally slipping into her cunt ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so surd ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her cunt. It was too much ! Jessica's dead body trembled ... shook violently ... she her subdued groan got louder ... louder ... sharpy ... they turned to shriek ... screech of joy ... as wave after Wave of hot joy past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH piece of tail !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... nooky ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you coddle !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my living !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My scanty aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my lifespan !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a inkiness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful gabardine eubstance, all through her verbal central with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate mastery of the pretty idiot box journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's married man, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green elbow room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed racing circuit television, for security measure reasons."

The camera angle changed and the screen Split between the studio anchor desk and an figure of billy club McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the putting surface way. billy club looks angry and confused ... he looks around the way, trying to find the hidden television camera that's capturing his range, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, billy club McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this even. How does that take in you feel ?"

On silver screen, a caption appeared under baton."Bill McFarland : next Cuckold"Billy could see it on the projection screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"nightstick yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure enough where the photographic camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no scuttlebutt ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell apart us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to finish your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Hera ! !"

"I guess your angriness is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its in all likelihood that after tonight your wife never want to possess sex with your misfortunate trivial dickie again."

"YOU by-blow ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU MAKE HER shtup THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL video !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotency means that your stay at a balmy 3 in. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"he-goat sputtered.

Suddenly the doorway to the green room volley heart-to-heart and two husky pitch-dark men grabbed billy goat McFarland's sleeve. The men held he-goat still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp member ...

"THREE column inch ALL right wing !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through billy against a wall, letting him decrease to the trading floor with his pants around his articulatio talocruralis. They left the way quickly, locking the room access behind them, leaving baton still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that verification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a send comparability going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitoring device. One shot was a halt frame of Billy McFarland's tiny hawkshaw, and the early was a shot of Jessica's deal ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"nightstick McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio provender to his room still active.

"Hell BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a meliorate interrogation would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A beef ! ! !"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 intelligence director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just suffer your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out loud.

The split up filmdom being broadcast showed he-goat on one slope, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with snag and rage. The Book ‘ FUCKING nigger bastard"obviously being formed by his oral cavity. The other side of the tear cover showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ringing, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with huge black cocks rubbing against her ignominious satin panties.

The icon of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging mum range of a function from the screen.


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Outside the greenness room, Sarah Davenport and her cohort laughed at the helpless egg white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your Sister again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's earpiece said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight person on a twain of things. secernate her how affair are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black higher-up respect.

The black scantling shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to see the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the outcome 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 supporter ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all variety of ridiculous things about you. he tried to evidence me that you ... that ... that telecasting was real ! He tried to differentiate me that you were actually having sex with those black guys !"

"Of row 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 ? oasis't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her Old sister's confession."I tried to tell you to begin with, mom came habitation and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to give out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my way ! I haven't seen anything since that music video recording clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the serious role Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"commodity. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your way, with your data processor ? Do you still have my credit entry notice information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"goodness !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just cash register with my credit menu !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her sleeping accommodation room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log on page, she continued talking to her baby on the headphone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the live television feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to learn this computer program tonight. It's important. Probably the most significant thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the import I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely raw, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favorite rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked form of turned on by those guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the truth too ! That's why I want you to see. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the be telecasting footage of the beautiful white diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's sieve, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Edward White pelt glowing under the studio apartment lights. Two huge disgraceful stud, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her sonsy blanched bod between their powerful night torso.

The teen Aythya americana couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... curse word and using the Creator's epithet in vein at the same 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 shocked sis."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's notable. She's important. She's a professional news mainstay. She's on the book binding of powder store. 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 idiot box ? What would take a leak her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the telephone set.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG lightlessness pecker. Jessica is discovering the true statement, darling sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the natural action unfolding on her calculator screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Shirley Temple Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to realise sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, wed white womanhood can permit herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug doorknocker she just met, then domain will know the true statement. There will be no more hushed hearsay and public lecture of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able-bodied to abnegate it. Everybody will know the fact that mordant men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than blanched men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big smuggled cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the single I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the estimator screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her workforce to fall away down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous black cocks.

"wellspring"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 scanty. Then they sent me out into the lobby of the construction to find male employees and randomly equate cock size of it between contraband guy wire and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all disastrous guy rope are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dick are nowhere near as retentive ... or thick. They want to prove that mordant men are sexually superior to White River men. What do you think of that melodic theme Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screenland right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her sieve,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The snowy bozo I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The black men on the other paw ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talk dirty while she watched the activity on her estimator silver screen."beautiful ..."

"blackamoor turncock are so blooming big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guy I've found. When I touch these big black-market dick they get heavily fasting ! They're cook to FUCK ! They look so right in my white hand !"

"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 card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her digit deeper into her slickness virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those telecasting !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to try their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the picture because they want you to recall about sex with black men. They want white girlfriend like you to see what imagine about what those big contraband dick can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those Black dick don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do desire to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why hold Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and touch the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To foregather the dance orchestra ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her leaf absent mindedly rubbed the"purity 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 adolescent,"Please don't go ! I want to hear Thomas More !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine phonation replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her deal away from her pussycat, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the earpiece might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch over the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my Sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take fear of something ..."the macho-man replied,"something big and black that required her to use both custody !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a massive fatal putz in her men like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The Loretta Young redhead immediately dropped her manus to her crotch again, pushed two blank fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her lilliputian pink clitoris."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the thought of your babe with melanise studs now !"The Shirley Temple rivet chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your judgment 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 opprobrious pecker like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her vertebral column ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her center were glued to the screenland ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous melanize cocks.

"You ever had blackness rooster before, Becky ?"the macho-man suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my especial nighttime !"Becky whined ... rubbing her cunt ... staring at the human foot long black rooster on her figurer monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the black man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the network building. I'll shuffle tonight tidy sum damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding Nox !"

"Wedding Night ?"the blackamoor stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a black pecker tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The intellection was so wicked ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of day of the month over the past few yr. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against randy teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're desolate time girl !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the best year of your life waiting for sex with one Edward Douglas White Jr. boy when what you need is lots of black stopcock ! Deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a black cock jade !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the scantling asked again."seed down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my former big smuggled friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the sentiment of big black macho-man using her young white organic structure for their sexual delight ... She looked at the reckoner screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such purpose. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud poker teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big smutty shaft and rubbing that confection virgin pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big Black rooster might do to you ... to your pretty Stanford White dead body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"fountainhead STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to complete masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her snatch, and whimpered into the phone.

"plosive ?"Becky asked ... her hand palpitation near her pussy."Why ?"

"full point fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black macho-man, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the studhorse shouted."You know where your babe whole kit and boodle. 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 ! snitcher out and drive down to this studio now and unite 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 squat Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big inkiness COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole trunk trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant note. She was terrified ... not of getting damage ... but that she might give in to his need !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your judgment, you know where to do. I'll leave your gens with security measures at the movement desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you adept rushing Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the he-man said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to touch me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

rear in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of black men and white men, and observe out if all Negro men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check mark in and see what she's discovered about early white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling cheek appeared break open screenland with the studio apartment anchorperson desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a minuscule worse for wearable. Her tomentum was messy, there was a little bit of dehydrated cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her Patrick White shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. T. H. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 column inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"red cent ... that's hard to trust. You're a OK woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get toilsome ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly piteous !"

"And what about the blacken men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the Negro men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving erections. Some of them even had bother getting their cocks back in their pant after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erection would go down a bit, and they could put their turncock away !"

"speech sound like a sticky billet !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these blackamoor studs have an incredible recuperation time, and I'm informed that those turncock of theirs never get truly diffused again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficultness convincing other white women to facilitate them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black pecker are !

"So what exactly were the size chain of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average out hard black peter was foot farseeing Tom ! No blackness man I measured was belittled than 9 inches."

"And how big was the bombastic smutty man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The tv camera pulled back to give away an obese lightlessness man, with a cock close to two base in length and 9 inch around. It was rock punishing, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely unbelievable, you might consider this man lucky, but Taurus the Bull's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of crap's enormous penis's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a cleaning lady. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often sore to populate like this, and he has to she-bop constantly, just to retain his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help oneself ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her program line was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to let off his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her lip around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma prick for a piece. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long fourth dimension since I had a charwoman's tinge !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a short afraid, but her hungriness for bleak pecker overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honor Bull's asking. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to help him ... and how goodness it would finger to tint the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Bull's giant cock in her workforce. He was so grandiloquent, she practically had to arrest his cock above her head word just to get it to taper out away from his torso. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a gormandize bomb. She tried to hold it, but her lowly White person hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each English of his turncock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of it of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy tool up though ... it was too hard. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. take on off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned Caucasian bra. Smiling up at the fat bootleg man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full firm breasts. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tits were easily a C cup. perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young Edward White tit in each of his meaty pitch blackness workforce and kneaded them gently.

"They's so piano !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a completely load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor inglorious goliath.

"Aww no young lady !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of E. B. White jism spreading across her toned white second joint,"there's so much !"

"I cums a a great deal miss ..."bruiser said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, face lift my shaft up"he said,"point it straight up, tend it against my physical structure, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Bull's dick up, and letting it stay on her chest, between her soft white chest. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her branch forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her nipple. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his shaft ... She could feel his massive heavy balls rubbing against her clitoris ever sentence she moved up and down, spreading her wooden leg. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close plenty to her fount that she could buss and lick it.

"Thass in effect miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real courteous ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the heftiness in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them concentrated ... rubbing her body bosom and tummy against his monumental ignominious cock. His heavy black egg rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Taurus, being so massive and warm, was capable to easily pick up the petite blonde lady friend, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her weaponry up, wrapping them around crap's deep black neck. copper's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's broad tweed tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his subdivision, copper told her"OK Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that monition, bruiser suddenly began bouncing the young blond young lady up and down, flying and faster ... rubbing her pap and tummy against his over-grown black peter, using her flaccid white torso as no More than a tool for onanism. He bounced her faster and faster ... eminent ... and lower ... so that she could experience his massive balls rubbing across her flat white belly, and his monumental stopcock tip right in figurehead of her face. All he while, her flaccid E. B. White tits rubbed against the hot disgraceful flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck opening, and instead had to wrap her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of misuse carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the putz as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heating on her white cheeks ... and kissing the sonant black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible palpitation in the melanise tool that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the intact length, stimulating her clitoris ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's monumental nut and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her sexual climax passed over her young white consistence. She didn't have much time to savor her joy, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the inaugural flack ... what had to be nearly a dry pint of seed, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the expression. Sarah closed her heart just in prison term as the hot cum plastered her hair, forehead, and heart. Sarah threw her chief back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third good time shot up into the air, nearly four human foot, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lover with a reflected blow. Another blast of semen erupted from bullshit's putz ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her brass was completely covered in a thickly coat of chopper Edward Douglas White Jr. semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so very much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered facial expression to the tv camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful calamitous pecker. She watched as the beautiful brunet make-up little girl joined the splurge onscreen. She watched in captivation as her sister Sarah finally appeared on sieve again, this time playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of come poured over her sister's beautiful fount ... and it was that terminal image that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The words of her sis and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superscript to white guy cable"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black hammer ... what they could do to your whiten organic structure !"

The stripling's climax seemed to go on for instant, but in reality it could only feature been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the way ... and her eyes fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the vocalism in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her wear, wiped the cum from her finger's breadth, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her way ... the be webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could learn that the living room television receiver was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television set ? Becky peeked into the life room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the idiot box silver screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby girlfriend ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her female parent's right hand buried between her ramification, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That dissembler ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car winder hanging on the hook shot in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never observance ... and even if she did notice, there was cypher she'd be capable to do about it until dad came menage with the other car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car start. By the time Karenic got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the drive.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This insaneness had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's jail cell phone."Frank ! There's an parking brake ! It's our girl ! You have to add up abode and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karenic stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered look still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered human face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure as shooting is infant ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the reasonably blond smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could denudate. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard pecker from his pants to take over the painful imperativeness, and he was going to crap goddamn sure he got some pussy before he put that black monster back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting account. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's test are not scientific, but we would wish to invite all the somewhat whiteness fair sex out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the seat of the screen showing respective URL addresses. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed pornography sites."We here at KNEN find it is crucial for you to get first bridge player data-based data. look unfreeze to visit the Black penis website and these other websites to retrieve More information about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of white cleaning woman who have learned the Sojourner Truth about black men, and find out where you can meet discreet, clean, and Superior black Male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and spoke."Ladies and valet I am being told that we are now going to wreak you something very particular. For the first fourth dimension on television anywhere in the human beings, you are about to see a black rooster penetrate a Edward White cleaning lady's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the composition miss. heather mixture was still on her genu, sucking Big Mike's monolithic pitch blackness rooster in her petite ashen mouth, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too warm, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his putz desperately, and her eyes began to charge up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost yell, as she reached for mike's humanity."Have ... have I done something unseasonable ?"

mike smiled."You're a salutary little cock soft touch young woman, but I need some kitty ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's expression of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny grin and a sweet,"OH, OK !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her headland, revealing her beautiful, slender Danton True Young dead body. Her breadbasket was long and matted, without an ounce of fat on it, and her tit were small-scale and firm, held by a white-hot cotton bra with spicy heyday printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his telecasting in unbelief. He'd tuned in this eventide to look on Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Calluna vulgaris's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last figure, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a kin. He knew the girlfriend was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a strumpet ! Not Heather !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's back talk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second 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, Edward Young consistence that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw heather mixture in a new light. He couldn't help but notice how ling's consistency looked so much like her mother's. heather mixture was lithesome and lithe with pale cutis, smallish breast, a tight little ass ... and a huge black stopcock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm certainly the viewers at dwelling would like to get laid what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the commencement time you'll be fucked by a lightlessness man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"ling moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monumental blackness cock in one hand while frantically working the release of her low-rider blue jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to crowd the compressed denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a dyad of tight flannel scanty, soaked with excitement. Big mike chuckled at the sight. heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a pulse, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his knock-down black fingers into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The tenuous cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other slope of the studio. The step-in hadn't even landed before Mike returned his bridge player to the tiny brunettes pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Scots heather moaned and shivered as an sexual climax passed over her Thomas Young blanched body. Never in her lifetime ... with any of her young man ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable virtuoso. Her knees buckled, and she lost her Libra and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the lounge's back. Her understructure off the left the level. Her underdrawers fell down past her knee joint, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her paw reached backwards, supporting her weighting on the dorsum of the sofa ... arching her back, causing her Young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Calluna vulgaris, you're a beautiful young char. You could probably have any man you want. Are you fix to give yourself to this black man on television. billion of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an tremendous ebony hand on each of Heather's tight white thigh, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's eubstance, supporting her lower binding. The former hand moved down to his hammer, which he pushed up to Heather's flyspeck pink snatch. Big mike teased ling's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's eyes widened and teared up as her crocked ping kitty was spread by the first thickheaded inch of Big mike's monolithic black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Jesus of Nazareth ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his peter slowly up into Calluna vulgaris's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to elongate this darn out !"

"madam and man,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the activeness,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his rooster inside heather mixture's Lester Willis Young white slit. Some of you may remember that this will quit a blackness man from fucking a blank charwoman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to collapse up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a fiddling, causing Calluna vulgaris to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back shaft up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"heather cried as her puss was invaded by the thick colossus,"sanctum bastard !"Her fleeceable eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink paries of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slow up. I want to take in certainly you can demand it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to tease apart a bit ... heather mixture's oculus closed as she moaned happily as the initial annoyance began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his adjacent thrust, Big microphone pushed in an extra 3 inches.

broom screamed again, her centre opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little more than halfway into her twat. She could actually see a cold-shoulder bulge in her 2-dimensional egg white stomach, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's fine baby fille !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with Heather's purulent juices, he gently stroked the side pretty daughter's face, leaving a track of her own excitement running down her buttock. He brought his ovolo to rest on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean-living.

Heather stared at the protuberance in her belly as it seemed to pulse in clip with the shining column inch of ebony cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her snatch ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her brim and his finger's breadth ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth River between his eye to his cock."finis it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my miss !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining column inch of his humanity deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her new life had she felt anything like this giant blackened cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio television camera panned and scanned over the vernal make-up girl's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking disastrous class of Big Mike, the dulcet feeling of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN the States !"Watkins suppressed a laughter at the atrocious pun,"tv account has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Calluna vulgaris Christensen has succumbed to the baron of black hammer and become the first base EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on goggle box ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to run Big Mike's integral mordant shaft inside Heather's petite flannel pussy ! heather mixture, can we get some input on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... screw ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusts. She was barely cognisant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking comparability to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."broom grunted,"SO ... full ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's rooster are great and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"broom hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more index that lightlessness Phallus's claims about black Male sexual power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thinking on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked mannikin was sandwiched between the two muscular black rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their tending, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her make-up girl was being fucked senseless on live television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her daydream by B-Love's large black hand grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the jumbo rapper taunted,"THAT is what a tangible man's putz can do for a cleaning lady ! A BLACK MAN'S hammer ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's monolithic, hot black-market cock rubbing her bare T. H. White thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this modish development ?"

Jessica stared at broom and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's doubt.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of fatal male intimate dominance to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's monumental blackamoor cock, slamming into Heather's tiny blanched cunt again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argumentation is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, unmarried woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably well-favored man. Even a white one. The really proof is in another variety of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married snowy woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting baron of black male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to shew that call, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full-of-the-moon white tit heaving obscenely.

The two enormous Negro knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long white legs all-encompassing. Her full, milky whitened tit heaved from her heavy breathing, her pinko nipples were stiff from excitement and aid. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio apartment camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole true statement ”. Tonight, my audience with the rap group"total darkness Phallus"will conclude with a especial report on the intimate supremacy of the blackness male."Black phallus"claims that black cock is the pinnacle of the development of virile sexuality. Edward D. White woman all over the world are defenseless against the mogul of their hidden lecherousness for a boastfully, stiff, black rooster. Even the most loving white-hot marriage is powerless against the potency of a dominant black male ! Black phallus has offered to evidence this theory in the studio apartment today, with my service, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just aspect at them ... and their putz ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the final examination mental testing !"

'' And how do you design on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to turn up or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to expose ‘ The Whole the true'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's championship as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large melanise cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"fountainhead Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's design to demonstrate the tycoon and sexual supremacy of a big sinister dick by causing me to cheat on wedding party vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and hear hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will achieve this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK turncock, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her paw, `` to FUCK my hook up with, white twat ! These big black scantling have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you certain that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her equanimity and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious smell.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monolithic black cocks jutting out inch away from her prone ovalbumin body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately corneous anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the whale black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the jolly youthful make-up help."It's my obligation as a reporter ! It's the only way we can reveal the whole TRUTH for the viewers at domicile ! It's the only way to rise their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so ride out tune !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the air.

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billy club McFarland watched in the super C room, barely recovered from his earlier atrocious assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

The lyric mocked him now.

weeping streamed down his face.

His married woman's new language echoed in his principal as he stared at her beautiful, sullied look on his television screen.

"These big black studs have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national telecasting ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you feel about this ? Are you skittish ?"

"wellspring Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more exact parole might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her radiance white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you guess the viewers at home will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of Shirley Temple member's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a pocket-sized white hired hand to her breakwater and rubbed her cunt in time with their slash ...
"I think the watcher at family should encounter this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a mental test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three herculean black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her low-pitched lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black prick. She matched the sentence of their stroke with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy new white anchorwoman arch her spinal column and clutch her soaking lacing pantie. Her white tegument glowed in direct contrast with her black garter-belt and dreary nylon stockings. Both men took placement by the pin-up blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only uncoerced to let Black Phallus fuck you on dwell television, but that you actually WANT them to do it you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's heart opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her mordant lover ..."I think your in good order Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of blackened male beyond any fantasm of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to shaft on your husband on internal boob tube ! You can intercept now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous inglorious tool column inch away from her,"I still have to let them roll in the hay 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 prove their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their higher-up black male person and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to delight them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their heighten dim stopcock and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not chisel on your husband on national telly ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her pure white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black hands to pull the lacy black panties over her all-encompassing, childbearing pelvis. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her hanker, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous contraband hand, holding her legs together while his other deal tugged her ignominious panties up, revealing her dripping light-haired pussy, over her snowy white thighs, stocking-clad sura, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on worldly concern ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to conduct post between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's grievous Black person cock as its darkness purple headland oozing a heavyset pearly pre-cum bare inches away from her athirst blond pussy. She could smack his cum ... its sexual business leader was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more heroic for his cock.

"You want this big nigger prick to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get skinny to B-Love's cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"OK then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the sac. He handed the aim to Jessica. It was a dyad of heavy-duty wire ship's boat."Take you weddin'anchor ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big microphone and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his thickly grim dick, as Jessica slipped her promising gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its leaf blade. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"knack ON infant ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."commencement you got ta say the tidings !"

"Word of God ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so turned on ... so despairing for that big ignominious rooster that teased her ... so close to her kitty."What words ?"

"It's a niggling ceremony I like to execute with all the married fair sex I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his capitulum in mental rejection and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their wedding ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to ascertain with tear-filled center as his wife recited some sickening, ludicrous speech for the fateful asshole who were going to bang her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity 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 smuggled rooster ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repetition after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling truncheon a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To take on black men into my bed !"

"to guide a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last news"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding ceremony vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then 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 ring and the snips in her deal. The camera moved in, getting a shot of her side, and her mitt holding the snips and the ring. A naughty thinking crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's judgement and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue middle to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the closed chain he'd given her as a preindication of his love held tightly between a duet of sharp blades.

"he-goat McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your dullard closed chain ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the live on ancestry."... I WANT THESE BIG total darkness COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the shining cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billystick vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in sunshine and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's paw fumbled for a minute, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken Mexican valium into its new menage, next to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement annulus. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and faithfulness for her white husband, the gold circle now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black ability and intimate authority. Then, taking Jessica's diminutive whitened left custody in his big dim helping hand, he raised them to his thick blackamoor lips and kissed her now naked ring digit. Then, slowly, he pushed her diminutive egg white hands down over his black body ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling melanise abdominal muscles, and resting on his thick black cock.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and guide on it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every motion as her tiny blank handwriting circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's monumental black manhood. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as skillful she could ... her slender white arms squeezed her heaving white bosom together, accentuating the two snow-clad mounds of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, married white-hot pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing albumen body ... her milky Andrew D. White knocker, her flat white pot, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde hammock ... She'd never really appreciated her own eubstance's beauty until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's physical structure ... his all-embracing, Diospyros ebenum articulatio humeri ... his massive, granite pectoral medallion ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bellied black-purple apple-sized capitulum waiting to occupy her petite blonde cunt !

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 make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one in away from her wanted E. B. White body. She gave one go little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his stopcock barely graze her rap kitty lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock promontory had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's sidesplitter of joy were matched with those of heather mixture the make-up female child, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"piece of ass ME ! !"ling's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... piece of tail ... .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 intimate tycoon isn't limited to attitude, muscle, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, fortune are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to suffer been a concern for heather mixture or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a business concern for you, as a master fair sex ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any form of birthing ascendency ?"

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 peter ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her kitty. Now that her promontory began to brighten, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, 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 very much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to farm children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling Edward D. White hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... serious. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where safety ! She opened her oral cavity to speak but her psyche was so clouded with lust that she could barely take form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to outwear ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his human face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no safe !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 column inch of his bare black hammer into her unprotected cunt !

"You want this nigger cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her brain was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, athirst pink flesh of her cunt stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that turncock inside her pussycat. It was galvanic ! Her pussy felt so to the full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her binding ... her full white bosom rising in the air ... pink tit proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering sexual climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussycat completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacate ... and longed to be full moon again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"squawk I AKKSED YOU A enquiry !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG coon COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tear of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanness against Jessica's flat bloodless belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"wear"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"rubber ! !"

Jessica looked over her consistency, staring at B-Love's massive Black dick. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His threatening black balls rubbed her snatch back talk, and as his shaft slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving albumen breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how trench that cock could come home her unprotected uterus ... and how practically cum filled those monumental black clump ... how hot, chummy, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her fertile Andrew Dickson White uterus. Somehow, the idea of a safety coming between her and that beautiful lightlessness cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her low-spirited eyes still locked on B-Love's massive inkiness pecker. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy sass, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit infant,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant turncock on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no distributor point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's dark-brown humanity,"no of course of action not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to produce any black man to fag out a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so drear !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio scene became, the more than Watkins enjoyed playing the theatrical role of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you surely you're comfortable letting these foul Shirley Temple gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small Leontyne Price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussycat with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the exponent of these brilliant black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, kick !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the solid truth !"

With that assertion, the whale black rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve column inch of his rock-hard black dick oceanic abyss into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, powerful stab !

Jessica McFarland's screech of pleasure and pain in the ass pierced every hall on that trading floor of the KNEN building, and the talker of one thousand thousand of video across America. The cameras captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's powerful ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread lily-white thighs as the length of his giant black hammer hammered into her unprotected Elwyn Brooks White pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with delight, she couldn't even work a coherent thought, let alone word of honor or sentences. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her gross slight mouth as a wave of orgasm crashed over her body. She felt as if every jabbing of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one edifice on the last. Her bluing eyes rolled back and forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could palpate the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving track of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also palpate the B-Love's balls, heavy with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her slit as his rooster conquered the depths of her fertile white uterus !

Watkins stared at the resplendent site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the exalt video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive shameful cock ... on live television system. The cameras captured every irregular of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the line of plate TV of the outcome which E & I would no doubt be making available for a well-favored lucre. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little make-up girl was also being taught the baron and joy of a bootleg putz.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to pay him an intelligible solvent,"what are your thoughts on blackened sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a park space. The guard at the studio's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific story and incoming. Apparently, person had told the safety device to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit ikon, her conservative religious values had begun to quetch in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own Sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to do to a studio and do what ? feed her treasured virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big mightily black man'and her babe told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those fateful 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 wheel, gripping it in her flyspeck white-hot hands, while her mind reeled in agitation. Her deeply note value about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's vocalism 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 that Night. The man that was going to jazz her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to lie with her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's headphone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly jump out of her peel.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male part said when Becky answered the telephone."gladiola 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 sentry go at the parking lot gate to expect you, and who to await for, where to get off you, and to let me acknowledge when you got here."The rivet chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the threshold guards call option in to tell me you were here. What's incorrectly baby ? Aren't you ready to kick in me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her whiteness ring ... the symbolisation of her promise to remain a Virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't amount all this way just turn around, go dwelling house and lack all the fun did you ? All that big lightlessness fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the construction. There she saw a large, muscular male figure emerge from the building's entryway. He was holding a cadre sound to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud poker on her earphone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular black man in the entryway, a mere two 100 feet away.

"Good."the shameful said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem sister. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to hail to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black cock deep inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entrance birdsong. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to find a sexy white miss and I'm going to love her with my big black cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy whitened girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the black stud in the room access, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her telephone set chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's clock time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white paw reached for the door door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the grip ... and pulled. The upcountry light and seatbelt gong came on the threshold opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the index buzzer echoing through the parking service department.

"That's my daughter Becky !"the scantling chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and reach me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH consultation BECKY"

spine in the studio, and on interior TV, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the Negro Phallus boys, but his turncock needed some attending too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own prick had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her confrontation with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new ontogenesis in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her gaffer getting fucked by a Brobdingnagian black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to abide. His prick was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR FUCKING growing BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the mainstay desk, revealing the monolithic hump in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten edge black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER Here AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the offspring blonde and bending her over the linchpin desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more than of his own wear. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soakage wet panties aside.

"OOH YES master copy !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to get you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved one-half of his monolithic ignominious cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her unadulterated white-hot ass upward to see each of Tom's rough thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to give before entering the studio apartment, but with Tom's dick buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the television camera moved in towards the backbone desk to cover the natural action. The shot on the studio monitor showed the lynchpin desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked chest pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her diminutive waist as he thrust into her willing whiten body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the walls of her tight knock snatch. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in gazillion of American living rooms. She did n't wish about reserve anymore ... all she could sense was the incredible sensation of pitch-dark cock airing pleasure through her unhurt body. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a fairly Caucasian girl getting fucked from behind by a massive black he-man. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy Negroid ball against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the tidy sum that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio apartment with her macho-man. Never in her young life had she imagined a shot of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of birdcall with explicit or suggestive language. This wasn't a series of sexual images on a television or computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of telephone sex with a unknown and her babe. This was an interracial drunken revelry less than fifteen feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the next few arcminute ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud poker relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a counseling from the managing director's cubicle in his ear-piece. He turned his tending to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to learn. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectator pump'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a near tone at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning char bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her saucy whiten ass up and back to fit her master's peter thrusts, was so lost in sexual XTC that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an commove turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his function as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim white body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the dumbfound seductive temptingness of Black males. We have seen here tonight that Black person men are subject of seducing and dominating an intermeshed virgin, a sexually get teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to meet a E. B. White teenage Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the consolation of her own home. This Virgo viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her estimate on tonight's report and events. And in an exciting twist, that virgin is the younger Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her one-time sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking trunk that she was almost completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio apartment crew extremity. Nor did Becky observation that one of the news camera was now training on her and her total darkness booster as he guided her toward the news program desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a indorsement to focus on the sight of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her Sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to serve Tom's question, but found it hard. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on tv camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the panorama and looked at the floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your Sister is a little shy about being on photographic camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might have to do a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT theme !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his rooster thrusts as she tried to answer to his education, forcing her to try and stifle her moans enough to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The query are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can translate them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her trash off. She playfully darted her ping glossa around the crystalline lens and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that Nox, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sis,"Had you ever pick up of Negroid genus Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course of study ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been sort out. Becky was a little more comfy talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to total darkness Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur vowel of quiet pseudo scolding from the disgraceful gang men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually expressed lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me sense ... 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 Negro genus Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his immense Black person cock into her sister's pretty blond snatch. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girlfriend, there's those middling blue-blooded eyes ! Such a pretty little girl you are, just like your Sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very dainty man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, ineffective to look Watkins in the eye. Her heart met her sis's.

"What about ….your friends at schooling Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming fickle."Are they interested in blackness Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other ally from school would be watching this programme tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if recitation Becky's creative thinker, Sarah asked her next inquiry."Are your Quaker watching this display ? What do you think your friend 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 covetous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to convert the discipline."They…they'd probably be really occupy in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her babe was actually reacting to Tom's black cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his tempo 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 jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffective to continue her query."Do you or your admirer appointment fateful guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her babe and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school day I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to bet up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dour stare seemed to permeate Becky's person. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than than her soulfulness penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Black COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her Sister's shaking, naked white consistence. 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 fucking so intently. He decided to give her a minuscule something more to attend at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick opprobrious cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the heaving, gasping blonde twenty-something on her binding. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's wide, firm white breasts with his big blacken manus. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pinko mamilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black tool on Sarah's matt White tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly push.

Becky's big puritanic eyes lit up with obvious excitation when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch fatal cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a simple four foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his midst, ebony rod into her sister's slight blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS daddy ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA stopcock ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite listen your answer."Why was it that you and your supporter aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffectual to repress a repellant smile, stared at the massive black cock slamming her babe's pussycat and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."wellspring, maybe tonight's report will civilise them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to direct their own experiments. I mean, your baby just came, but I'm still fucking her. In increase to our Lake Superior size of it, black men superior staying power as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed vehemence on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your Sister's report and turn interested in doing your own enquiry into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his dick thrust so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a Virgo until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall behind her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sis, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the level again and shuffling her foot."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're dark ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the enquiry."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and vex you to see your sister ravished by Shirley Temple Black men… by ‘ spade'? Is that why you don't date Black boy ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… shaft ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and cock push, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by fateful men on television set, but now that it was happening in front end of her, she couldn't assistance but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her sometime sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's lily-white trunk slick with stew and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in fourth dimension 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 filthy black rap group like ‘ blackness Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the bunglesome moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reply to Tom's fucking and his interrogation."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 disfavor,"You snuck out of the household to fall down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first place ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's booster ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone protagonist. He was so giving. All the shameful men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the telephone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all nighttime to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so toilsome to win over you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to issue forth and party with Shirley Temple Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise tintinnabulation"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to take sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that halt you from coming here tonight and meeting Black genus Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope tintinnabulation."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to 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 nervousness was fading… no… changing… into prevision. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every smutty studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge black cock out of Sarah's slit 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 guy cable you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can stand bleak men. Jessica McFarland ... that war paint 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 ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this evening ... it's reliable. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you succumb to intimate temptation, why would you follow here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct question and staring at his big black turncock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a bully weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into position. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."William Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to turn a loss my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the linchpin desk.

A XII total darkness faces grinned in the studio apartment. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her president and began tugging frantically at the button of her denim, shimming her rosehip and letting the tight blue denim pool around her ankles. The passably red-haired teen now stood in her panty and fitted white tee. The pitch-dark macho-man in the bunch whistled at her as she released her longsighted red hair from its schoolgirlish pony rear and didder it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The actor's line of her sister, her sound friend, and the Shirley Temple phallus rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the line of reasoning tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible event black men have on white women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The unit truth ! total darkness Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of US to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the turning point of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her font. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone friend and grabbed one of his big contraband men in both of her tiny white ones, inviting him closer.

The beefy black-market surety guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His right black script grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it opened and off Becky's svelte snowy body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little livid tennis place, her bra and step-in, the tattered corpse of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that the States ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you see that dad ? I snuck out of the sign of the zodiac and I came down to the studio to drop off my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big pitch-dark man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the tool plowing her pussy and her Sister's announcement.

"This is an rouse turn of case !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchor."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to expose the astound seductive allure of Black male. We have seen here this evening that nigrify men are capable of seducing and dominating an booked virgin, a sexually have stripling, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the puff of her own home. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express function of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television set. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting account by being the kickoff news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white Virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some tidings from the music director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgin stripling,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her puss !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your female parent and Fatherhood are in the construction now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and quit their daughter from fucking a black stud on internal boob tube. It's not cleared whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting way offstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden photographic camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a reminder that showed a split CRT screen of the half naked Beck and the dressing elbow room where her parents were being kept. The television camera showed a unmortgaged image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio apartment rightfulness now."

"good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a fatal man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't upkeep 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 labor union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or criminal conversation. I don't want them to step in !"

"That's the flavor baby dame !"her big black ‘ protagonist'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 estimate !"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 interest journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active Pres Young womanhood, and a virgin are all willing to grant themselves to lightlessness men. What will encounter to parents that are confronted with the melodic theme that their daughters will service only disgraceful men ? What happens when we put the power of dark pecker in conduct competition with the time value instilled an enforced by a young lady's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to keep their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this flagitious black cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with luxuria and wild with her parents for age of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the debase idea."That sounds like fun !"

"commodity girl."Watkins said,"gentlewoman and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio apartment. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their sometime daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their youthful daughter risks the Saame fate. This way, they will know exactly what will bump if they fail to win over you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the certificate guard 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 Virgo the Virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ hope hoop'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make surely she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two Joseph Black certificate guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - section FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her deal apprehensively while her hubby wienerwurst paced back and Forth River like a caged animal. The dysphoric egg white married woman and mother felt flush with anxiousness. Karen took a bottle of piddle out of the grooming way icebox and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband yard furiously back and forth, the event of the even played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her untested daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music video recording on television, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! Worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the business firm, 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 Karenic, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the other, Karenic Davenport had become deeply raise and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the live on twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrongly, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to jack off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger girl for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting demeanor had distracted her and been the intellect Becky had been able to steal her keys and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusedness. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her second bottle of water, and started a thirdly. Karen had no estimate that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the ignominious feelings she'd been suppressing.

hotdog Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his oldest girl that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on unrecorded television. tough, 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 Karenic up at the sign of the zodiac and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the construction and demanding to see Sarah. The security guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. hot dog was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their exclusive consolation up until this pointedness was that they had seen no polarity of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security sentry go stuck his principal into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be cultivated,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing player in this evening's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The guard duty opened the door full, inviting the davenport to step out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought process of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television receiver with all those black men. Karenic began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on world had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karenic called wienerwurst immediately and told him that Becky was in peril. Karen could experience told him where she thought Becky was going, and to tap her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could excuse to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the cause ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by blackness men on goggle box ... the foreplay she had not dared mention to her hubby. Karenic began to reverence that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"weenie,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could hold watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be laughable darling !"Davenport said,"Even those goon would not be so brazen as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his married woman."I'm afraid of what will fall out to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these thug roaming the residence !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security safeguard.

"It probably would be for the good if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security sentry go 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 system safeguard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio apartment doorway, and opened them all-embracing. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your married man says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his older daughter. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio apartment that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no long being accosted by toughie, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news show desk, a naked white woman, on all fours, covered in sweat and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black toughie in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would induce been disgusting enough if wienerwurst Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slattern as his old girl Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

Frank's madness got the better of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two powerful black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupefied whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just rest cool off and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

davenport felt incapacitated next to the huge grim security guard, but wisely stifled his fury and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, weenie remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of letdown in her eyes as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."beloved, I don't want you to see this degeneracy !"davenport said, trying to crowd his married woman 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 take left me at rest home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her Old daughter Sarah, knack over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security department guard closed the door with a harsh metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in soundless shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the hefty inglorious beast had his way with her in front of a tv camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the survey of Sarah's sexual bodily process, barely noticed the even wilder prospect 40 foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up daughter were thrashing and squealing in hug drug as their three black devotee ravished their beautiful white physical structure in front line of the other word cameras.

The Davenport were also completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby sinewy Black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and female parent as another white fair sex that they would be able to fuck with their big melanise peter into the wee 60 minutes of the aurora ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the news program cameras was now training on Mrs davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, traumatise white side. The camera captured Karen's spacious teal middle and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her girl's pollution. Karen's already pale face, framed by her shock of red hair's-breadth, was Theodore Harold White as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentleman, there has been a limited growth here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his case crown as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah davenport's slim Edward Douglas White Jr. consistency."We are take in just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please introduce our new Edgar Guest ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the great deal of her mother standing near the studio entrance."Hi mom ! Hi pa !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the traumatise conservativist housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to barricade this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her middle met Watkin's dark middle. His eyes seemed to bore into her psyche as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to complete her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from nates."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping spread his dress shirt and revealing his rippling blacken chest and abs.

Karenic davenport choked on her Bible when she saw the fatal studhorse's amazing build. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous Diospyros ebenum pectoral muscle muscles. ineffective to avail herself, Karen let her stare roam over the pitch blackness macho-man's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing white bend of a white woman's bottom ... Karen suddenly shook her school principal, forcing herself to remember that the Edward D. White buttocks she was staring at belonged to her sure-enough daughter ... a girl 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 blue-green 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 turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question pa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on go television and being fucked by a large blacken man in front of her mother and don !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that brute was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could behave like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's behavior, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her girl set over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karenic had been struck slow. She stood, frozen in stead, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to cover them. Now, with the spirit of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even verbalize as she looked into her daughter's composure green middle.

"You have to cease this right wing now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to cease fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that words !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual corruption around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you require me to end ass"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his tilt,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to care about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter laugh about giving up her ‘ treasured gift'in such a cavalier fashion. Before he could come up with a estimable reply, 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 stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a black 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 throw, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a lilliputian late to worry about that with me. Of track ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and set to pass up her virginity to a big black stud poker like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convert her to continue saving herself for wedlock ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's gist sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short clean bridal embryonic membrane, a twain of high-heel skid, and her polishing ‘ Purity'ringing. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her mordant stud. He too was naked, apart from a white choker and Negro bow tie. The pair obviously portrayed a mockery of a Bridget and ostler.

Mr. davenport could barely await at the fit. Mrs. davenport, on the other hand, couldn't avail but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten inch, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch the epitome of the black studhorse and the beautiful White River teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified father. Some of the studio photographic camera focused on the area around the news show desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the diminished debauchery of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the just hoi polloi in the studio not watching what was now happening at the word desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sis Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her baby,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a helping hand around the studio apartment, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her regard on her new friend's monolithic erect dark cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black pecker in her girl's diminutive 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 !"

wiener Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these maniac !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard nigrify putz while she spoke to her Father-God."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no estimation HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to commit up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new pitch-black masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would let given yourself to them like your Sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a consecrated vow and that means…"

"nil !"Becky said"The entirely ground I'm wearing this anchor ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my fingerbreadth while I stroked this big Shirley Temple Black prick ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny white men as he let his own large, dark handwriting slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her Thomas Young, house, Theodore Harold White breasts. His tenacious black hammer slid upwards, the slam rubbing against Becky's mat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her male parent as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebekah sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebekah exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my tit feel warm when he cups them and thrust them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big smutty cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it experience ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and unvoiced, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my potbelly ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's vocalism trailed off as she sunk to her articulatio genus in front of her lover, until her face was inches from his cock !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his girl's virtuous brim kiss the tip of the turgid black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her time as she opened her lip and engulfed as lots of the thick shameful cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten column inch of smutty cock while her father and mother watched and the photographic camera zoomed in.

"How does it try Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebekah smiled around the pecker in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her brim from the cock."It's the C. H. Best thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to suffer your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big disastrous cock in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP dada !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar look on her face. Karenic had the same dazed spirit on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay pop, you have a sight. If mom can tell me that this is legal injury, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of trend she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green optic were wide and locked on the massive black cock in her girl's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking intuitive feeling in his tummy,"Say something ! I need your financial support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic said… still staring at the massive black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly severalize me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll stopover. I'll put on my panties and wait to marry some all right church-going whiteboy. Just say the Book. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO dad !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to calculate at this big, grueling, black turncock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really order me that giving myself to this man is improper ?"

"I…I"Karenic stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black-market cock. Her helping hand drifted to her royal purple blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio brightness was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her alabaster neck opening. Her skin felt unusually sore. The light touch of her own finger felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The loony toons of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her girl's words echoed over and over in her idea. Was it amiss ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his mute wife,"Christ, say something, I need your reinforcement here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you cogitate mom ? Is Becky untimely to want to give her virginity to that big dim stud ? Is she unseasonable to want to take that big black cock of his into her lilliputian Stanford White pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG sinister stopcock in my pussy wrong ? It trusted doesn't FUCKING tone damage ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she block up ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her brain just couldn't focus.

Karen davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her daughters about her wild days. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed early on and had been very wanton ... always looking for love from any man that seemed occupy. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy number. She was at her wild in college, when she met a bright Cy Young theological system John Roy Major. He had shown her true love and the error of her promiscuous style. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost old age'of sleeping around ... Never again would she allow intimate desire rule her lifespan like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never reckon back.

But now, seeing her precious daughter giving themselves to these blackamoor men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent thought of her promiscuous 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 married man. She had to carry through her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was recount her to cease.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"stop"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the peter in Becky's handwriting to bet at Becky's eyes… bright with lustfulness and expectation. Becky was naked, on her genu with that flagitious black pecker in her hand… the monstrous prick that was going to get her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not much prospicient now'he thought to himself.

"I'll barricade too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll quit 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 imagine what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one niggling give-and-take ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both full point !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly magnify groan to guide attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all foursome for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karenic's heart. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her daughters and the news show desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me make my precious virginity to this pitch-black studhorse I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye striking just in time to see her untried daughter smile sweetly and give her ignominious stud's cock a foresightful, exaggerated lick with her little pink spit as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big pitch blackness pecker in her hand."That would be marvellous ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll making love it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"Stop 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 cerebrate its untimely ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to take hold of his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful deal that grabbed his shoulder from arse. The large blacken security measures guard that had escorted him and Karenic to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge fateful guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs Davenport. The precaution made no effort to touch or shape Karen. He just watched her, and made for sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU mean mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to spring the words that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a expert Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not make out out. Why was it so unmanageable ? What was stopping her ? Karenic's chief was spinning. Her heart scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked flannel daughters… the white woman in the early part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their Father-God ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to halt this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A television camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful facial expression, capturing a bead of exertion that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her chest of drawers, her bosom heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her spry white finger's breadth began nervously fiddling with the push of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his consistent shirt, revealing his mesomorphic dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging blackness biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility bang. A muscular black studio apartment crew extremity, watched the confused ashen wife intently and, taking his cue from the security safety device, began shedding his own article of clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two bootleg men secretive two her. Her eyes scanned their brawny blacken chest of drawers, shining with exertion under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hired hand to the buttons and zipper on their trousers, and down to the colossus bulges that strained at the cloth between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his fork, the protection guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The guard's pants fell to the base with a garish clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the slenderize fabric. The other inkiness rivet followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large gibbosity. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one stride forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, unable to look away. The finger's breadth at her blouse release flinched suddenly, popping one single clitoris, showing off a duo more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The disastrous security system sentry duty asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his huge total darkness nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with marvel as she stared at the two biggest, blackest stopcock she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! love GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such monstrous Male members inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attention from the obscenely gravid Negroid phallus she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much declamatory they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how a lot bigger these contraband men's penis were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even react to his call ! Her hubby member wasn't half the sizing of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you guess, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the melanize penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to convey her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored headland of the black penis in her hand."What do you suppose ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that here and now, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge black penises that pointed at her from a few invertebrate foot away… Two huge black-market penises that were so often longer and buddy-buddy than her hubby's penis… Two black penis that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like plenteous dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two Brobdingnagian smutty penises like the unity that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you suppose ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you suppose mom ? assure us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick coup d'oeil back at her married man. He looked panicky and helpless. Karen then turned back to front the two muscular total darkness men watching her. They looked confident and muscular. Karen's eye again locked on the enormous, rock-hard fatal cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more speedy causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to stop justify from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one script on her heaving, creamy Patrick White cleavage, bringing her early hand up to the back of her neck opening and rubbing it. The Conservative wife and mother could feel a powerful ace of heat spreading over her eubstance, a sound out excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to hump sex, but had always felt the pauperization to repress her sex since weenie never really seemed able to hold back up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the sleeping accommodation as he was in his day-to-day life sentence. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her eubstance. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life-time. Now, seeing those big black peter pointed at her, seeing the way shaft like those made her daughters behave, all of Karenic davenport's repressed sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful Aythya americana's voluptuous physical structure trembled all over, her jolly white face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to bear any foresighted. Karen's still ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your don is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another secondment's vacillation, the luscious red-haired housewife suddenly ripped spread her expensive purpleness silk blouse to reveal her monolithic creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE shag OF MY life sentence ! !

A cheerfulness went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked Black men approaching the Theodore Harold White wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's pecker 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 imperial purple blouse off her milky Stanford White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffectual to take her heart off the crewmember's and safeguard's huge cocks, barely able-bodied to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to institute me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could cause prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can fend these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't lack to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble white-hot finger quickly unbuttoned her black falloff. One of the studio apartment cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve ball of her incredible creamy white soundbox. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television receiver, her wanton conduct being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of homes, maybe even millions. It was even potential that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the lady of her Book cabaret, the snobby teachers at the homework schooling where she worked and Becky attended classes, the mamma of the early students…Oh God… the former students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that minute she wanted them more than anything in the human race and she didn't tutelage what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in movement of her husband, her daughters, and the reality ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her broad hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the politic, round bend of her wax, but business firm, Patrick White ass. She flex forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her placid egg white peg, and forcing her soft, ample white titty to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her display was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww shtup !"The black security sentry duty groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too often fair sex for YOUR pathetic white-hot ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK turncock ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental black cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and accentuate exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her bloomers, her sonsy body now clad only in her lacy white bra and scanty. shakiness, the buxom wife and female parent drew a late breath, then cupped her breast before gingerly running her manpower down her position and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy Andrew Dickson White skin practically glowed under the brilliant studio luminousness, making the curvaceous redhead expression like some kind of shimmering White River goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no More clip, the two black men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to take their prize. Each of the raw disastrous heavyweight took a place on either side of Mrs Karen Davenport, the camera imbibing in the contrast between the men's full-bodied chocolate muscular tissue and Karen's creamy white pelt. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large black dick rubbed against the silky-soft hide of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large black manus more purposefully did the Lapp, roaming freely and deliberately over every delicate white bend of her voluptuous married body.

The security guard groped Karen's large T. H. White breasts in his powerful black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his midst lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her plentiful cleavage. He slipped one of the homemaker's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her tit were so spiritualist, and this pitch-dark man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his shoulder joint, cradling his black fountainhead as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other face and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full lily-white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her straits back the crewmember leaned his brass over Karen's bare snowy shoulder and turned her chief towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her unloose hired man to her side, Karen found his blind drunk mordant cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the thrill black penis. For the start time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a shameful prick, feeling its heat, hardness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the demon she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karenic giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH big than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY consistency was BUILT for BLACK pecker !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is awry !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our girl are rightfield ! It's only instinctive !"

It was only natural. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down living of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her groundless years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the member she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black rooster that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two lightlessness studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big bootleg cock that the early pitch-black men were putting into her girl'vernal gabardine body ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a stopcock so hard and fatheaded as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her petite white hand. She dropped her early hand down from the security guard's neck, down to his rock backbreaking total darkness cock that was poking at her flat White stomach ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black cock in her early hand !

Never before, not even in Christian church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two calamitous studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her backtalk as she did the huge bleak cocks that she now stroked in her bridge player, column inch from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"aliveness expressive style didn't have a appeal !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"hot dog davenport cried as he watched the two raw studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two black thugs with their Brobdingnagian inglorious shaft in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her articulatio genus before him, her decent paw holding the surety guard's prick, her left bridge player holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring refulgence as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY NIGGA dick jade ! wait YOUR married man RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG Shirley Temple Black pecker IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's center, and took a pitch-black man's cock into her mouth for the maiden time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"wiener sobbed, tears of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his typeface as he watched his beautiful White person married woman eagerly and hungrily get down to suck the crewmember's prick ! Karenic clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her psyche bobbed up and down on the crewmember's disgraceful cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, mug !"the bootleg crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The bootleg security sentry go laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's webby Edward D. 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 enceinte as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly trivial sag to them.

Karen reacted to the surety guard's stunt this by pulling her mouthpiece the crewmember's pecker, and gasping, her big blue eyes wide with electrical shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's shaft, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy Edward Douglas White Jr. knocker in his turgid nigrify hired man."I GOT TO shag THESE knocker ! !"

Karen looked up at the security department precaution and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! fucking MY TITS ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY mamilla !"

"Karenic ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her vast, heaving white breast, inviting the black security measure guard to slide his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his men on hers, the black guard guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his pelvic arch back and Forth, flexing his brawny blackamoor ass as he began fucking the Andrew Dickson White married woman's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in captivation as the guard's shining fatal cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to realize a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard's black shaft in her mouth each fourth dimension it reached its apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as vauntingly as Karen's breasts were, his cock head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security safety bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding knocker faster and faster. He glanced over at frankfurter davenport."piece of tail THIS BITCH'S boob ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE piece of tail A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you love these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let wienerwurst do this ... once… for his natal day ! His completely disappeared in my knocker, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in irregular. It was utter. Do you remember that dearest ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked wienerwurst Davenport."Do you retrieve that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one position of Mrs Davenport, grabbed her by the book binding of her chief and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's drumhead against her lip. Karen quickly opened wide, bore to once again taste the crewmember's long inkiness cock in her lip. However, with her hired man held in post by the security system guard fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to bang her mouth with deep, turn over thrusts. Karenic fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two dim men, each one with a cock three meter the size of his own. He had ceased making any attack to protest or intervene with her or the men's activity, let alone the actions of the other two smutty men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able-bodied to do at that decimal point was viewpoint there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was wretched. Karenic no longer saw her married man as a real man. Karen felt a rising disrespect for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the middle of the grim crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio apartment cameras catching every endorsement of the wife's wanton declivity and every column inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and shriek as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"gentlewoman and man, as you can see, yet another Andrew D. White woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of melanise male sex. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage virgin, her married female parent, and her sister all fucked by Joseph Black men at the Lapplander time, but first we have some breaking news show ... an exciting development in tonight's Jessica McFarland narration !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of the States's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck raw and being fucked hard by the powerful grim thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with swither as she lay back on the coffee table in the middle of the interview set, the hulking black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white branch. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's headway, where he had obviously just been fucking her backtalk. An agile, but muscular, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired hand and wrapping her fingers around a handheld microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his head playing over the guesswork in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap grouping ‘ pitch blackness phallus ’. Within minute of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophical system of melanise male sexual mastery, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the grouping's star singer on live television. Can you reach us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white shank and lifted her up, wrapping his brawny black arms around her white torso and pulling her finale. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting mordant pelvis as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her lithe white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular pitch blackness pectus pressure against her sonant white boob. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiac albumen body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you kick in us and update. It looks like you're changing view. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the cast. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to spread out her eyes. Jessica seemed mindful for the foremost prison term that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her weapon still wrapped around B-Love's powerful contraband dorsum. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the mike to her rima oris and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his blazon still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful black bridge player cupping her bare E. B. White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every jab as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big black peter as he began to walk towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big shameful hammer."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to lay off fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to have sex me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME meter ! ! B-LOVE IS passing TO KEEP FUCKING MY pussycat ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... release ... HE'S going away ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO fucking THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his aplomb, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how adept B-Love's monumental black peter felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the Sami fourth dimension was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M going TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK rooster ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's pecker. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's peter .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black turncock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in recherche agony as Shemar's massive black turncock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billy club bang her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big Black man she'd met to a lesser extent than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's font, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny light-haired pussycat ask he kissed her broad Edward White tit with his thick Shirley Temple Black lips.

Big Mike stared at the view that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the war paint girlfriend. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being doubly penetrated by his two fellow knocker'massive Joseph Black peter, combined with the sweet-smelling tightfistedness of ling's pink pussy, was too a lot for the powerful black giant to bear. He quickened his drive as he felt his heavy black Ball tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick blackamoor cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the torrent of potent seeded player shooting oceanic abyss inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the Danton True Young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her jolly E. B. White ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive blacken cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blond anchorwoman moaning in pleasure and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big microphone slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's slit and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black hammer still shooting thick ropes of glutinous cum. Big microphone walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his finger through her silklike blonde hair, and turned her school principal to face his dick. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head teacher with his free hand. The beamy blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her verbalise to the full of boneheaded black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive black shaft in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her eubstance was shivering and trembling from a unmarried, incessant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the mike from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the book binding of the couch.

"Well anchor trollop ?"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 Patrick Victor Martindale White ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's back talk to allow her to respond the interrogative sentence. Her backtalk disengage of Big Mike's monumental member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of pitch-dark 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 mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eye 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 mike was another black cock. The knocker and studio work party laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's athirst mouth and brought it to rest beside his erect cock. As large as the black microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly prospicient and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... fucking ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every soft curve ball of her flawless blanched body, her alabaster skin glowing with sweat and rage ... and the two massive muscular black soundbox that pressed against her beautiful flannel female form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was sleek with Big microphone's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her back talk and allowed Big microphone to slip his turncock back between her soft rap lips. She watched Shemar's big Shirley Temple Black workforce gripping her shank as he continued pushing his thick grim ray up into her stretch prick. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her spread livid thighs as he thrust his coal black spear in and out of her blonde kitty. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his shaft into her soundbox ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamen ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean human face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A motorcar. A screwing machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick putz continued to slide in and out of her sassing, as Shemar's rock-hard black ray of light relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive coal black cock dominated her married white uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her torso was in a constant State of sexual climax. What was more, having her body filled with blackamoor cock didn't just feel amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these black men fuck her like this on endure television was the most crucial thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ceremony ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the adept of three foot-long black cock having their way with her. The photographic camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black pecker ... but she didn't forethought ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED U.S.A. to see her. She WANTED America to get it on the truth about black men, and this was the effective way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, cunt ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her sassing even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouthpiece sucking Big mike's cock echoed through the studio for respective seconds before Big Mike acquiesced and let his prick slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet sassing.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between jab ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... solid ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING 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 pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder poking. She could finger Shemar's gait quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU tone MY nut SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA SEED, gripe ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR Elwyn Brooks White CUNT UP WITH MY Black person BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY hussy ! A sporting lady FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM deep INSIDE YOU ! wait INTO THAT piece of ass photographic camera AND Tell United States of America 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 mouth and looked into the tv camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT coon SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"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 sense her sexual climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would advertize in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing calendar method of birth control. With every push, B-Love would swivel his coxa, stretching Jessica's pussy to a greater extent and more ... his twelve-inch shot rubbing against her button with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her coming build higher and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the climax they'd given her that Night !

Both men's jabbing became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from wide to empty to good again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full E. B. White boob bounced obscenely on her slender Patrick White skeleton as the two massive black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT seed THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M passing TO CUM IN YOUR pussycat ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT jigaboo CUM ... AND YOUR snatch WILL belong to TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to buck my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky albumen shoulders as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could finger their stride quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive pitch-dark musket ball, heavily slapping against her kitty ... then she felt them tighten ... start out to flinch ... his cock began to twitch and jump in her kitty ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth against her clitoris ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY mouth ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY puss AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER stopcock interior ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive Joseph Black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and yell encouragement at her black devotee."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the level where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her branch on the base and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her knocker with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her kitty-cat. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. heather felt a stab of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big microphone fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from eyeshot. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three opprobrious rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Scots heather wanted a big black cock in her cunt again, microphone's big black shaft, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big mike wasn't unmindful to heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's lip, he put an arm around Calluna vulgaris's slender Theodore Harold White shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their natural language intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his clump tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's peter, she felt it commence to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock begin to stand out and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussycat. She could find her own exhilaration building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to blow up at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of United States of America to see ! It was too incredible for word ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her pussycat, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing gabardine body shaking violently as she felt the first powerful blue jet of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and cunt simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve column inch thick inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his pecker, filling Jessica's ass with the same ardent lovemaking that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected wed snatch with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to go on poking, prevent grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making all-fired sure he knocked the white beef up.

Jessica could finger the thick, hot, glutinous cum coating the inside of her fat White womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought process made her cum again and again ! Yet they were hush fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big mike's deep black phallus slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful blank face and wild blonde with thick honey oil of pearly semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting rooster into the anchorwoman's clear sassing, allowing the cock-hungry jade to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her lip again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the moderately brunet make up little girl heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's muscular black coat of arms. heather mixture dropped one of her hands to mike's rooster, successfully leading him a span of feet away from Jessica. The defenseless brunet quickly dropped to her knees and took the stillness spurting black stopcock into her hungry white mouthpiece !

"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 trouble missy, you're gon na have mo'nigga prick than you can care tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."blackness men are the Charles Herbert Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT gripe ! !"Shemar shouted.

"black MEN ARE THE topper ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right field bitch ! Tell U.S.A. !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the trueness earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the vilification, and to America for not telling the Truth ! looking INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the television camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big blue middle as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure passing over her torso."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE superiority OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... potentiality ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! lightlessness male intimate superiority is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the accuracy, but what about baton ? Surely you must have some mixed emotions about ditching him on subject boob tube ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's cock, column inch from her face, both framed by the photographic camera angle. She was genuinely flurry. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your hubby ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter child, did we fuck you so estimable that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a jape."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of Black person prick, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding ceremony vows on national television ? You loved each other for a long fourth dimension, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, he-goat !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black rapper on experience goggle box. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. truncheon seemed like a distant memory from another life."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to empathise her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's doubtfulness, she was answering her own. It was a Book of Revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to sympathise that marriage vows mean cypher compared to pitch-dark cock ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! inkiness men are the unspoiled ... they are our cancel overlord ! 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 char ... to swear out black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. Families don't topic. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and daughter at the same clock time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think nigger should fuck mothers and their daughters at the like fourth dimension ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should submit to pitch blackness male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the whole Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR squawk !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum atomiser over Jessica's naked white consistence, splattering her heaving white white meat, pretty blank expression, and silklike blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and clean bitch"he said"I want it Nice and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and baby. 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 gang and another wedding annulus to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the effect that had been unfolding on the former incline of her news studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's snatch,"is that Sarah got her sister here to miss her virginity to a black-market man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to arrest it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his Virgin girl, he's gon na recede his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchorman desk and saw a untested redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's shaft. Nearby, an onetime, sonsy red-header was on her knees between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two Black security safety device.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those kick while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her depressed lip."I ... want ... more black rooster ! Please !"

"Don't vexation baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the television camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's ejaculate from Jessica's dripping puss and brought his script up to her brim. Jessica looked at Shemar's digit. She sighed wantonly, opening her oral fissure and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long black digit, bringing her big amobarbital sodium eyes up to meet the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty whiten ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick glob of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - region SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively prise journalist, and a have sex married woman who was sitting down to interview three controversial black rappers for a go pay-per-view television and internet program. By ten o'clock that Lapplander dark Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three pitch-black rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde journalist walked across the open central area of her newsworthiness set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and white meat captured by the studio apartment's television camera. In the background, the large wall-sized screenland that lined the rachis of the set were playing multiple slant of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and heather from before that night, and some footage appeared to be issue transpiring at Jessica's keystone desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking view unfolding correctly before her very eyes.

Earlier that nighttime, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ black genus Phallus'rap group at one end of the expectant studio set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken controller of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal helper Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front news show desk. The missy that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the female child 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 virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of ignominious cock and every second gear of the fuck that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud standing at the other end of the newsworthiness desk getting his large inglorious cock stroked and sucked by a pretty offspring redheaded woodpecker wearing naught but a little semitransparent Elwyn Brooks White veil swept behind her head. In front of the newsworthiness desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two more disgraceful macho-man. The two men were groping and fondling the char's ample white boob while she stroked and sucked their pounding ebony rods. 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 Aythya americana's sass to his own throbbing black fellow member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sis Becky and their female parent Karen ! The rappers had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own oculus. Sarah's babe was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to audience that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for black stopcock that she'd been convinced to assist Becky see the course of study that night, then come down to the studio apartment to miss her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger girl was in and had rushed to the studio to forestall the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to lead in Mrs. davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual business leader of blackened hammer in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chairwoman and forced to ascertain as his wife and daughters were about to render themselves to melanize cock before his middle and the KNEN network television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black person phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the site.

On Jessica's paseo to the news program desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch blacken erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the tidings desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her bare Elwyn Brooks White trunk with his powerful blacken hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing television camera. Jessica looked into the lense of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in transport as her married Stanford White puss was once again penetrated by a long, thick, chocolate-brown pecker. She braced her tiny egg white hired hand on the deoxyephedrine desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's ebony humanity, catching a glance of herself in the studio admonisher as she did so. The view occurred to Jessica that the photographic camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the linchpin sitting at the desk, looking into America's home base, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a mesomorphic Negro rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue center from the reminder and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation vocalisation, she spoke.

"Good evening the States, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is have intercourse AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the saturnalia at the news program desk was joined by two more penis. Heather and Big mike had been on the other side of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up young lady, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his thick black spear. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the same time, it seemed to him that there was way too practically white-hot snatch in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big Mike made eye-contact with Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blond assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at microphone, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news program desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from prat. microphone looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the unsounded communication going on between the two disgraceful men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his cock out of Scots heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his brawny black arms and carried her over to news desk. mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right side by side to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal supporter next to her. Sara's bra and panties were yearn gone. Her farsighted blonde haircloth was matted with sweat, strands of it sticking to her naked back. Her tight, round, white ass shook with every jabbing she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins powerful black abs and chest of drawers, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a spell,"Big Mike casually told heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."ling continued wail weakly as Watkins pulled his massive blackness cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Calluna vulgaris immediately fell silent, her eye locking on Watkins massive black rooster. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, hand savourless against Heather's soft white boob and pushing the flyspeck brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big melanize cock across her flavourless White belly twice, like a baseball histrion tapping home with his bat before taking a baseball swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Scots heather's pink cunt with one, merciless thrust before she could say another word. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in cristal."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new fellow ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in mix-up as she felt Watkins's tool berth from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her backrest. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white white meat in his monumental black-market paw, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant bleak doorknocker whispered in the Pres Young blond's ear as he hulked over her slight Theodore Harold White frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny gabardine hands up to Big mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his all-embracing berm, and ran down his broad barrel thorax. Her pretty eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her unornamented E. B. White thigh. She grasped the radical of the rapper's prick in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big microphone easy access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his longsighted blockheaded black cock deep 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 meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white bridge player over Big Mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his consistency as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so blue with heather mixture.

"looking at at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the constitution girl as he fucked her intemperately."tone like your boy Big Mike found a new young lady to get laid ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A trollop for Joseph Black peter !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her hips to equal her new devotee's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK hussy kick ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up female child."DO YOU passion MY BIG Negro cock ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Calluna vulgaris cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG Negro turncock !"

"YOU'RE A Negro COCK cocotte SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her snatch with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK working girl !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A strumpet FOR Black person COCK ! !"

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heather Christensen hadn't told her family unit about her new job as a make-up 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 consultation that night to see his favorite television set personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on hold out television set ! Then the rapper called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should possess turned the tv off the second he saw heather pass 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 mixture to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her baby and female parent. ineffective to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her pass out and was even more upset ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather inflame up and quickly rejoin the action at law. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Scots heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his wife, Heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four old age earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black-market doorknocker. The peck was so hot that Bob couldn't supporter but stroke his peter while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded heather mixture off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure as shooting about this guy. Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins had been pretending to be some form of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a thug as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her ramification gap and pointed up in the air… the just clause of wear she still wore were her shoe. Her lissom gabardine torso glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to correspond his mightily poke. Her shoulder-length John Brown hair was matted with sudor, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorperson's'big hands roamed all over her slender tweed body ... and as his enormous black peter fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with interrogative, calling her ‘ slattern'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a Shirley Temple Black cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather 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 sonsie redheaded woodpecker mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking pitch blackness cock.

Calluna vulgaris suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you care to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my male child will come over one dark. We'll have a nice syndicate dinner. Then we'll piece of ass you and momma right in strawman of your pop !"

"Step-dad, actually"broom giggled."His gens is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the photographic camera,"Guess 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 international nautical mile in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their female parent. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were grievous ... They would show up and bed Heather and her mother right in movement of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the bleak man's cock.


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Karen davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home plate earlier that nighttime. first gear, she arrived home to find her jr. daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some sort of adult television receiver demonstration that purported to be a news program. If that weren't bad enough, the button-down married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic syllabus as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on inhabit television, being ravished by a group of rapacious nigrify thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the spate that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the Saame studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come picking he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their immature girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. davenport and her husband arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in prison term to preclude her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual exponent of the dim men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffective to resist the twit of her sexually-awakened girl and the sight of the Brobdingnagian black putz in the way, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched political party !

In the kernel of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a Negro stagehand and a Negro security department guard. As her alarm married man watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's monolithic mordant cocks while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD bosom. Then Karenic's bra was torn from her torso and the men began to convey turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new champion, a third gear black genus Adonis approached the chemical group. He was naked, except for a duet of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective Lens, and an ornate gold neck opening chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much crowing this new stud poker was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his putz was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her eyes off the man's shaft, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him originally that Night, briefly, on her television receiver screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, loss leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his personal identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security department guard's cock while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her full moon white tits, Karenic reached her pull up stakes script out and took hold of the new stud's humanity and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was grating, more dominant than the other 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 prospicient black fingerbreadth through Karen's silklike red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's top dog back, forcing her to stop sucking the security system safety device's prick. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security measures guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own hammer into Karen's oral cavity.

Karen instinctively began to take in the new black cock in her mouth, grasping the base of the scape with one bridge player, trying to contain her new devotee's onrush, but to short avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to lunge his pelvic arch, leap and determined to eff the pretty white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed oddly quiet and subservient in the human face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her hand from the security guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arm upward, holding them over her head by the articulatio radiocarpea with one powerful pitch-black hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the early. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding halo on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the early two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stage technician was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a flavor that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The surety guard duty tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio apartment's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crowd member wanted him to see. The jolly brunette studio Sir Frederick Handley Page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her bird, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security guard duty, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the mesa from the front. The shocked page female child tried to run away behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the mesa and blocked her route. Within second gear, all three were under the board. The girlfriend frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and howler of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karenic's sass. The shocked and fluster Aythya americana gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift gesture and carried her around the spinal column of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other position, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a buirdly, brawny black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black studhorse's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The grim scantling was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled expression and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a twosome of large, hefty paw suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom Melanerpes erythrocephalus reflexively grabbed the men on her tits, glancing down and admiring the line between her sonant white pelt and the night powerful hands that groped her 40DD breast. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to meet with her. Then Karenic felt something expectant, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare articulatio humeri. Looking over, Karen saw the fully rear length of B-Love's monolithic black cock resting on her milky albumen shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hired man and lifted the heavy, thick fellow member to her brim, lovingly kissing and sucking the read/write head while pumping the long, coal black shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top intelligence desk and having her bare titty fondled by a tall, powerful total darkness man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black devotee's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her depleted lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Lady and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to assume her professional presenting step as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole Truth'news show desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the social rank of cleaning woman who appreciate the superiority of the pitch-black male and succumbed to the intimate mogul of big black-market cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the somewhat White housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own reality, sucking B-Love's tool and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her optic were closed and she was moaning softly, the auditory sensation muffled by B-Love's thick Black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eyes shot open when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his stopcock from Karen's oral fissure. Karenic, still stroking B-Love's turncock with one hand, tried to run over and take it into her sass again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the camera. The office finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the intelligence desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's Joseph Black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's stopcock, but turned to face up Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good even Mrs. davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole the true ’."Jessica McFarland's interpreter cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her twat. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comment and doubtfulness for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and discontinue tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You reckon ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive whole tone."You came here tonight with the expressage purpose of stopping your onetime daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to keep your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a blackened man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the face of her ‘ black 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 take on her bitchy, confrontational diary keeper demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's outcome ?"

"I came place tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque buff's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his pecker while he rubbed her Virgo the Virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my untested daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. screwing 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 putz."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what character of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own Sister ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the lot of Sarah getting fucked by blackamoor men turned your daughter Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to fall back 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 mordant men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a Shirley Temple man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to cease her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at plate ?"

"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 fille that their virginity is wanted, and not to have sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your husband take the clip to break up 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 meter. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian elusion."You wanted to assist your girl ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to facilitate protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to end them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd full 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 stopcock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge black pecker in her deal, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the pitch blackness men that changed your psyche, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in person ! My daughter seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God facilitate me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much self-aggrandizing than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."wiener, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the grouping"Shirley Temple Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eye and B-Love's big shameful turncock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's cock in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is passing talented…. The whole radical is. I can personally attest to that… and of track, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity finis night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The Joseph Black cock you've been sucking tonight is the Lapplander one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that take a shit you feel ?"

Karen's thinker reeled at the Revelation of Saint John the Divine, unable to process, let alone answer Jessica's motion. Karen began to take a breather heavily, almost hyperventilating. The vast ignominious dick in her hand… the same dick she had just had in her mouth… was the exact Saame one that had taken her onetime daughter's virginity ! Karenic looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three ft away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young blackness man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black shaft, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her ripe presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to living, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realism. The image was shivering, slightly hazy 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 long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to feature sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated answer, yet obviously loving every bit of it… and every inch of that resplendent ebony cock that was taking her wanted flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the behemoth LCD filmdom 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 turncock that was in your sassing minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her blue green eyes widely with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the screenland. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the concealment and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her lilliputian white manus on his cock. Karenic began to kiss, punch, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same cock that she was watching take her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your aged daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching lie with your oldest daughter's formerly pure kitty. Can we acquire that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious inability to resolve her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched display now… a demonstration of the major power of black cock over a snowy wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing head and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful red-header's lecherousness. Karenic dropped one of her script from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the waistband of her scanty, wantonly rubbing her puss inside her step-in ... her legal action clearly visible to the photographic camera, thanks to the absolved glass top of the anchor desk. At the Lapplander time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's hammer, licking the distance of the Diospyros ebenum shaft and trying to take as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are White wife who is engaging in intimate activity with a black man on live television system, while her husband is forced to catch. You are doing so while watching footage of your old daughter losing her virginity to the same black cock that you are sucking right now. That Sami girl is getting fucked by another black man, right wing next to you ... while your younger girl's virginity is under threat from yet another big mordant putz ? Isn't all this incorrect, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's peter. She could feel her excitement building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's litany of input pushed the riotous wife and female parent over the border, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip of paper from her mouth as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one Thomas More head."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the powerfulness of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger peter ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT squawk ?"Karen gasped, her lip finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her laboured White person titty, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's pecker in her milky onyx marble cleavage and stroking his farseeing, slurred, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit shape.

"piece of tail ME YOU BIG nigger hood !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her musing in his shabu. Her use of the racial epithet had the claim impression she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hip joint and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her immense white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"weenie Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a electric chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M expression THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigra hood TO nooky ME WITH THIS BIG inkiness COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"frankfurter Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to infer dog ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the geezerhood, 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 nigga stopcock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT takings ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Shirley Temple COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU need BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK hoodlum !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"wiener screamed in horror.

"offer UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A commodity starting signal kick !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO screw ME WITH HIS BIG total darkness COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Joseph Black NIGGER COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's breast."She outta her brain with lust for my nigger shaft ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, peck with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your little girl at home base tonight ! Now your married woman loses her mind to black shaft. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the bounteous nonstarter ... crusade you lose THEM to black hammer ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling smuggled muscleman tensed and his big black jumped between Karenic's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty look, beautiful red hair, and whitish white breasts with intemperate glob of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my girl ... fuck me ... have it away my girl ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her mentum, onto her Brobdingnagian, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her fan's shaft ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black cock."first you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take tenacious, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"first base, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding pack ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her supercilium. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the Au strand made of unite wedding anchor ring, conflict annulus, even some opal ‘ promise'tintinnabulation like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the cleaning woman I take from White River men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a demo of your committedness to black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go shameful, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karenic said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a trouble, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering atomic number 79 on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian inkiness prick. Even easygoing, it was full-grown than her husband's White erection.

"I should warn you Karenic,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding doughnut, then I'm afraid I won't be capable to seat you into our earthly concern. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will partake you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a job ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the midget gold striation from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidification as he added Karen's wedding halo to a break out link in his chemical chain ... the radio link was Jessica McFarland's wedding mob, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you prepare for the future dance step in your adoration of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his point in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his cheeks, red with superfluity. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male person. frank, to his disgrace, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only born ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

weenie Davenport loved his married woman. It broke his heart whenever anything trouble Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that nighttime, she was more knock over than he'd ever heard her. frankfurter could barely understand Karenic between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to severalize him that she needed him place immediately, that their daughter needed his help. Frank Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative impression, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Edward Young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something dire, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to issue forth rest home right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving hubby and Fatherhood did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unconvincing events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio, Frank had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch out in helpless horror as television cameras captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

weenie davenport SAW his beautiful his former girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a black hood. wienerwurst SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a naked Shirley Temple thug and begin to stroke and suck that hoodlum's blackamoor cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, ineffective to look away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the huge black tool that were exposed to her. wiener SAW his firm married woman walking into the fray, ignoring his dissent. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black stud and succumbing to their conquest. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panties as the melanize men amused themselves with her curvaceous Stanford White dead body. Frank SAW his loving spiritual wife decline to her knee joint and idolize total darkness peter, letting her middling cheek and soft white meat be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then frankfurter saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each womanhood was sexually dominated by a black rapper. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful home was stolen from him… and never in his life history had he been so aroused. hotdog could feel his small-scale clean penis, small compared to the ignominious cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his trouser as he listened to his married woman describe the events of that night… the horrible misunderstanding that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the vast black doorknocker. Then wiener saw his married woman slip the wedding tintinnabulation from her finger and offer both it and their unseasoned girl's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could experience his minor white hard-on spurting cum into his knickers as his sept fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to occupy his eyes off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a legal brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his electric chair as she scooped the thick, hot ball of her mordant lover's ejaculate from her knocker and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her aspect and knocker, Karen sat back in her chairperson at the backbone desk, looking up at her beautiful black genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'step-in off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her married man another fast coup d'oeil, then returning her adoring aristocratical eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long fateful fingerbreadth under the waist band of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karenic laughed. Frank moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another sharp ripping phone was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, smooth White legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his head, holding Karenic's torn lacing panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at hotdog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

wiener 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 president at the anchor desk, with the exception of the Au crown of thorns necklace she wore around her neck. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his putz any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked get married cunt and boldly knocked her hired man away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet fold. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her dorsum, her full ovalbumin boob heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussycat."This ain't your married man's lil'Caucasian dickhead. You gon na experience to be A LOT wetter if you expect to film a Shirley Temple Black MAN'S cock !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her president."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some lingua employment in that cunt to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my kitty-cat !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's sweet piffling pussy and get it good and wet for my coon cock ?"

hotdog Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking interpreter. From the knocker's shade, Frank assumed someone was about to undo him from his chair and force him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the clean married man and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless facial expression, the doorknocker's meditative sunglasses preventing him from reading the hood's spirit. When the rapper was sure he had the frankfurter's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'slow ass a os ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, sap !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their one-time daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the doorknocker fill 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 wiener 's useless protests. 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 ramification wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big sinister ‘ Friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephony. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his prick as she watched her female parent and sis. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just picket and see, pamper doll."the rivet hushed the red-haired adolescent, dropping a large black bridge player in her lap and fingering her torrid pussy as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the daughter but knew that B-Love would want the accolade of taking the girl's virginity. No thing, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that dark, after B-Love had his fun. For the clock time being though, he toyed with the naïve Aythya americana, guiding her hand to her own kitty-cat, gently pushing her to wank as she watched the natural process unfold.

Karenic Davenport was in a haze, ineffective to compass what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, wooden leg spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two total darkness rapper guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to present Karen's wide spread legs. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to suffer Sarah finisher to the desk, closer to her mother's scatter branch. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's center widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing black humanness trench into her slender white torso. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton groan and her genu buckled, forcing her to hit forward and brace her hands against the desktop on either side of meat of her mother's prostrate var.. Sarah's precarious perspective didn't seem to slow the relentless tread of Big microphone's thrusts, in fact he started to make out the moderately blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her cattle farm legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently crowd her daughter's face lower, closer to Karen's defenseless kitty. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth white second joint, Karen realized what was about to pass off. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely land herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her snatch."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her jolly side 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…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to feed them what they want. I WANT to feed them what they want… I want to devote them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head word, his huge black cock hanging ponderously above her facial expression. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling Edward White tit and with one powerful melanise, bridge player and kneading the flabby bone flesh."Don't you want to pass on us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black-market cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moan suddenly turned to yell as Big mike increased the pace and volume of his driving force. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's brim briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new sensation on her puss. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's forefront between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and distribute her second joint to relieve her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her disastrous master copy, Sarah wasted no meter exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The middling light-haired daughter began to gently kiss the balmy pink crease of her own mother's cunt !

Karenic looked down over her own wriggling tweed body, between her heaving whitish White breasts and widespread creamy gabardine thighs and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big blue eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a lame protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent '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 ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her hip joint again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her lingua into her mother's cunt, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's center as she winced and threw her head back, ineffectual to resist any More, surrendering to the saturnalia and allowing her honest-to-god daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge black turncock all over the degraded gabardine mother's side."What a strumpet ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking White cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I do it it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in figurehead of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lusty riot echoing in his header. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! arrest THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY mind WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing pink clapper."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karen !"wiener screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karenic davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

hot dog davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his married woman's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio apartment set showed a cheeseparing up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic married man shook his forefront and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his optic fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her quondam sister ate their mother's slit. The new redhead's pert young tit heaved as she breathed heavily, one lilliputian whitened hand frantically rubbing her cunt while the other stroked a big inkiness cock. Her eyes fell upon her babe's face, buried in her mother's bitch. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the petite piddling"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just flashy enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgo daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's snatch. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going buck state of nature ! What do you think she's fashioning of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her long white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her twat against her honest-to-goodness daughter's case as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide down in the mouth eyes, but she couldn't front away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black studhorse a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in overplus and dropped her gaze to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to fend raising her eye discreetly as her font still pointed towards the floor.

"It's fine sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her abash pair of virginals daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby miss. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'mummy get her snatch eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger girl how it feels to have her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm construction."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, fornicatress !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how undecomposed it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT tactile property SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's bluish-violet centre. The young redheaded woodpecker's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to fulfill her own bore digit. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black cock she stroked with one helping hand and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her gloomy lip in sexual frustration as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favorite knocker and another big mordant stud. Her center fell upon her sis's case, buried in her female parent's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his hazard soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR start HUGE NIGGA turncock !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right hand NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S fix yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's oculus widened when they heard B-Love's query. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's optic, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to make up these beautiful disgraceful men well-chosen. She wanted to feed them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt occupy for her vernal daughter. All of these men were very bombastic, and Becky was tiny ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could address a huge black prick. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't cognise ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's rule out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The passably red-haired stripling quickly stood up from her president to recognise the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's hefty legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other bootleg peter she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the piteous virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The braggart ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white Kuki with his thick pitch-dark thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to heave. Forced to look into B-Love 's typeface, rather than his huge rooster, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your euphony ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your television, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an opaque moan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin kitty in his large mordant handwriting, then brazenly slipped two longsighted black fingers up into Becky 's Virgo the Virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin E. B. White bitch against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her Edward Young body shivered, her toes curled, her human knee buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked Theodore Harold White consistence into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard hammer pressed against Becky 's flat Elwyn Brooks White corporation and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft white soma. Feeling B-Love 's pecker pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm ovalbumin titty.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be correct Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girlfriend ain't near wet enough to withdraw a big nigra tool yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing contraband cock pressed against her physical structure and genuinely afraid she might never make love what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hand between their body, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black putz in her petite white hands, her digit unable to turn over all the way around its girth. She gripped the big inglorious fauna as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your handsome fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's facial expression to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated begetter a wicked smile and a nictitation. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her female parent 's header. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood reverse Becky, facing the reasonably red-haired teen with his immense contraband putz swinging inches above her mother 's grimace. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's putz as B-Love in turn of events reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's Virgin pussycat ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to listen."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's script, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue eyes and open air gasping mouth, in from her young kitty and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redheader looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a large musical theme ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched conception were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get unspoiled and wet for BIG Black person COCK, is n't that the right way Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her snatch and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… get together Sarah's probing clapper and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR slit ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, earreach and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her oral fissure from her mother 's slit. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her rape on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's button as probed her mother 's pussycat with her spry white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hip wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his twit. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his shaft, next to Becky 's hired man.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` feeling how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that nigra tool IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony dig along with her untested girl. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you want Becky to lose her virginity to real MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your girl 's low gear cock to be a BIG BLACK prick ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG total darkness prick tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's radiocarpal joint in both bridge player and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! piece of ass ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the bantam carrottop around in his coat of arms and getting her to kneel on the anchorperson desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karenic, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to serve her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's give-and-take and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you facilitate her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her new daughter 's virgin twat, just inches from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR lightlessness screw ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her Brigham Young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... going away TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black shaft and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inch above her rima oris. `` LET mamma ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one herculean arm around Becky 's slender albumen waist and eased her down towards Karen 's candid mouthpiece.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's flabby lip encounter against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager tongue flick her short pink clitoris !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his lingua pushing into her sass while her mother 's spit pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO good ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her pelvic girdle, grinding her cunt into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny Theodore Harold White handwriting clutched B-Love 's huge black dick almost like a handle, hugging it against her flatbed white tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black cock being recollective enough that there was ample way for all four diminished white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"wienerwurst Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his centre. Not only was his alone daughter eating his wife's slit, but now his younger girl was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the fuck up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and bump your fucking teeth out with my big nigga tool !"

Tears stung wienerwurst Davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's kitty-cat for the entertainment of a bunch of Shirley Temple Black thug. The tiny Andrew D. White erection growing in his knickers, not to advert a cum-stain from earlier in the eve, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few bit Becky 's young, lithe White torso began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced kitty-cat against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like pins and needles tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH piece of tail ! screwing ! '' The petite redhead 's went very strain then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful Negro frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her header back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW shit mummy ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE infant lady friend CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her head with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's softened screams were obvious, in bitchiness of Becky 's grinding pussy on her rima oris. Karenic was cumming, heavy !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soak wet side from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR Negro hammer ! ``

Big microphone looked at the shot playing out in front man of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redheaded woodpecker virgin with a killer whale ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't train it any more. With a mighty holla, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet Patrick Victor Martindale White cunt with his sticky, blockheaded loading. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty fatal pectoral muscle heaving with excitement, his cryptical brown heart wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The vast rapper smiled at his better half B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a in effect use for that little squawk 's mouth. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big microphone and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her backtalk, then pushed the petite carrottop over on her side. Big microphone slide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, bare lily-white soundbox around on the screen background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went hitch for their right black devotee, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a Triangulum on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every movement, the three Davenport women were moved into post on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her read/write head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her forefront between her mother 's legs.

'' okeh ma'am. '' B-Love said. `` If you want Joseph Black peter, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a s 's hesitancy, the female parent and daughter dived into one another 's snatch, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to delight their pitch blackness masters. The women needed no more prompting or instruction. Karen and her daughters'long white limbs intertwined, their conciliate white hands caressing one another 's soft clean cutis, their hungry sass kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, intense sapphic threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each former under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his hot seat, sobbing as his folk ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television receiver. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen home and came in his pants for the third meter that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport char were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a sinister cock yet ! He could remove his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and theme began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a riotous lesbian trio. His tool was already starting to tighten again. He 'd be gear up again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the curb 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the surety guard that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to take a crack cocaine at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport women. A mother, her virgin girl, and her fallen slut girl ... three women in total ... and three Shirley Temple Black doorknocker. He took his eyes off the Davenport cleaning lady for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked eubstance. The two gabardine sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussycat, up her soft bloodless corporation, over her puff tweed breasts, then up her neck ... to her face and back talk. Sarah turned her mother 's aspect to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's sass. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's look away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's sassing as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck opening, resting her pretty blond school principal on Karen 's left breast, sucking the hard pink tit that had fed her as a sister. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the panting milky mound as Karenic moaned softly. The two girl'deal roamed all over their female parent 's naked white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her deal down between each girl 's perfect ass face and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving white breasts, the pair of virginals teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard black cocks. Becky 's once innocent bluing middle filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her lid felt heavy with starve as she felt her daughter 's small albumen work force exploring her buxom clean consistency. Karen pushed her finger deeper into her virgin daughter 's pinko cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so crashing wet ! You 're even bedwetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing digit. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... shtup ! 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 total darkness turncock ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton sex as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh beloved ! '' Karenic sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK doorknocker ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't understand at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your baby ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't expect to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's instruction. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' pop does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever have sex with a very man ... with a literal putz ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right on mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her great white breast heaving with exhilaration as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair's-breadth and looked around the room at all the powerful fateful stud in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with intimate fervor. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first meter all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about dad ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her male parent, then back at her female parent.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with effort, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his privates. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl ravished by bootleg men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nil. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their girl had been compelled to enrapture one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on television ! Karen glanced at the photographic camera still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue sky eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... spousal relationship does n't matter ... saving yourself for wedding does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shooter, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock horizontal surface with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's jet black rod, trying to wrap her slender livid finger's breadth around it 's heavy girth, failing to fill up completely around its heaviness. Becky 's blue middle widened as Karenic lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The Lester Willis Young redheaded woodpecker leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The tv camera framed the shooting beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's flagitious melanize beam of light in her flyspeck white helping hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... stopcock ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red haircloth as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal clear for the people at dwelling house. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter cam stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK putz ! '' Karen cried out without falter.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio tonight, that made her SO set up to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple Black pecker ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's espouse name dripping tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU ready to betray your matrimony vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's dick in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio apartment at Frank Davenport. `` William Tell HIM ! William Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust drunkard she could barely focus her centre as she looked across the studio and into her poor husband 's horrified side. `` I 'm about betray our marriage ceremony vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... Negroid ... nigra ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one prospicient midway finger to the Frank davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than nigh White person men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky davenport 's slit succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good kinsfolk values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heating in the idiot box studio was vivid, not just from the studio lights, but from the consistence oestrus generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the photographic camera. The picture was being circularize populate across the commonwealth was luxuriously definition image of senior high contrasting flesh tint, a full color picture of grim and white flesh. The"unit true statement"anchor desk was a mass of au naturel, writhing bodies… hard black heftiness and cushy white pelt, shining with fret. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"Black person Phallus ”. All of the cleaning lady involved were T. H. White, but they came from a motley of setting.

Just a few hr earlier, the beautiful blonde television giver and news newspaperwoman Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap radical"Black genus Phallus ”. Within transactions, those rappers had introduced the honey matrimonial bloodless diarist to the intense power of black peter. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her reasonably brunet composition artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the linchpin desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by pitch-black stud poker the old dark, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took portion in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing entire well that it was being broadcast into dwelling house across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black phallus's medicine. Sheltered as she was, the group's denotative lyric titillated her and the virginal white teenager had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the mathematical group. She learned far more than she could stimulate imagined. She saw them score not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her babe getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of headphone conversations with her Sister and an anonymous Joseph Black studhorse, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that night to pass on up her virginity to one of these disastrous studhorse. She'd had no melodic theme that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home base and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ euphony video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the married woman and mother continued watching her television in seismic disturbance. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty white journalist, a professional white charwoman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a black he-man's intimate toy. Soon Karen's jolt turned to titillation. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't poster Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the drive. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her married man for supporter. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden the true. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in clip to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed sight of the blackamoor he-man in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to discontinue either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to connect them ! The studhorse weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her girl tease and seduce her, making her mock her married man, making her gift them her wedding halo, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The scantling from Black person Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married White diarist on live tv set, they'd snagged her makeup creative person too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virtuous sister and conservative mother into the knocker'devilish clutch pedal ! Now all five beautiful blanched adult female were now professing their desire and cultism to blackamoor cock on live television… and two of the gripe hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo the Virgin's turn, and B-Love, drawing card of the rap chemical 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 smutty hammer, while the other fingered his necklace made of white cleaning lady's rings."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some jigaboo dick in those little snowy pussies ! This here is a Virgin and her moms, and let's not draw a blank big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out educational activity for everybody to take on their optimum emplacement ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to have a bun in the oven Heather, the brunette composition girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thickheaded black member still buried in her twat, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his derriere, guiding the naked white correspondent over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the blackened stud's prick was just as yearn and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's earpiece stud gave a warm glance at the Thomas Young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attending of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Joseph Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence lead off quietly, seeing that her telephone set he-man grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her plain ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that picayune virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby wench !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The sentiment scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's White River ass, causing the diarist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue oculus going wide-cut and looking up into a nearby tv camera that was capturing every 2nd and transmitting it to television set across the country. One such television receiver could be found in a waiting way down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's married man was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a black dick piece of tail toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the shabu top news desk, their beautiful naked white eubstance huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'denude articulatio humeri as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their branch around her waist. The three naked black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with nervous lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous ignominious cock in one script as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving Patrick White wife, or the consummate bloodless virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karenic's married man and the Church Father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family line. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these blackness bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was aught he could do but watch over. Now, again, he could do null but vigil as the three rappers took their billet in front man of the ‘ his'missy and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalise his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black hoodlum rapper ! How could this be happening ? He and his married woman had been so happy for so many age, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these hood they'd just met hours ago ... the same sinister men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to consider it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able-bodied to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to push aside B-Love's originally threat of violence."love, PLEASE ! open YOUR EYES ! flavour AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to dog's plea. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three shameful rappers standing proud and defenseless before her and her girl. Her big violet eyes scanned their dark, rippling sinewy chest of drawers, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three glorious bootleg pecker that swung at her eye-level hardly one-and-a-half feet from her grimace.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an chance for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a spell, but not taking her center off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD feeling at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big mike's… back and Forth River."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's articulatio humeri and began to rub her own pussycat as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"frankfurter whined."Can't you see this is faulty ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big disastrous tool in his hired man."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his prominent black deal, showing off putz's length, cinch, and callosity, mocking Frank's protests.

"DOE this look WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispering as she stared at B-Love's hammer. She dropped her former arm from Becky's shoulder joint, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their kitty while staring at the big sinister rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! recall ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown forefront barely just a foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR syndicate !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full White person knocker heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'immense opprobrious erection and rubbed her purulent frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge shameful hammer, a metrical foot long and the color of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's shaft, just as farsighted, but a bit thinner and lighter in colouring material, almost like umber with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's dick, gloomy brownness and so THICK… a bit myopic than B-Love's prick, but still MUCH larger than wiener's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL triad of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'hard-on."All THREE of you are TWICE AS great as Frank !"

hot dog heard the hullabaloo in his married woman'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 thug knocker. wienerwurst began to cry, not in masculine reserved snag, but heaving cocksucker. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to preclude his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"dog sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her Father of the Church's doings."facial expression, papa's shout now !"

"pappa, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgin pussy frantically on live television receiver while staring at Big Mike's huge black penis.

"frankfurter, calm down."Karenic admonished her husband."blockage thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The Charles Herbert Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the Charles Herbert Best nookie you've ever had in your lily Patrick Victor Martindale White lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, total darkness, COCKS. All three of you, mother and girl, English by face, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigger thug rapper ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried, her all-inclusive violet eyes darting hungrily from one big black cock to the future."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na jazz who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at dog Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated married man and male parent."Which one am I going to eff first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU selection which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na deflower your sweet Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na have it off that hot married white puss of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I take ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."chance event these nigra dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, experience how hard and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's cocks, stroking one in each of her tiny 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 sis brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussycat."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge cock closer to Karenic's typeface. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her manpower to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how a good deal of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the rapper towering over her, his pensive sunglasses mirroring her observation. She saw herself raw, stroking his huge Joseph Black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding party ring… Sarah's engagement hoop. His trophies. Karen glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbolisation of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hand 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 teaching she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with actualization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal red-header quickly lifted her bridge player from her pussy and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost mirthful speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's salutary for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's backtalk broadened into a joyous, bright smile."You are truly a fantastic mother."He said, taking the halo from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white script. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's involvement ring, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the raw mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"Okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to fuck your pretty Virgo daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the television 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 ?"

Karenic looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, smooth café latte cutis, muscular chest, and a big black turncock. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his mesomorphic build. Then Karenic considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big microphone was just fucking huge, like a mordant hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His berm looked like they were three feet across. His pectoralis muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, 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 helping hand, taking a rapper's pecker in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, ruggedness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their cutis color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You bettor find fault fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over nigher to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a mightily black deal."otherwise, they might BOTH have it away you at the Lapp time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these scantling at the Lapp clip, their Brobdingnagian cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more black rooster !"

"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 treble squad you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning grimace. She shivered at the intellection of all three black men fucking her at once. The idea excited her… and so did Big microphone's audacity.

Karenic's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"Fuck yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The seduced livid wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed flannel cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as rigorous as hers ? recount me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as squiffy as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a material man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the last-place twenty-four time of day. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA hammer !"

Big microphone's dirty lecture worked like a good luck charm on the beautiful lady of the house. Karenic suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky balance on Big Mike's shaft as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger's breadth as she stroked the immense black cock in her hand. As very much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black peter in her petite white helping hand. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to take it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real number man !"

"shtup YEAH child !"Big microphone hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real why your daughter are goin'lightlessness ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Sami !"

Big microphone couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. weenie Davenport hung his school principal 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 roll in the hay ME with your BIG Negro putz ! submit me while your boys fuck my mom and baby !"

"sin yeah !"Shemar laughed."This gripe is prepare to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone horn as he moved forward, placing his vauntingly black hands on Becky's bare white knee joint, then sliding them over her piano, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her Virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ repellent'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Saame man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch disastrous peter just about one base away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly turgid. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a Brobdingnagian Black person cock, the reality was just now hitting rest home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with query. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too a lot. She panicked, beginning to go against and worm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frantic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mama !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby lady friend is getting cold substructure. You want to aid me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her uneasy daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't nooky this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fright in her daughter's big spicy optic. She immediately felt shamed for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"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, mom's here for you ! Everything's going to be okeh ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her vernal defenseless breasts quivering as her breast 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 intellect to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! mama's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be decent Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to show her sister Bronx cheer how to fly for the first clip !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more counsel from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to manoeuvre by big spade cock into your daughter's sweet Edward D. White virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rearing dark hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked ardent pussy. She imagined her minuscule white hand grasping the rock-hard beam and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girlfriend !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's thin white arms and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her petite Edward Douglas White Jr. eubstance back along the desk and driving the slender redheaded woodpecker to lie back. Sarah bent on forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her helping hand on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's answer, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zilch at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky Andrew D. White breasts pressed against the insensate glass desktop, her hired man resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet slit. She felt Big Mike's huge cock smacking against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt lips. Karen's violet eyes shot panoptic open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big mike's dick into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's snatch 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 Karenic Davenport's smooth white ass and knock pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The tv camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the makeup girl as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're smutty lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment crowd was recording everything they could for alternative slant and takes that could be released later on DVD and site. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the hands of the Black genus Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his tool just over a base from Karen's face.

"issue my stopcock in your deal Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her legs."guide my sinister cock into your daughter's whiten virgin cunt. yield me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her liquid sonsy white ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass buttock to expose Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big microphone's rough, inviolable hands rubbing her subdued white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's paw slip away. Karenic was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy rim, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensory faculty, desperate for More intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pinko cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! fucking ME !"Karen moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's wide blue air eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy wall stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out gimcrack."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a brace of my digit ! diddly, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his hand, while his other handwriting was down between Karen's peg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, shake hard contraband cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll piece of tail KNOW !"

"Please ... Please love me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will featherbed, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his bass gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will gift YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."service ‘ em out girl. fall in them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat 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 twat."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! assist her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my dick into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right wing in the eye, Karenic reached a trembling script out and grasped B-Love's thick sinister shaft in her shaky ashen helping hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his hammer at her Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in skepticism."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her vox trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between concern and lecherousness she found herself unable to form tenacious prison term. In spite of her genial discombobulation, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surround. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with turmoil and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, youthful tit to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and finisher to her vestal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big microphone cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet puss."Get that peter inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, enceinte black cock.

Becky stared at the immense pitch-black cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young chest of drawers heaving, making the land site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big drear eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white cheek and B-Love's beautiful black turncock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a physique in the cover ground, tied to a chair. Her Padre."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what truelove ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing blackamoor penis closer to Becky's young White person cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big drear middle darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the Best for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her shoot down, dejected married man, still tied to a electric chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's serious-mindedness."I don't really wish. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ dada'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to assure she held Becky's to the full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy black balls, then gently slid her tongue up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long pecker.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite doorknocker's tremendous black rooster. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her drum roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her simple. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the exchange between female parent and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an reply to her doubtfulness as she lowered B-Love's glistening total darkness tool and pointed its pulsating apple-sized mind directly at Becky's virgin pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you recall we need to worry about papa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brownish head. Becky's big grim oculus widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… shelter ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make water him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's hammer tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's prick again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected kitty-cat. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's peter for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed kitty backtalk ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick come sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big gentle optic looked down past her young, lithe white body, over her pert, creamy bosom, over her flat Patrick White potbelly, over her fiery red virgin kitty-cat, between her spread albumen thigh and up at the HUGE black peter that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's pecker, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bounteous this prison term, the pearly white fluid began to ooze from the knocker's engorged ebony tree erecting and gently spattering across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty bosom heaving as her external respiration began to animate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just lie with me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"goodness girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and arrogate his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karenic's round blank ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black pecker drop downward and between Karenic's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her pitch-black victor, 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 lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now apply yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the Brobdingnagian black turncock that her mother held barely one inch from her young virgin bitch. Shivering, her breast heave with inflammation, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the showtime time in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT superstar of B-Love's throbbing black cock fountainhead lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH shag ! !"Becky and Karenic screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : LIKE MOTHER, LIKE girl"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in incapacitated horror as three thug rappers shattered his entire world, barely able-bodied to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That break of the day Frank had had the perfect white suburban aliveness. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a menage that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Whitney Young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive director help to the tv set news star Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate gamey schooling and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not consume been more than prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church coming together when his married woman called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughter were in danger and demanding hotdog come habitation immediately. Frank raced dwelling house to find Karen standing in front of their star sign. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN net studio, where their previous daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, dresser panting, and oculus glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied tale as Frank swarm. wienerwurst couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witness, each particular Karen described was more atrocious than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, purpose on saving their daughters'soul. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the atrocious reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a grouping of large, muscular Black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diarist Jessica McFarland and a Brigham Young brunette weenie didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more shocking sight… until he saw his daughter.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a blackened man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his untried daughter, Becky, might be in store for the same fate. His fears proved warrant moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a unconvincing bra and pantie and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these rapacious black men. Frank begged Becky to keep on her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughter and their companions instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughter debauchery with her own eyes. Now, dog was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their Church Father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, mixed bacchanalia. To wienerwurst's horror, his loving married woman quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful United States Congress with these perverted black Prince of Darkness. When Frank tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced scout as camera circled the soundstage, devouring the natural action like a plurality of hungry wolf and broadcasting every second to telecasting and cyberspace. shriek, moan, and other pharyngeal noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a large shabu keystone desk, a scene of au naturel, unbridle debauchery unfolded under the hot igniter.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette constitution missy, Heather, were both bent over one end of the farseeing, glass lynchpin desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very gravid black men. At the other end of the glass board, wiener Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three black rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… ineffectual to arrest their debase demeanour, ineffectual to reckon away from it, and unable to suppress the modest erecting growing in his pant which betrayed his primal acceptance of bootleg manly ascendance. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of U.S., was learning the"unit Truth"about mordant men's sexual power.

Sarah, dog's older daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her early foot off the level and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the knocker standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate cock in and out of her somewhat blonde pussycat.

The rappers took their time with Frank davenport's wife and immature girl, building sexual tension, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously conservativist white womanhood. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass screen background in forepart of and under Sarah. Her new, lithe, naked Elwyn Brooks White consistence practically glowed under the studio lights. Her pretty red-haired headspring was cradled in her elderly babe's assuage deal. wienerwurst had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable Edward D. White body. Frank saw his daughter's big bluish oculus lock onto the doorknocker's grotesque disastrous cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread clean knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously turgid. Having originally been an aegir participant, Becky suddenly looked unsettled. frankfurter had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

frankfurter's pleas were mocked by the doorknocker, who decided to play Becky's mother against her father in a misrepresented battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only provide Karenic to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to go for. Sarah might throw been lost, but Frank clung to the heroic Leslie Townes Hope that Karen would come up to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

dog was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife set over the desk, next to their honest-to-god girl, then leaned across their young girl's naked Edward D. White body. Karen's leaden, soft white breast gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy white thighs. Using one hired man, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her other hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony turncock. Her nimble finger quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from coming together. A picket stain on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding mob, given to B-Love as a token of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge fatal weapon in her tiny white mitt, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular goliath called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silky red hair and au naturel white body with his dark, meaty mitt. The tip of his own ebony humanness, rivaling the atrocious sizing of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussy. The rapper tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning pussy lips, working her into a desperate intimate frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the hurrying of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing sinister appendage towards her younger girl's virgin pussy. B-Love took a gradation forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat Theodore Harold White tummy and lilliputian red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her Sister's appease hands, to see the tip of B-Love's large dark cock moving close and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black cock in their mother's tiny white paw as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious pillage. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his venter, making his huge shaft twitch and jump in Karen's hired hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go groundless. All three char gasped excitedly.

dog kept his center open, trying to be secure, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the picture on the anchorperson desk, but every where he turned, studio reminder in his line of reasoning of vision displayed unlike camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one reminder, he heard his dear sweet Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… frank intellection, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitoring device in horror, only to find himself looking at another reminder, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his cherished kitten express business concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous fear, distracting her attending with a shocking display… kissing and sucking the vile blackened thug's shaft as Becky watched !

frankfurter turned away again, but his heart fell on yet another varan, Frank saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's tool's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgin bitch ! He heard Becky ask about a safety, only for her female parent to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her hip, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the airfoil of the mesa and bringing her virgin pussy closer to the knocker's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and begging him to eff her !

Finally, frank sat staring at the monitor in a State of jar as the photographic camera closed in on the import that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on live boob tube.

The screenland showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink flock shining with her excitement, and twitching in prediction, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that toughie's defilement. Then, from one side of the blind, the throbbing, dripping Negro head teacher of that monstrous black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiet you could find out a pin drop. Karen davenport's used two digit to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin slit sassing, then gently theatrical role them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other script brought the doorknocker's monstrous disastrous cock that final inch.

A midst, white chunk of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's dick. Karen gently shook the rooster, letting the drop drip from the dick school principal and slide down over Becky's Virgin snatch. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's rooster.

This fourth dimension, however, Karen did not shake the stud's cock.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's pussy sass with one hand and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing pitch-dark cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tensity was too much for the red-aired teenager to bear. Her torso shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that regal blackamoor tool on her pink virgin pussycat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's completely apple-sized cock school principal to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH piece of tail"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine slit opened for the first metre by first inch of B-Love's foot-long lightlessness cock ! tv camera captured that import of low gear contact and the wild feeling in Becky Davenport's big blue centre, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in habitation across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her marital lily-white twat.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin kitty-cat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock headland slipped yesteryear Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karenic, slipping his cockhead into her twat and rewarding her for her respect.

Karenic moaned, bucking her wide blank hips backward against Big Mike, anxious to take more of his pecker inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her agitation, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's prick loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another in of his monstrous black tool into Becky's virgin cunt !

"OH ... .OH piece of ass ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inch of midst black cock pushing into her virgin twat had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the reality was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two Thomas More inch of his fat black rod into her marry pussy. His powerful black hands grasped Karenic's across-the-board rosehip and lifted her curvy white ass upwards, forcing Karen's aspect downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her full E. B. White breasts pressing against the cool transparent aerofoil. She glimpsed a studio apartment camera operator under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the tv camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her downcast lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's stopcock irradiation and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"trench ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperient Theodore Harold White teen."Shit girl, it's only a couple inch. I ain't even busted your maidenhead yet ! God shit you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own nude mental image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her virginal slit. She looked down over her flat Stanford White potbelly, seeing that indeed, almost ten in of B-Love's atrocious black cock had not yet penetrated her young white organic structure. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her vestal pussy. It was tight, so tight Becky could receive sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain in the ass. Her big low-spirited eye widened with sudden scare as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvic arch violently forcing B-Love's cock to slue from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to hold her baby's shoulder. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first. It did last Nox, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the background, staring at the HUGE black cock between her legs. At that instant, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karenic up, driving another in of his boneheaded black member into her voluptuous albumen 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 world, completely oblivious to her young daughter's panic fire, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so effective, so full-of-the-moon in her sprightliness. Karen caught a glance of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inch of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's shaft slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"screw ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the doorknocker's cock."DON'T catch ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to support her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's yell and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's twat.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said nix to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the reverence and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should avail Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that consequence was getting that amazing contraband 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 warmest, motherly feeling. She looked into her daughter's unquiet case, big blueness eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her optic locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young Theodore Harold White body shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of rancour towards her ‘ little lady friend ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the family tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's putz in her hired man."There are consequences for our actions, untried noblewoman !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother rive B-Love's cock finisher to her pussy again.

"You came down here to fulfill these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to satisfy them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an column inch from her girl's pussy."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's prick in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amaze would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entry of Becky's cunt."to mislay your virginity to these famous, sexy Black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's pecker again touching her kitty-cat lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot garden pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and long and intemperately as the one in her hand would be tough for any woman to cover, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to finger unbelievable ! Besides, I'm sure enough if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this whole clock time, forced to watch as three black doorknocker took over his family. He'd given up his try to convert his wife and girl not to debase themselves for these opprobrious thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are creature ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP frankfurter !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You better watch that racist-ass ‘ beast'shit ! You call us fauna and we're just might originate actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's response and the thug's threat, but still he would not be tacit. This was his last chance to barricade this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his girl."BECKY love, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST say THEM YOU DON'T WANT 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 purulent lips."Your founding father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to break. Tell him he's haywire. severalise your beginner you don't want to end !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his nigrify face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglass.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black musculus rippling, his nerve that Lapp unemotional person expression. She had to hide the posting, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to depend at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her grim lip. This was rattling. That huge disastrous dick was REAL ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her Church Father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."infant girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"child girl, pa doesn't want to trust it. William Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell dad !"

"I don't want to hold on !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good girl ! Don't stay !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's putz in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo snatch. She felt Big microphone's putz slipping back into her married snowy slit, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T want TO plosive !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hip joint up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big melanize stopcock deeper inside.

"That's good, beef, ‘ effort I ain't GON NA fuckin'plosive consonant !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another in of his dick into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one centering on Becky's face, another on B-Love's stopcock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own female parent's hand. Her female parent's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karenic moaned, still using her early hand to conduct B-Love's shaft into Becky's defenseless slit as Big Mike continued teasing Karenic's pussy with his shallow push, giving her no more than five or six column inch of his cock.

"You're going to sleep together it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder joint as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender Patrick Victor Martindale White arm stretched as far as it she could take a leak it. Her digit were outspread, trying either to bear upon him or reacting against the germ of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark embrown muscles through the opening between her delicate gabardine fingerbreadth. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint Andrew D. White band on her mob finger, where her ‘ honor Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender White River finger mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could experience his heart beating faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that same wink pulsation in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched handwriting, her finger's breadth finding her the THICK, HARD Black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young white trunk !

"AAAAAAH horseshit ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH nooky ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! screwing ! piece of tail ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible atmospheric pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling whizz traveling from her pussy, up her backbone and across her back, shoulders, and neck opening. It was similar to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young consistency shaking. Her grip tightening on her female parent's helping 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 monotonous ovalbumin tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperient cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's abdomen, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's putz driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the astuteness of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's maidenhead by this point, about to shoot down away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her berm at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could reach her. Big Mike was only seven inch inside her puss, but he was mysterious than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! commit ME THAT unit stopcock ... I'M ... passing ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your daughter does !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's pecker pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight Thomas More in left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quickly smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's vernal ovalbumin bosom quiver with her every deep, labored intimation ... every column inch of black peter she took into her tight, unspoiled little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her font,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender T. H. White consistence.

Not waiting for a more understandable response, Karenic forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's cock irradiation and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the principal for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big blue sky eye widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'ma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her ass psyche, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's putz back into Becky's pussycat ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's tip, driving his prick into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in jounce, arching her back, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest of drawers. The Becky felt the insistency again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's former hand pulled B-Love's putz deeper into Becky's pussy. daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of electric shock and tears… Karen's wide of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother conduct B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's slit. The Lester Willis Young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting dark cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH squawk !"Big microphone bellowed his commendation at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute clit nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's hammer driving deeper into her torso, pushing against the resistor the inside of her eubstance was giving it ... a resistor that would never hold up against the ability of a black cock.

"That's just your maidenhead sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big Mike's rooster pumped her snatch faster and deeply to present his favourable reception of her actions."He ... has ... to ... fracture ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty virgin's initiatory barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother embrace and stroked his gibe. He looked down at the wanton white married woman and mother who guided his weapon. Karenic returned his flavour, her blue-violet center burning with intensity level. B-Love knew the flavor very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's pecker and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic Edward Douglas White Jr. dickhead whose wife was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"screwing HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for more Black person cock and willing to do or give anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE unit matter !"

"Karen !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous girl and continued to squall at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! ass HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A trollop !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the buxom whitened mother beg them to take her youngest girl's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her consistence quiver as she felt B-Love's prick stretching the walls of her tight vernal pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your maidenhead honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her virginal membrane. Becky responded well, soon bucking her rose hip in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained utter control of the office. The rapper drew his hip joint back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussycat. The unseasoned redheaded woodpecker writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her mother's patrician hand.

"Let her talk of the town Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her manus from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the untried redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole white torso tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure his rooster didn't slip any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white-hot waist with his powerful black hands to hold up her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to bed you ? Maybe you want some niggling heights school WHITEBOY with a niggling white DICKIE to assume your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to kibosh ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! make my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sense spreading across her unharmed Stanford White trunk as she looked up at the powerful black rapper and the huge black shaft he had resting between her legs. She grew more shake as she heard the watchword coming out of her backtalk. She began to charge her hips furiously, desperately trying to exact more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."fucking ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffective to await away from the bloodcurdling scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, buttoned-down white husband and father would ever require to witness. weenie saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. wienerwurst saw Becky, also naked, with her long white legs spread astray around the waist of yet another hulking Black rapper… one with a prick longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that knocker's cock. frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty dollar bill old age gripping that disastrous hood's foot long tool in her flyspeck white hand… guiding it into their vernal daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the black hood rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender Patrick Victor Martindale White body by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his brawny black ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one powerful, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD thick BLACK COCK into her virtuous white 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 doorknocker's rock-hard smuggled cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then stab into her again… and again… and again. The infliction was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young white body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to facilitate confirm Becky's articulatio humeri and head and steady Becky's Cy Young dead body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from can, her own weight being supported by Shemar's brawny Shirley Temple hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hired man, waving her other paw to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her female parent's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite doorknocker's thick opprobrious cock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her scream as the pain in the ass slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a joy the virginal untested teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first off time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black he-man fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The Pres Young redhead soon began to charge and thrust her White person hips to encounter B-Love's thrusting pitch-black shaft. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slight 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 dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his blanket black chest and pectoral muscle, glistening with travail. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscle muscles and his narrow hip, the night tegument contrasting with her creamy Patrick Victor Martindale White thighs. Finally her oculus fell upon the ancestor of his powerful, thick black tool between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Whitney Moore Young Jr. white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her binding violently, thrusting her pelvic arch up and holding her sylphlike whitened teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star gripped her shank and pierce the full moon duration of his rock-hard coke-can-thick Black person cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over as a dreamy grammatical construction fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her candid mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a broad sidesplitter as Becky davenport announced to the domain that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the trope of a trickle of blood pooling on the glass background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red fuzz from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so majestic of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so well !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her cervix. Leaning forward, he wrapped his potent black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breast 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 charter your sister's virginity and score your mom, strumpet !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some variety of drug. She felt proud to have got helped seduce her babe and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The Danton True Young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's mind. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warmly sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's buddy-buddy black putz continued to hammering her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet centre locked on Becky's sweating, naked white form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thigh and the Brobdingnagian black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain in the neck. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her forefront back and forth. Karenic saw the drip of rip pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and curve with every drive from B-Love's terrifying, vast black cock.. the cock that Karenic herself had guided into her daughter's young Patrick White body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped deform her Virgin girl into this ... monster. She couldn't helper but think that she should own been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karenic Davenport felt pridefulness. She had ensured that her girl's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high school. Karen loved her boyfriend so a lot, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the book binding of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the metre, but Karen felt aught. She broke matter off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfy. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to think that the void she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karenic, the bed wife and PTA mom. What a poor fish, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with humble dicks and no estimation how to fuck. What a dissipation ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious dead body ... a material man ... a inkiness man ... with A BIG black tool.

Karen felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never ask to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic lily-white loser like their father ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning typeface and felt so lofty that she had ensured her vernal daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."goodness girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her advanced immature bosom."Such ... a ... good ... thoroughly missy ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sensation of a black turncock in her de-virginized puss and her mother's mouth on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three Black person rappers, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering trunk. He gripped Karen's wide of the mark, white rose hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick Black person tool one-half buried in her married lily-white cunt ... and from the way that pussycat gripped his prick, he could tell she was athirst for more. Now that Karenic had finally ensured her daughter's all over surrender to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was metre to fall in the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his sinewy Black person hands around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the lenient, milky white globe in his gravid, nighttime fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to effective grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing Black cock pushed two inch deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black he-man hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye contact with her hubby one last sentence before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! submit ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karenic's coup d'oeil at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly pierce forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's organic structure and driving the wax length of his cock deep into her red-haired pussy. His disgraceful, chisel chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster knocker in his coal-black workforce, squeezing them hard and pinching her mammilla as he passionately bit her berm.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her sonant white trunk in time with the other doorknocker'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 conjoin bloodless cunt .... deeper than her husband or any early man, had ever been. Wanting sound leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his grip to Karen's wide, quivering rose hip. Doing so, he let unloosen of Karen's heavy T. H. White tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth River by the force of his speedy, relentless knife thrust. The studio television camera captured every in of her sonsy raw ashen body and beautiful, elated face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous white married woman."How's THAT bull feel ? You like Big mike's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK tool IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your fornicatress virgin girl ?"

The compare made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big mike's huge black cock driving profoundly and deeper into her own snatch ... deep ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in perfect musical rhythm with B-Love's thrust into Becky's Pres Young whiten body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her head, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big microphone's stopcock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sentience shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far to a greater extent intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to shake as the esthesis grew solid and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her barren hand down on the screen background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white organic structure, pinning the Thomas Young redheaded woodpecker to the tabular array. Karen continued slapping her undetermined paw on the screen background, pounding it loudly in clip with Big Mike's pounding knife thrust into her married twat. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his jabbing into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her female parent and sister as Shemar fucked her from tail. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the vertebral column of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding cock 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 former hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's vast black turncock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his move seemingly amplified by the sound of her female parent's manus pounding the desk.

"AWWW screw YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the profundity and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hip."WHO OWN THIS twat NOW, gripe ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wafture after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'pussy BELONGS TO BIG Black person stopcock !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY pussycat BELONGS TO BIG BLACK stopcock !"

"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 young lady'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The dark tough rappers laughed cruelly. frankfurter Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to address. He just stared at the debauched fit playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that diddly ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'little girl are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big inkiness Daddy ! Isn't that right miss ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na have it away your new pappa, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect blank ass against Shemar's long, mysterious thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na dearest yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her pelvis."piece of tail ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… pa !"The rapper corrected.

"daddy !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell dad you want him to have it away you with his big jigaboo cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her Caucasian body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"jigaboo !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his tool deep inside her and held her slender ovalbumin waistline.

"William Tell me to roll in the hay your little Edward White pussy !'” B-Love commanded.

The youthful redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each discussion with another thrusting in Becky's physical structure."Say…"thrust"…the…"driving force"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Negro spade COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breath, 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 get wind you ! Your OLD, gabardine pa !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped take her into the creation, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her cheek and dead body were far from innocent though. lustfulness filled her big aristocratical eyes and her defenseless Theodore Harold White soundbox shined with exertion as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black torso."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Negroid DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her articulatio coxae with each of the last three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his stopcock as cryptical as he could inside Becky's Lester Willis Young tweed cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the untried redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual power and dominance… the black male over the Patrick Victor Martindale White female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME pappa !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER ejaculate ! feeling INTO DADDY"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young clean body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked oceanic abyss into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR pa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her nude young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... Daddy ! strain ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR spade CUM ! shuffling ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."look at how your virgin daughter bucks her hips to encounter every thrust of this big nigga cock ! count at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat Stanford White ass up into my boy's tool ! Listen to how they screech AND BEG for more than ! YOUR fair sex ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's great pitch-dark balls slapping against her raw tap slit lips as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her air-tight egg white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her female parent's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! pappa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S passing TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her backtalk to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue centre barb open in seismic disturbance at the twin aesthesis of her mother's spit in her back talk as, for the first time every, a man release his hot, potent germ inside her nubile young consistence ! In a Night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's easygoing white soundbox held her pin to the anchor desk as B-Love's difficult black putz continued thrusting inside her, releasing cargo after load of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go wilted, allowing wave after waving of delight to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's Caucasian consistence.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her former mitt, concentrating on kissing her untried daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their whiten pussies were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the rappers'raging Negroid rooster. Karen could find Big Mike's CVA quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married slit. She could sense his potent black hired hand between her and Becky's organic structure, the huge iniquity finger's breadth squeezing her soft Andrew D. White tit shape. She could finger another climax building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's prick practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the center. His heavy black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His driving force were strong, deeper, but slower ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her middle and looking down into Becky's young boldness. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an acute sensation building between her branch, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very someone. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big microphone's seeded player flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her conjoin Patrick White uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom gabardine wife.

"AHHHHH roll in the hay YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE slovenly woman ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT spirit ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her Young white body… but the look on Becky's face told her female parent everything she needed to recognise. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ minuscule lady friend ’, was now undeniably a womanhood.

Confirming the Truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined flannel pussy, letting what seemed like a dry pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his headland back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsation sinister cock upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and Din Land on Becky's flat T. H. White tummy and heaving new tit. photographic camera circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In home plate across America, goggle box screens showed the high definition trope of the black rapper's cum, pink with Virgin blood, leaking from the white teen's ravaged kitty. The epitome was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her begetter's horrified, tear-filled eye, and her mother's weakly smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her daughter's frontal bone, and then proceeded to thrash the semen from her daughter's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon, fresh from her daughter's Virgo cunt and hungrily taking it into her oral fissure. Sarah Davenport then reached a bridge player forward, dragging her delicate white fingers through the seed leaking from her sister's twat, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her tongue .