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

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The computer filmdom flickered to animation with the double of a blazing sun. A lowly caption appeared in the scurvy left corner of the screen :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black Phallus / recording label : E & I Records ”.

There is no euphony at outset, just the occasional pluck of a alone guitar string. The depiction whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its goon. Finally, the car's engine sputtering and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera slant snub to the interior of the car, showing a Stanford White family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful blank married woman sitting at his side. Sitting in the backbone tooshie, reading a college orientation course brochure, is their pretty whiten daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a Bikini top, and listening to her MP3 role player. An belligerent rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her heart. The wife doesn't look felicitous either.

The hubby gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle operating expense as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his script from the heat. The daughter sees her beginner shaking his hand and prancing around the battlefront of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell earpiece. She picks up her cell speech sound and starts entering a speech sound turn.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the presence seat, watching her married man, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand dab mom's berm and then hands mom the cubicle. Mom looks at the earpiece and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alert, and shakes her head. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her forefather. The mom sees him still prancing around in straw man of the car like a dope, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the earphone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling vulture again. The family now has all the car threshold open, and are all sudation. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, various blouse clitoris undone, and fans herself with a cartridge. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up motortruck with a winch drives up beside the family unit and green in front man of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a heavy black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy fast-growing rap pulse, the Sami one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the setting. The black grease monkey is marvellous and very powerful, wearing some loose jibe jean and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the crime syndicate car and smiles. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the auto-mechanic. The husband opens the hood and try to examine the engine again, but the loom nigrify mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front man of the car.

The mechanic glimpse over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interest, her arms stretched over her foreland, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud grinning, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her intimate cleavage of her ample breasts and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much tegument she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then coup d'oeil over her berm at the mechanic and bites her abject lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bum hem of the blouse up, tying the strawman bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own matte midsection. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the bend of her sloshed small ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the lady friend's tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice down eyes. The he-man makes eye contact lens with the young woman, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the locomotive engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the 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 mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's aid, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of supernumerary revelatory thrusts as he drives it home plate. The female parent gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The go quality on the TV is poor, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The machinist looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his brawny Black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head word, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscularity. Mom's big blue eyes widen. Daughter licks her back talk, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the car-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the twosome of gloves he COULD have used to spread out the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the cover of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The auto-mechanic gas embolism down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black cutis shine in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of column inch, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The shop mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide middle and ecstatic attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The hubby saltation in fright and covers his straits for tribute. As this happens, the camera Angle change to read the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the photographic camera and toward the wife and girl who are standing in the background looking at him. As the machinist violently yanks his belt off, his baggy knickers fall down a few inch, just enough so that any viewer of the euphony video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the automobile mechanic's stopcock. The camera returns to the old camera slant within a secondly, and the mechanic is pulling up his drawers. The husband, still cowering from the belt ammunition's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE tow truck"

The car-mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the role of the music telecasting. The shop mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the home, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the terrace seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her cycle ass a short button up into the rear. next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to pack care of himself. The grease monkey then walks around the nominal head of his hand truck and rise up into the number one wood's bottom, but as his massive black underframe squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to quash an inappropriate berth, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make elbow room for the daughter. The married woman declines the offer, and before the husband can assert, it's too previous. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad knocker mere inch from the mechanic's broad black typeface. The girl turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the automobile mechanic's bare, black trunk. The machinist starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and male parent looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the blackened shop mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the daughter's headland so that he can drive. The daughter continues to twist in the machinist's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her berm from behind and pulls her last, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad pitch-dark shoulder. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird's eye horizon of the teenage girl's rich white segmentation. The machinist seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the motortruck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the hubby. The auto-mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white stripling in his lap and the fairly white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the auto-mechanic slams the brakes. The young woman in his lap clutches the splashboard and the number one wood's arm to go on from slipping off his lap. The shop mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate room in the cab for him to drive safely. The married man hesitates for a present moment, looking at his girl, trying to compose herself as she sits in the Negroid stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might befall if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black unknown. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The hubby furrows his brow in vexation, and the wife smiles at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything indecorous happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated hint and opens the motortruck doorway, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the threshold behind him, the hubby pats his topographic point on the truck's bench hind end, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the hubby gets into the family car's number one wood's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to impress to the middle of the bench buttocks. The mechanic Begin to aim away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the enceinte tail end window of the hand truck cab. A worried facial expression creeps across the husband's face as he sees that in bitchiness of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the hubby a very rough ride in the towed crime syndicate car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is cognizant of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's work bench seat is saying something to the auto-mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the car-mechanic and her girl. The husband can see that his wife's face shows suffering and fear ! He begins hitting his car's trump, trying to get the hand truck driver's aid. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the sum of the judiciary and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the device driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glass falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the befuddled spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his brass. When the husband 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 auto-mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At maiden, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his married woman looking at him from the truck's rear windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter seize her hands and forces them down, under the truck's derriere window, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a foreign wicked smile is on her fount. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the shop mechanic. The hubby watches, confused as his married woman shakes her read/write head and their daughter continues pushing her finisher to the mechanic and holder her manus down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their girl is saying something to her ... his married woman is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm good-for-naught"just before their daughter pushes her promontory down, below the buns window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to slew violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's buns window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and wave at her forefather. She then defy her hands up, palms facing one another, about a invertebrate 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 sassing, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite translate and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's mind pop up from below the rear window of the motortruck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black-market automobile mechanic. As the daughter does this, her founder briefly glimpses her unembellished bloodless ass and realizes that she has shed her drawers and panties ! The father watch, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this metre, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the French horn again. Then he sees his girl's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's windowpane then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car French horn yet again, trying to protest what he is lost to break off. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the bum window of the motortruck. He shakes his head teacher at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes broad of ruth ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the brilliant desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her hubby, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding ring from her white hand, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car motor horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one final sentence, blowing him a buss with one paw and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the motortruck cab and hitting a electrical switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook shot releases the kinfolk car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The married man frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker thrust off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower turning point of the projection screen :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black penis / recording label : E & I phonograph recording ”.

Two eminent school seniors turned away from the projection screen after watching it with such tightlipped attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring round-eyed at the figurer screen. She was the more innocent of the two lady friend. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was magniloquent, slender, with long red hair, alluring green oculus, and a loose scattering of freckles across the bridgework of her nozzle."I'd know you said the television would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

"Explicit ?"Lauren chided."You barely saw that young woman's buns in one quick dead reckoning, I'd hardly call it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some spiritual prude with spiritual prude parents !"

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

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

Becky davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's don was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian note value. They were not to clip provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate amusement'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these regulation with no problem. Becky however, was a bit disaffected and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff stripping top to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other pinnacle worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three multiplication 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 issue of son who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtuousness was no trivial effort for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbolic representation of her promise to her family that she would persist a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as dotty as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her gustatory modality in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"Black Phallus ”. The Sung dynasty were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for More of the songs on the net, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn internet site for some reasonableness. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those positioning. pitch blackness Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in local euphony computer memory, so Becky had to wee-wee do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the female child at school were surprised that button-down Becky davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the language were shocking at kickoff, she found them amusing ... and the strong regular recurrence and beats made her want to trip the light fantastic toe. What she didn't mention to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring strong urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black member birdsong to achieve the practiced climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to chaffer, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their call mashed up with magazine from a porn motion picture ?"

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

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

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

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

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. face, it's a legalize video, I got it from their 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 unhurt running play off with a man's wife and daughter ..."

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

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

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

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

"Yeah, she's her personal help ... so ?"Becky said, her heart widening, not fully believing what her ally was saying.

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

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

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

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

"Well…"Becky bit her depleted lip."She doesn't really be intimate I listen to that type of music. I doubt she'd approve. 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 meet them ! You have to tell her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio apartment and meet them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper."That would be amazing ! Do you intend 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 Joseph Black Phallus."Still, Becky's mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought process of possibly meeting Black genus Phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that appearance ! It's supposed to be like a severe news program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Sojourner Truth'and lecture about their music being so popular in the social club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racialism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ unrecorded no-holds barred, exclusive consultation and display America and the sleep of the public what inkiness 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 consultation will be live and uncensored, and there's some sort of peculiar on-demand pay-per-view kind of mess. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming TV thing on their internet site, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a quotation circuit board, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to admittance a television audience with a rap radical that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black Phallus is planning to evince some of their other music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"saboteur"picture was expressed, just reckon what the uncensored ace will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was hard for her shelter mind to imagine how much blue the blackness phallus medicine videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to swan, thinking about a just how sexually expressed blackamoor penis might progress to their music videos. The thinking of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another social occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex company that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their medicine telecasting, or onstage at concerts in movement of push club. They were just zany stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her view were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her savvy friend."I ... I think I should foretell my sis !"

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

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In the two long time since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of nearly recognized and respected Thomas Young women in American tv set journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the high-pitched scores of anybody in the mass communications field of force, and immediately found employment with a cablegram tidings mesh. It was a commodity job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In Truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executive had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a Orcinus orca soma, flawless tweed skin color, dazzling smiling, and big aristocratic eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a midst mass of wavy, silky, light-haired hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her representative was slightly high-pitched, but at the like time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'phonation, 36c/d-28-36 shape, and her sexy rig, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news show news report. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her number 1 coming into court on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before hanker, her picture graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offer for modelling and advertizement workplace. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so a great deal on her show. Money and exposure were cocksure, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a diary keeper. She started to try and act as down her youthful image, and began to apparel a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing room decorator suits in dark vividness. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the media, including her own net, seemed only to see a somewhat typeface who reported on lighter, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could necessitate the various modeling and advertising 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 year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and to a greater extent say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth consultation, with uptight, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true up that she could resign, and seek greener pasture, 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-run storage. With her hubby baton out of work, and the saving being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another twelvemonth, she received a phone telephone call from a challenger electronic network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news meshing. In addition to a goodish new earnings, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a wide-cut stave at her electric pig. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to propose story thought, and to do in-depth interview with controversial amusement human body. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that case because the whole mesh was dedicated to covering the amusement industry. There was piddling risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the mesh 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 take her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this meshwork, unlike her stream employer, would afford her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the electronic network that made her famous, and took the whirl from KNEN, Billie Jean King Network amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the sensitive scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and early days grocery store. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current social function reporting with an overstrung young effigy, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to endorse that range. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black Male seemed to comprise the majority of the headman executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive net. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen mole rat. She always had novel fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The lonesome thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the yr they'd been working at KNEN, truncheon seemed less and less interested in making dearest to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a good for you provision of bottled urine in his business office, but unlike his wife, he-goat was not happy at KNEN. first base 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 body of work would be ‘ prosperous'since his employment was basically a bakshish to his wife. Then there were his fellow worker. nightstick hadn't realized that he'd have to mould with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of Shirley Temple Black as lazy, and his employees were no elision. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to designate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working recent night, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his executive program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to recount Jessica. billystick felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters regretful, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to need sex almost every night, and billy club's enervation and tension kept him from keeping up with her demand. He hadn't been capable to make erotic love to his young, sexy wife Thomas More than twice since the motion to KNEN six months ago. billy knew that he was the only thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every nighttime confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and restless. She could separate there was something wrong, but as often as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex aliveness to come back to normal, she didn't have time to find out what the trouble was. There were other subject on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black member ”.

"Black genus Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club lap and among teenager and college scholar, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on tv set because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly strange for some gangsta rap artists whose words created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Joseph Black Phallus's lyric poem weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few euphony videos the chemical group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their TV had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable length music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to allow any channel to air their video recording unless they were uncensored. The medicine television channels refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Black genus Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their video available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the picture that had aired ( in censored frame ) on television.

In cattiness of all the disputation and inaccessibility of their medicine, the grouping had managed to become very pop in underground circles, and beginning to have an encroachment on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television receiver program, and news electronic network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an audience, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the out of the question. Black Phallus agreed to an single interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the correspondence with the group had been reached after calendar week of broad, secret dialogue with KNEN executive director. The negotiations were so hidden that even after workweek of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an single interview. She was even more storm to happen upon that she would be the one expected to deal the interview, and that she had only three days to educate ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative diary keeper, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As rouse as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly spooky about the interview. Aside from this being her maiden John Major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very piffling clip to do any research on the radical. information was limited, since no interview had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Black member's record recording label, constituent X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the grant and agreement that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would consort to be interviewed. The net wanted an single, no holds barred consultation with the rap radical, a live studio performance, and the right field to show any or all of the never-before-seen euphony video recording that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN devote a completely ‘ prime sentence'eventide to"inkiness member ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the audience. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any kind on the interview, nor on the euphony telecasting. Further, the chemical group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that much of the convention KNEN studio crew would not be submit. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security measures measures, including security measures control of the studio apartment for members of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sealed date, due to their tight docket. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to set for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented line news network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the group's demands. The Major sticking breaker point the web had supposedly had was the security review issue. To stave off any possible FCC vulgarism rape and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the subject matter may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen class of age, and some other watcher ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and Negro Phallus's website, with the Same dirty word monition. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap chemical group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked one thousand thousand of dollars worth of lawsuits and sponsor expiration. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risk of infection involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the consultation was set up.

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

The truth was that both Black phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organisation, Solomon king's Ebony & Ivory enterprisingness, Inc. To help obscure this connector from the journalistic prowess of certain newsperson, the only interview that Black phallus would be capable to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major agenda, the intimate ascendence of opprobrious men over white charwoman. For the most function, E & I controlled businesses were very insidious in their advancement of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to enhance disastrous men's chassis and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual stimulation in fair sex, and have impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the yr E & I had used these chemical to quietly inhibit individual fair sex and even totally businesses, and then use them to produce interracial porn or former fabric to advance E & I's agenda. For surety function, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'job that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a outcome, E & I businesses operated with thousand of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's order of business. The only connecter between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executive director were all X-serum-enhanced inglorious men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the stage business could be directed for E & I's collective welfare.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's schedule by releasing sexually expressed rap music, with interracial base. The plan was that the angry young mordant males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would get wind this message over and over through the medicine, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every parole of it. Black males would become more sexually strong-growing, and be encouraged quest after intimate skirmish with clean women. White Male would lead off to see black males as sexual superscript, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and pocket-sized penises. tweed girls who heard the music would get down to see White person males as worthless and black males as the most worthy intimate specimens.

Black Phallus was the lynchpin of the Ingredient X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced Shirley Temple men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every strain on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of black men, and subverting white male sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha male of the human race. As such, fatal males had the right hand to fuck and cover any cleaning woman, every woman, they wanted… even married woman, and especially white womanhood. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American ikon on television ? So it was that Black phallus's first single consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subordinate, KNEN, and its hotshot newsman, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head word around her boss 's opened power door ; `` I have those unedited written matter of the"total darkness Phallus"CD and music video recording 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 pile of written document on the left field of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document raft. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal supporter. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glimpse, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenty dollar bill, with recollective dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or medallion. She dressed conservatively, wearing darkness colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and image were very obtrusive to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a secondment sentiment though, as she was very cautious and engaged to be married. She was kind of an inexperienced person, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few calendar month they'd worked together. They were on first name terminus, though Sarah thought it important to look up to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's sureness, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make for certain she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her supporter moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girlfriend and never swore. She never used the Creator's name in vain either. She didn't even say"tinker's dam"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, moan, and grunts of foiling.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an supporter for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their help 's trouble."I 'm sure I can resolve it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guy messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll sustain clock time to form it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

Jessica saw the strained formula on Sarah's brass. `` I think it's just a span of their producers. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very significant coup for our network. I need you to back up me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these group are, it's probably all just a crew of shock value hype and ikon anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to acquire copies until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an consultation is as big tidings as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the number 1 offer at the fib. The group had only had a brace of eve absolve to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. !"

The taradiddle about blackamoor Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The existent reason that Jessica was being limited to two sidereal day of enquiry meter was a security precaution. Jessica was a trade good journalist, and Solomon Billie Jean King wanted to attain sure there was minuscule or no probability for her to feel 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 euphony yet ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate dialogue around this interview, I doubt we can give a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be additional tight when these guys are here, and the chemical group will feature 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 video during the show and those thing are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my Sister seeing that filth, or meeting those creeps. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped expose her to any More of that vulgarism !"

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black person Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the unscathed broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand replete of commercial, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the programme's cognitive content. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

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

Like the reports about Black Phallus's bound availability, the report about their demand for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon Rex was the one who wanted the uncensored programme. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television receiver format and the web simulcast. Such program, with stiff disclaimers, would allow them to propagate sexually explicit euphony videos, free of FCC treatment. Of path, it would allow for them to broadcast any sexually expressed depicted object ... not just from the medicine videos, but also anything that might transpirate in the news program studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a cryptical breath. The truth was, she was a minuscule worried, but was forcing herself to persist still."But I'm a professional person journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first-class honours degree IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't occupy, I'm KNEN's sensation reporter, the net is not about to let me get along to any impairment ! ``

'' 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 favourable that you're so good at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's finger. `` Oh ! I is that your interlocking ring ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to alter the theme from those amazing black rapper to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the gang to my fingerbreadth !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement stria. It was a arresting fellowship heirloom in Au, platinum, and baseball diamond. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This delicate pattern had been the campaign of the closed chain 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's mob ?"

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

'' He must love you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so nice to see a sweet girl so in lovemaking with a decent man."I'm sure you'll be very well-chosen 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 belief. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and entirely metre that Sarah had ever considered rental Brad take her virginity was the night he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to finalise for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few more hand-jobs since their troth, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual impulse that she'd so easily subdue since her teen years had grown incredibly unassailable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only ideate that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to pass on herself to him. Sarah counted herself favourable that he'd had to go on a business enterprise misstep to European Union for a few calendar month. She would have hated to generate in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten unfit since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her creative thinker 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 body is a temple, and that my virginity is a endowment to precious to be given away before marriage ceremony. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The lone ground Brad's not having sex before matrimony 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 throb that we waited !"

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

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her forehead in 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 ‘ job ’. No matter how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Danton True Young secretary !

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a niggling farsighted. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. baton's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the underground pillow slip. She wasn't about to take that risk of exposure again.

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

Jessica approached the room access, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're touch about those bozo from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just conduct professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! solution any query they have, help them out anyway you can, and interlock up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite shut down, working together in their few months and long hr at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news programme, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a dandy career, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small-scale function, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic plan on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to determine two very large, very muscular, very black gentlemen towering in figurehead of her. One wore a black suit of clothes, the other was wearing a silklike ignominious shirt and sloppy trouser outfit, almost like jammies. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but retrieve both of the men very handsome. In summation to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate brownness. Their eau de cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green oculus darting from one night face to the other. The early man stood, silent and expressionless, his center hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward quiet until the man in the courtship finally spoke.

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

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

"Nice ring."The at one time silent titan finally spoke ! He kept his vox low, quiet, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.

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

Silently, the elephantine slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's midget white mitt in his giant mordant palm. Firmly, he held her mitt while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ringing. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens methamphetamine hydrochloride. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The behemoth didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to keep it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her involvement tintinnabulation ... Sarah was hesitant to rive her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the behemoth man holding her handwriting. She just looked at him ... looking at her annulus ... The three were silent for several s 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 mitt.

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

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

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

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make certainly 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 felicitous to try and satisfy any requests you might have."

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her blue lip gently ... Her center were glued to the clean black lenses on the vacuous black grimace of the second man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the endorse man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her function,"I have a large while of gear that I need you to help me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your make out co-operation."

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

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his with child blackness hands on either side of Sarah's piano whiteness side. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to go backwards into her part. Tom followed the two of them inside, the threshold closed behind them.

That room access was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the authority that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black member"picture behind. She picked up the box with the TV and was walking past Sarah's office door, and heard the evident phone of her offspring assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her header and smiled at her helper's refractory bar. No uncertainty, Sarah was still having trouble with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on baton's recent insufficiency again, but she couldn't aid it. It had been month since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black Phallus's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's intimate tension. Even talking about sex in vague term seemed to take her retentive for a fucking that she hadn't been capable to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy emphasis, but he wouldn't distinguish her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't carnival. billy goat was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put persuasion of her married couple out of her head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the lift. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doorway close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another sidesplitter of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's doorway, she would suffer been shocked by the ken. The office was a mickle. report had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in property of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked great deal of black-market and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Saviour FUCKING Saviour ... YES ! ! fuck YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive blacken cock pushing mysterious and deeper into her recently virginal white pussy. She would hold been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Brigham Young, virtuous bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hairsbreadth and a duet of fogged-up glasses on her pretty whiten face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her bourgeois clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her liquid Caucasian skin to smoothen like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked Caucasian consistency was stoop over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black hammer between Sarah's full, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick inkiness shaft, using her soft blanched soma to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her bosom. Behind Sarah, the big shameful in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her bantam snowy waste, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after inch of his massive black dick into the passably white assistant.

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

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH afters JESUS ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual daughter had learned to appreciate in the last few hours ...

"SHIT THIS cunt IS fuck TIGHT ! !"The nameless big mordant in the shades said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The blackness laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your groom-to-be ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dim whiteboy been waiting to hump THIS kitty-cat that I'm nooky RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG jigaboo COCK ?

"quaternity ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating gabardine slut.

"Four years WHAT ?"the sinister demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the shades increased the yard of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... old age !"she gasped.

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

As the total darkness laughed at their own jest interrogative sentence, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of coming. She had waited twenty-four years to give way herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four old age to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the dim roll in the hay her pussycat ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... black ... dick !"

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

"OH shag YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexy theme she'd ever heard in her lifetime."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG Negro COCKS ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unnamed black stud fucked her snatch, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and titty. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first base thickset jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered sass when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

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

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

"trade good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some supporter to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet white kitty. You might require to pick this room up a piffling bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black he-man threw some dress on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a bit before she rose on sapless legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photograph of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the flooring. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the Black Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the side by side dark. Then she thought about what would materialise to Becky if she had granted that request, and that sentiment turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to adventure her new ally'programme, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sis 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 receiving system off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the wrinkle was disconnected. She reset the disconnect push, and punched in a phone routine. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to give a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your baby. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a Virgo the Virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours."I met with some congresswoman from that rap chemical group you like. I learned a lot about Black Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too blind drunk for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make trusted you see this interview so I'm going to netmail you my credit batting order numeral so that you can edict it on pay-per-view or spotter online. I'll try and get their John Hancock for you too."

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

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 minute, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on artificial satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp tool. It was rarified that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to deal vantage of the metre alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network TV. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a footling peel flirt for him, slowly taking off her clientele attire and getting down to her bra and step-in. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the boldness and giving his dick a gentle power play. soft and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her defeat."We'll get through this. She threw on a daily shirt and slacks, then left the bedchamber. If she couldn't workplace on her disintegrating sex life and married couple, she could work on her interview interrogative and inquiry. Jessica went to her nursing home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and inquiry that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of arcsecond and tierce lines of questioning. She thought of unlike ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music picture. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the raceway listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and learn their television later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was closing to midnight when Jessica put the transcript of"Only Natural"into reckoner and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take distinction on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit fabric, she'd take some lyric poem from some of the song, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR euphony TV. Every one song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a solicitation of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detailed human activity of sex. More specifically, the vocal were all about mordant men having sex with white women, all kinds of white fair sex ; younger, erstwhile, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The chemical group contended that all of the Song dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly traumatise title, considering the stories told in some of the birdsong, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first song was called"sizing DOES Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your lady know it's straight, SIZE Department of Energy subject !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The Sung underscored the whole philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every lead on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the Song as the protraction of a nonsensical myth.

"Reparations"was about a black history project in a college course of instruction, where white scholar had to become ‘ slave'for black student for two weeks. The ovalbumin female pupil end up becoming sex slaves for dark men, while the White person male students were forced to ascertain. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a smart as a whip political satire about airstream relative and the fear that many ovalbumin have of integrating with the black community of interests. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the extortionate stories the song told, the explicit language slowly started to grow on her. Many of more than the songs seemed to be natural language in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial irony, and that the ‘ on-key story'claims were just constituent of the act, made to get controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm base"told the tale of a White person man who comes home early, only to ascertain his wife in bed with the nigrify neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a comment on the bias fears that white people have of living in the same locality with blacks.

"Higher acquisition"was about an suburban High School that has to set to an inflow of African-American educatee when an inner metropolis shoal closes. The PTA protests that the proportion of scholarly person to instructor will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white school. The Sung dynasty goes on to trace how the mordant male elder seduce all the white-hot girlfriend and the hot Edward Douglas White Jr. teachers. Jessica again saw this Song as an exploitation of racist fright and social remark on Patrick Victor Martindale White flight from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a Andrew D. White man vying for a promotion. He invites his inkiness boss home for home-cooked epicure dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white married woman, he tells the duet that he'll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him be intimate her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The jumbo lightlessness man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the tabular array first. The next calendar week, the gaffer gives the advancement to another Shirley Temple man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue approving action.

"Spirit control stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph debauchery for the Black person basketball game team. There was a ‘ humorous'winding at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the equal schooltime's squad ! Jessica had never liked jockstrap and air-headed cheerleaders in luxuriously school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't supporter but smiling at the melodic theme of the dumb athlete'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric poem to be insightful and amusing, she had to acknowledge that the music itself was quite good. The dense bass voice rhythms were unattackable and coursed through her body, making her want to dance, or at to the lowest degree move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her president and move around the room.

Jessica let the steady, relentless regular recurrence overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long prison term since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little stimulated. The lyrics still played through the euphony, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting level. The lyric poem barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass voice coursing through her consistency. She barely noticed the more lurid timber the Sung began to fill. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the side by side song was featured as one of her music telecasting, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' nigra In The Wood galvanic pile '', the next track, was an even more humorous call than the previous one. Using music samples from the old sappy passion song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the report about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'get-go child. When the baby is born, its grim, and the married man discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an aeroplane trajectory that turned into an mixed orgy.

"Dear King John"was about a whitened female child writing a break-up missive to her high-school sweet substance ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot gabardine mum"was about the troth of a"sweet young white wife"to have a child, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to remove a black lover !

"The Wrecker"is about a syndicate on holiday when their car open frame down. A black tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage daughter, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the tumble-down car.

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racialist White person college girl who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's matter with a black man. The black man moves into the house and has to asseverate his dominance over the girl showing her just why her mother left her begetter for him.

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

The last track was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the medicine so much that she failed to mark that this strain was featured in one of her medicine videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The birdcall underscored the philosophy of black manly sexual high quality and potency, from the Angle of ‘ natural option ’. Black men were the alpha male, and had the ‘ natural'right to breed any woman they wanted. The vocal contended that oceanic abyss down, every cleaning lady knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially White person cleaning lady. Every adult female, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only born ’.

By the end of the last rails, Jessica was sweating, and her full body was tingling. She realized that after workweek of being untouched, the sexually explicit words of"blackness Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hired hand down the forepart of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. truncheon muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back weeping. She needed gratification, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her part, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head 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 music TV on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"white wedding party, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one lead that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake baton, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the telecasting. Within seconds, the heavily pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the covert as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White wedding, Blacked Brides"euphony video seemed to be a series of vignettes about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding Mar, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a distaff chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The scuttle scene showed the rapper standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a striptease club, complete with provocative exotic terpsichorean. The backcloth were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church building windowpane. The social dancer were all young white women, wearing assorted lean turnout evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with full chest and long, sheeny hair. Each girl wore a bridal embryonic membrane of some sort, white high-heels, and some lean white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another lady friend, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and pantie and long, albumen satin baseball glove. A one-third girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and flip-flop panties, with a garter swath and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the perch were painted a fertile, grim burnt sienna Robert Brown and were highly polished. As the young woman danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the chorus ended, the photographic camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big blue eyes 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 build notation about the lyrics. But as the Sung dynasty continued, it became seeming that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyric. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The but lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Shirley Temple Men, And Only Negro Men '' !

The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the Saint Bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding fit. As the music continued, the television camera shot showed that the Bridget was in fact looking over the groom's articulatio humeri, at the intimately man… a handsome, bald, smuggled man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the knocker 's human face. The stud poker runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her play nervously with her bouquet.

The conniption modification to the sunny exterior of the church as the bride and hostler emerge to a shower of rice or bird feed from all many of the wedding party guests. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the AMEX. A bombastic black hand reaches out, and closes the room access. The groom and the marriage guests stand, stunned, on the Christian church footfall, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Brigid. The usual"Just Married"star sign has been replaced with a signaling that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a unaired up of B-Love rapping while riding in the rear. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her human knee, between B-Love 's bare Negro pegleg. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bob up and down in his lap, and blonde braid and obscure bound gently with her movements. Her chief dock are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a vociferous disrespect of the institution and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the face of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the activeness on the screen, and the steady heartbeat of the freshwater bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the effect on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand 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'scope. This time it ended on a finale up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the photographic camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Shirley Temple Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This time, the circumstance is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a dissimilar wedding, with a different groom, and this time the St. Bridget is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the reception pedigree, greeting their invitee. A large opprobrious man comes up to the bride and grinning seductively, taking her bridge player and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad chest. Her eyes widen in seismic disturbance momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The hostler stands, staring, shocked at this conduct. He puts his mitt on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the inglorious man, still kissing the Saint Brigid, grabs the hubby's font and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guest stare in shock, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her sweetness over his broad berm and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the fragrancy and a tone around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her black scantling ! The bouquet falls to the flooring, and the conniption cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Bridget, mouthing the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front man of her quag ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a natural answer, she didn't even note she was doing it.
Jessica 's friction became more frantic as she watched the next vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty white Saint Bridget dancing with her bridegroom. A melanise rivet walks up behind the groom, staring at the somewhat bride lustfully. The studhorse, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at offset, but the bride smiles at the stud poker, and gently pushes the groom away. The grim stud pulls her finis for the terpsichore, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black stud smiling ... There is another cut, this prison term to a broad guessing of the dancing storey, full of professional dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not appear to be anywhere on the terpsichore storey. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way door. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful St. Brigid, pinned against the paries, her Brobdingnagian Edward D. White skirt hitched up around her shank, while the ignominious scantling thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the round of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping prison term with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the wide-cut stroke of passion, so rapturous with the picture that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the TV ! Her face was redden, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble Andrew D. White fingers probed profoundly and deeper into the plica of her pink cunt, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in musical rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to remain undefended and focus on the action mechanism, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the future vignette played ... and the succeeding ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white bride ditches her gabardine groom for some black stud.

We see a whitened St. Bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The hostler lovingly feeds his bride a bite of patty. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the White frosting off her groom's finger's breadth. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the hostler. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the hostler is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the shameful waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception manse and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the twain hungrily. The shot cuts to the St. Bride's expensive white dress lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen level. The tv camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed malignment of white cake frosting. She writhes in XTC as several pair of declamatory black hands smear more cake frosting all over her milky white skin. The television camera circles the table as a enceinte, half-naked black men surround the writhing white Saint Bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked organic structure. The camera stops between the St. Bridget's legs ... but the view of her kitty is blocked by a calamitous man's denuded headway ! She rests her white hand, with its shining hymeneals ring, on the black man's denuded nous !

Another vignette shows a jolly blonde, sitting at the spread table with her groom. The stableboy is talking to his expert man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Saint Bridget on the shoulder and susurration in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her hubby, the bride gets up and follows her Saint Bridget's maid out of the room, down the anteroom, to a dressing elbow room. Opening the room access, she finds 3 black-market men groping her maid-of-honor. The Saint Brigid grinning and twist to the Saint Bridget's maiden 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 spread way. She can see her stableboy at the mesa ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye impinging. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the room access behind her ! The tv camera shows various quick cuts of helping hand ( Negro men's hands and white woman's hands ) ripping the white gown from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The door of her stuffing elbow room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the way, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a minute, smiling at the lovely Elwyn Brooks White girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the salad dressing room. We cut to wedding company in the front of the church, waiting for the Saint Bride so they can get the ceremonial occasion. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's female parent, walkway to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks candid to reveal her beautiful white daughter on her genu ( back to the television camera ) kneel in front of a black man in her wide-cut bridal nightgown ! The mother stares for a instant, before another total darkness man, who was standing behind the threshold grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon cortege. The ostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The stableboy holds up a digit, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to carry a shower first. The bride horned pout, while the bridegroom steps into the lav. Then there is a knock at the room access. It 's one of the hotel employees, a better-looking smuggled man, with a costless bottle of champagne. The bride grin and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the conclude toilet door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the Saint Brigid 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her garb.

The next shot was made from a suspiciously low Angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the stableboy in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the euphony. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the fille 's legs, blocking our scene of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg leap, and the beat of the bass voice. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is au naturel his muscular black trunk shine with perspiration. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in sentence with the music 's cadence. The Brigid's lily Edward White hands run up over his dresser, and around his shoulder and cervix as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

irony can be a nauseate thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted afford, as she shot up from her hot seat, quickly pulling her manus from her step-in ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the darkness hallway, just beyond the spread room access of Jessica's office, his optic glancing from his wife to the screen of her electronic computer, and back again. The formulation on his human face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

'' Honey ... I 'm no-good ... 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 scuttlebutt alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, 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 bring in how snug she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected arriver had prevented that, though. Her cunt still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrassed.

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

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

But that was billy club 's stallion problem. The fatal men at body of work were treating him like jack ... now he found his wife masturbating to the ikon of sinewy sinister men and White River adult female in a music video. It was more than he could tolerate.

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

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

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

'' THAT 'S ENOUGH ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm crazy 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 sentence ! HOW dare YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't have got to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the words left Jessica 's back talk, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's eyes widened with anger ... or revere ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full recognition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her breadbasket. Her last-place comments left her filled with guilt trip. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video recording had ended. She had no idea what the finale tantrum was. She thought about the fact that there were some other medicine videos she wanted to review, but after the combat with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be capable to concentrate on workplace. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her hubby, no dubiousness they'd be up half the night talking. As a lot as she wanted to sieve things out with billy, tomorrow night was the big consultation, and she needed to get some quietus. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen W.C. and a feeding bottle of water system before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her mind down on her pillow and closed her eye, opinion and self-doubt swam through her hackneyed mind. Her matrimony had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been internal with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able-bodied to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't blab out to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her hubby 's job ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal liveliness after the next night 's interview with Shirley Temple Phallus.

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

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The church building was entire of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The St. Bride stood in her dressing way, adjusting her veil in the large standing mirror ...

The calamitous man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was marvellous and muscular ; he placed a large sable mitt on the Bridget 's shoulder.

The hostler stood at the communion table, the medicine stopped.

The client'question turned too look on the Saint Brigid 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two heavy black handwriting circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white stays to shreds. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the trading floor ...

The mordant man 's deal swoop over the newly exposed whitened belly of the bride ... and over her full white breasts.

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

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

The bride watches as the black man 's men move over her chest 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 groom turns towards the book binding of the church ... screeching ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's Billy ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her wide Andrew Dickson White chest heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd improve take a cold shower and get to bring and prepare for the even 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made surely to crank the dusty water system up high. For some rationality her skin felt like it was on fervidness. It wasn't pain in the ass, it was an sinful predisposition, one that could only be attributed to a heightened country of sexual tensity. This was the same intimate tension that had been building up through hebdomad and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the same stress that had led her to masturbate the previous eventide, while watching Black Phallus's explicit TV. It was the Same sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and chip in her that awful incubus. How could she fuck off while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on truncheon ? And why did that dreaming make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilty conscience was in wax geartrain. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with truncheon for months, but her own terrible Logos kept coming back to haunt her. How could she feature said those unspeakable things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more confident she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her flaw. He must have felt neglected by her late career nidus, or maybe threatened by her Holocene epoch success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the frigid water cascaded over her perfect White consistency, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got nursing home, Jessica would open baton a overnice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and unwind, and then she 'd initiate lovemaking. To earn sure it would n't conk out, she 'd set about off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her back talk to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and baton got home, she could shed her clothing right in nominal head of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales agreement at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a rival garter belt, and a yoke of blackened thigh-high hose down stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The smutty lacing and satin complimented her average skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her material body. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful circle blanched ass exposed with the thong back. The supporter complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high pitch blackness hose gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a dame. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eventide's interview and then to dinner at a gracious restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm no-account honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a frail handwriting on her hubby 's articulatio humeri, `` I never should have said those awful things ! ''

billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him live on night, but she always had such a scented voice. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm sad too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to front his wife in the heart, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrongly matter to say. Her guilt over the previous night took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this duty assignment had taken so lots of her attention lately, but then for him to trance her masturbating to one of their video ... And what a video ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them restrain her, but she thought she had better warn billy club.

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

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

'' I do n't opine it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory quality, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this interview, they 're cook for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

'' Maybe I should be there, '' Billy croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, `` you know ... for lesson bread and butter. ``

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the horrendous things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to sacrifice her his love and musical accompaniment.

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

'' perfect ? '' Billy 's oddment was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

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

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her manufacturer and went over the program for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a footling background information on the radical, and introduce each of the medicine video before conducting the interview with Shirley Temple Black Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the mess with truncheon the late eventide she hadn't been able to watch all the videos. Seeing the videos before the audience would give her the chance to ready more questions. The entirely very job Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a shining grinning and a coffee, weewee, or succus. This was not the fount today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like about of the crew, Sarah was usually spooky on broadcast sidereal day, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her word with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ promotional material stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra anxious about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Lapp clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor people girl not slept ? When they had a few transactions, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her Lester Willis Young protagonist and assistant.

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

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an supercilium,"I mean you were belated getting in this morning, and you seem a little cark today. Are you trusted you're okey ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a roughly Nox last Night. Up kind of late… you know…"

"Before a studio apartment seance day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew better than that. Everybody had to control at one hundred ten percentage on broadcast days.

"wellspring, I was helping blackness phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy most of the night ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting things fix !"

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how a great deal Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure new supporter would suffer been capable to look past the surface of the lyric. When Sarah had first learned that inkiness genus Phallus would be featured on the syllabus, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any regard for that form of group made Jessica more than a minuscule peculiar."How ? I mean ..."

"wellspring,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would call for a long clock time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in gain up, then they're going to ask to set up the ignitor, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those ignitor are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the grooming room and pierce a freshly water feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as lots as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The Truth would have to waitress until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's technologist busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting preference had been programmed in the old evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to trump luminosity Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain feature article. As she sat under the changing studio light, Jessica couldn't help but palpate like the spark were red-hot than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heating, but tonight the lights'passion seemed especially life-threatening. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after feeding bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the body of water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any thought that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical substance that provoked acute sexual arousal in women, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her help's unknown behavior,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the floor handler ? 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 member, you know, one of the condition they had about doing you…your show ... the show, was that they wanted the studio environment to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water supply bottle."I can understand lighting and speech sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those lightlessness member hombre seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water storey in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that finish night. They like to take finish control condition of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her cervix. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing time as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heating plant. How much farsighted ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our watcher are going to mind a shining face !"Jessica shot her assistant a puzzled look. 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 prediction on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the stress in the studio's atmosphere got higher and high. Jessica found herself getting very skittish, more so than convention for one of her audience. For one affair, he-goat still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't reckon where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security system might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's anxious vim and numberless bottleful of water supply resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her breaking hour before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even unattackable than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on be television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap mathematical group in the country… maybe even the reality ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial chemical group like black phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience segment to stage some sort of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the unanimous faculty of"The whole truth"news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the composition daughter spilled a feeding bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere hour to air prison term !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walkway by just as Calluna vulgaris was opening the make-up bottle. funny remark, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set film director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sports coat for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her calamitous top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly unenviable since the disgraceful sports coat that Jessica had worn that evening was a conclude cap with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's aphrodisiacal black"Hidden wardrobe"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the feeling she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a snappy event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Army of the Righteous hustle people, we've got 3 min to air !"A vocalism buzzed over the intercommunication system, from the sound booth.

The wardrobe female child immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up fille finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some access base of operations across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a news bulletin, the brand up girl and closet daughter were gone.

"One minute hoi polloi !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the pile of her new crownwork ! The jacket was a brilliant royal stag blue angel coloring material, with a disgraceful pinch, but no lapels. There was also a Negroid pattern going up the incline, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass design. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's dresser. The interior designer cap would cause looked very pro if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the internal percentage of Jessica's milklike ashen boob, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe female child had given her the wrong kind of crown !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could discover !

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

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


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Backstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news political program to begin. The room was luxurious ... with delicate lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked free snack and drink bar, with a icebox. The wall of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One rampart featured a built-in plasma high-definition television monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In cattiness of the opulent surroundings, billystick was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a job, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the construction. But since he didn't normally on Sabbatum, the Saturday afternoon security department crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like chucker-out for some shameful nightclub. In any pillow slip, these hombre insisted on scanning billystick's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the strapping black police officer shrugged, handing nightstick his wit,"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 circuit card through the reader again… looked at his computer CRT screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

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

The second pitch-dark guard stepped in battlefront of billystick, blocking his itinerary. truncheon couldn't help but back away in fear of the behemoth, muscled grim man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ assert nightstick's identity'with the surety office. They didn't bother apologizing. As billy goat pushed past the beefy black safety device, he shouted that that his married woman was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the consequence that billy club expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a nerve ... billystick choked on his furore as the elevator doors closed and the laugh echoed through the anteroom. No affair. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the metre Billy got to the base where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio protection, another pair of sinister bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to reserve him into the studio apartment, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, nightstick was escorted to the green room and told to watch out the program from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the blind and waited for the show to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to view the consultation on video !

Becky had called her baby Sarah a duet of 24-hour interval earlier, hoping to get a VIP strait to inspect the studio that night and actually adjoin the grouping. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not conquer to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be creditworthy for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her Sister would not relent. Becky's protagonist Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the audience on Laura's computer with some of their ally, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a Quaker's house on a shoal Nox ! Lauren promised to DVR the audience for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her prison cell headphone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit wag numeral so that Becky could guild the audience on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be domicile that night so she had the whole theatre ... and the big TV in the living elbow room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her founding father, was at his mid-week church service merging. Her female parent was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able-bodied to determine the interview with Black genus Phallus, her favorite music mathematical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The youth redheader's minor white paw were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her babe's cite add-in info. Then Becky davenport sat back on the living way couch, all alone in her menage, watching the television intently, as the possible action statute title of"The Whole true statement"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to preface the night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the proctor. The privileged one-half of each of her full, milky white breast were clearly visible. She looked like a pricey call missy, so some kind of porno-film interpretation of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

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

Jessica could barely centralise on the words scrolling up the teleprompter CRT screen. The hotness of the studio lights on her bare chest was a incessant reminder of how a good deal of her segmentation was on display for the camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her weapon in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are storm, given the fact that their medicine was never aired on the radio, or tv set, and banned from some record book stores'shelves ! The cause for this is because some in the government and the culture medium claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual mental object and allegedly nauseous nature. Some music network functionary have gone so far as to judge the videos as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio proctor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her blazon failed to hide out the segmentation that her crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her limb around attempting to rule a more pocket-size pose, everything she did seemed to usher off her segmentation even more. Jessica's optic darted between the prompter and the admonisher as she continued trying to find a more master position and scan the teleprompter at the Saame time.

"Shirley Temple Black Phallus claims that the use of such uttermost content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular thought and societal values. In short, they make the antique claim of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial textile is artistically justified freedom of grammatical construction. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and picture play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The grouping claims that they are dupe of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a terror to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their part silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what black phallus wants them to sleep with !"

The restiveness in Jessica's part could barely be disguised. In her effort to get over herself in social movement of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to suit rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and black for her consultation. She abandoned her endeavor to find a more coy camera slant and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist formation ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to show you the videos that the music video channels won't. All this, and to a greater extent, after a brief breakout, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a niggling as she read those finally line of descent off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the promotion 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 ! Memories of watching the TV the late night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

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

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break of serve. What the snake pit were they making his Jessica habiliment ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the inferno would she tally to wear such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course of instruction ! This was parting of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to show off her body a niggling on telly ... then after the broadcast she'd habiliment that little rig to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. Billy sat back to ascertain the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

Seeing her supporter, and realizing that the faulting afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can't continue a course of study looking like this !"Jessica spread her blazon and showed the ridiculous measure of beautiful gabardine cleavage that her cap exposed.

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her white lacy bra was even more seeable than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the female child so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have clip to question for very long, because the theater director's voice boomed over the studio intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's power train of thought.

"... BACK IN quintet, quaternary, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, vile. These are the give-and-take that music picture meshing executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air euphony videos created by the medicine group"black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video recording can not air on regularly broadcast television. The determination has resulted in preventing all of those music video recording from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to centre on the teleprompter and ignore the icon of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to radiate with sudor. This was not unnoticed by the dark male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole truth, are able-bodied to exhibit these TV, in their integrality. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered violative. After these picture are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive audience with the artist responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual philosophy about club, finish, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous blackamoor rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an audience wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the Lapplander men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit language about albumen women. What ugly comments might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The low music video that"The Whole Truth"will indicate you tonight concerns Joseph Black genus Phallus's views on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black member claims that this expressed textile is vitally necessary to underscore the breaker point that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music picture, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally yearn pause at this head, her head wandering to the range of a function she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betray look on her married man's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents blackness Phallus's"Andrew Dickson White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these significative and denotative words on air !

"White wedding party, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to observe a master demeanour, but couldn't aid but tingle as the call's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The picture feed cut to the hatchway of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The utmost clip she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to hap here ... she couldn't allow people to cogitate that Black penis's medicine picture turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that several duet of oculus in the studio apartment were glued to the proctor sieve as the telecasting played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottleful, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to feel something to deflect her from the TV playing on admonisher all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and stage lights are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young woman's breasts and kneading them roughly through the satiny cloth of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom powerful pectus, and under his cap."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a mitt down to Tom's mole, rubbing the enormous rock hard bulge in his trousers.

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

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the sinister man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the button of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her wide-cut, steadfastly breast, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft white tegument was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many ignominious mouths.

Tom reached a large pitch blackness helping hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm boob, and strong nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, typeface to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly perfume ... a smell laced with the EI enhanced X Serum endocrine !

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

Sarah immediately worked her agile White finger's breadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his atrocious 12 in black hammer. Taking it quickly in both her flyspeck white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating chocolate-brown heart, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'nightstick thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus TV."I can't believe they would put this drivel on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will give for these ... degenerates ?"This is demented ! Who would bask this dogshit ?"

But baton knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the same video he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to conceive of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch this garbage !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiac E. B. White St. Brigid and Shirley Temple Black he-man in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black penis"TV were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this picture didn't stopover there ... this TV showed new white brides ditching their stableman on their wedding party day and giving themselves to black men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should regain the construct disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the telecasting that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Brigham Young redhead dropped a paw to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fit out tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her mat Caucasian tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to think how the next picture could be worse ... Billy was even more than trouble oneself by the fact that that the ‘ artist'creditworthy for this grime would be sitting in from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a topic of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the next two videos they were going to show ... video recording that she hadn't yet seen."Every bit as controversial"the teleprompter said ... that had her worried. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the get-go one had done ? She was also worried about the audience ... could she rest professional ?

Jessica's gear of view was rudely interrupted by her make-up female child's smiling cheek and busy hands."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the reminder ... she looked a little shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the lady friend to apply some touch-up, to cut down the radiancy. The girl spritzed Jessica's typeface with pee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the flabby comfort to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the activity ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that tinker's damn crown ! She could here the silence masculine articulation of the stagehands and camera operator. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty Brigham Young make-up missy"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the Whitney Young make-up lady friend,"Was that really necessity ?"

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

"Just differentiate Sarah to speed with that jacket 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 witness her."the physical composition miss responded, rushing off set as the director's part boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN FIVE, four-spot, ternion, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial grounds of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the subject of the succeeding"Black Phallus"television. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's programme. spectator discernment is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents black Phallus's video,"nigger in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Black phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that zip about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The need 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 telecasting's message. But no subject how a good deal she may have wanted to try and snub the range flickering across all the monitors in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video recording yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the telecasting's stars and producers in the following part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video recording started. While as oil as the previous television, this birdcall and TV seemed geared towards wit. At to the lowest degree ... at first ...

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The television opens with a fit in a hospital delivery room. We hear the melodic line of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a ovalbumin yuppie married man with a TV camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to throw birthing. In spitefulness 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 hand in one hand, and the tv camera in the other"Here he comes dearest !"

We see from the position of the camera ... the top dog of the bed, where the married man is standing with his wife. We see the wife's disseminate legs spread wide of the mark, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the Doctor leaning down, pulling the babe out ...

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

"nigga IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable voice interrupts just as the Doctor of the Church pulls the infant up into view, revealing a black baby boy !

Your married woman gave nascence to her babe boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His skin 's a little too dark to be considered whitened,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

looking at like you got yourself a
spade IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been less than true
nigra IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


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

There is a panorama of husband leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a sweet, clean-handed, Marcia Brady case. She stands in the room access of their adorable suburban home plate, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"discovery out what Big Brown software program can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the brawny bootleg studs from"Black member ”, walks up to the star sign with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to contract the reception, her robe falls loose slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a vast extrusion growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown center. Before the wife can dissent, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the close up front man door of the house. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, Black person paperboy in his late teenager, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's pavement. He's grinning.

The pellet cold shoulder to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the married man and wife, in an expensive crystal frame. The flesh is shaking ... as is the completely nightstand. Suddenly the wedding exposure falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the base by the bed ... and beautiful plaque bed headboard, banging against a bulwark. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed posts with packing mag tape. There is a brief nigh up of her nerve, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black pitch man, in uniform, shirt rump covering his ass and the married woman's long white ramification wrapped around his shank. The television camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black adolescent peeping, and recording the legal action on his cell telephone set."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The following dig we see is another shot of married man leaving for workplace, with the wife standing at the threshold in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the back talk. She stands in the threshold waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leave, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can have it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her gown falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her copious E. B. White segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her gown up. He shakes his head, then flips open his cell phone. Her middle widen as she sees the video recording he's shot of her and the legal transfer man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a nimble cut to the paper boy's sack of newspaper dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his bike laying on the pavement, tires spinning, then a guesswork of the presence door slamming. Cut to the Department of the Interior of the house. The dim stud stand in the entree of the menage, facing the camera. The wife is on her knee joint, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a cock sucking. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newsprint. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the fundament of the shot ending just below her shank, and drops her gown, revealing her nude torso to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all quartet, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper publisher as the black-market teen fucks her ass. Again, the guessing is arranged so that minuscule actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey stand in the threshold in her robe. Hubby leans forward to buss his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her brass instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the private road with a crate of milk nursing bottle. Again, it's one of the colossus mordant rapper from"black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk nursing bottle from the crateful, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiling. The Milk man shoves the married woman into her house. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk feeding bottle dropping to the priming and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Andrew Dickson White milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the plaque headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular fateful chest ... and the beautiful Caucasian wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of television camera shot ..."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see husband pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the front porch. straightaway cut to the interior of the menage's forepart room access, the wife is on the phone. Another immediate cut shows the door being opened to divulge a large, blacken, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"spear carrier LARGE blimp ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the rescue man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her backrest is to the camera, but she is obviously au naturel and had been kneeling in straw man of the pizza pie guy. The pizza guy grinning, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's pass backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the leftfield edge of the lid, and the pizza pie guy's thrusting apparent movement over the top right field corner of the lid.

Poor dense White jerk,
you went to sour,
never should give left her alone !

Once she gets some black shaft,
in that married white cunt,
we 're gon na ready your wife moan !

As the medicine's pace quickens ... we see shot after shot of the white wife letting more and more shameful men into her place to get laid her.

The succeeding shot is of hubby being shoved out the door with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the earphone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipe connection under the can sump. Suddenly water begins to spray from the disentangled connector. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a pitch blackness plumber, then a nimble shot a flooded privy floor. The bathroom is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the rain shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her workforce clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

The adjacent tantrum shows a great, muscular inkiness pocket billiards man, walking up the pavement of the white twosome's habitation, carrying a syndicate skimmer. The front door opens, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the sign of the zodiac, watching her hone white ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding chicken feed threshold in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the pitch-dark kitty man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the Shirley Temple Black consortium man looks around, and the photographic camera guesswork goes wide to render that there is no consortium in the backward M ! The black man raises an eyebrow in discombobulation, before a panoptic grin cattle ranch across his font. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's chain already untied and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her tit. The camera cuts away just as she unties one slope of her Bikini bottoms and they start to fall down down. We see a gibe of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the dry land, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain echo as the scene variety yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system of rules keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I surety Silent alarum ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a prompt edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black security measure military officer walk up to the house and open the room access. They find the wife standing in the front hallway, wearing black leotard, black leather boxing glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised flavour and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The inkiness security department officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all acquit'code into the protection keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the theatre, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the surety officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling black musculus, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in figurehead of the guard duty. The refrain echo and the scene variety again.

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

Now it's too belatedly
WE don't hesitate
To plant a very well smutty baby !

A landscape gardening truck pulls up outside the house. Two large, powerful black gardener get out of the truck and walk up to the front doorway. The wife answers the doorway in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a workplace order, with the password"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the business firm, allowing the men to enter. The very side by side shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding ceremony photo is gone now, but there is an alarum clock and a recently used noblewoman's fry and can of shaving cream. The television camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before second pair of black custody pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her short black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular fateful orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's face, making him terminate the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the Shirley Temple hospital attendant ... He smiles at her and leads her into the closest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving au revoir to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

hubby is left standing in the heart of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black babe. A middling blond nursemaid in a aphrodisiacal white uniform approaches them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in shape just two 24-hour interval after giving parturition ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital gown open in the spine and the calamitous orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The suck looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her heading. She walks through the doorway, shedding her harbour's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's foreplay was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her action mechanism. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"television repeatedly cheating on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's bridge player found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house Theodore Harold White tit. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and sinew that was exposed on silver screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their consistency ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful impulse, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the son at school. Of course of study, none of the boy in Becky's schooling looked like the massive studs in these TV. Becky wondered how hanker her button-down time value would hold out around men like these. Would she feed herself over as easily as the adulterous Loretta Young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the former hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her puss through her panties.

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

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After the"coon In The Woodpile"video ended, the crew in the studio could barely arrest their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial time out.

Jessica was shy what to relieve oneself of the picture. She found the video sad and noisome ... yet funny at the like meter ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of easygoing feeling of a pulverization puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

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

"fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket and put it in my dressing way. I'm changing on the adjacent intermission ! I can't do a serious news audience with my titty half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the late eve ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio lights ... these erotic videos she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rapper ! God, she'd forgotten that the knocker would see her eubstance like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some form of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running jape about the airline industriousness. But Black Phallus has their own return on the old banality of a couple sneaking off for a tryst in a strangle airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint auditory sensation of manful laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre championship, and the medicine picture began.

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The picture opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its fanny we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a stylise image of an raise black cock.
Cut to the Department of the Interior of the planing machine's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde archetype flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A declamatory black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the accompaniment says in a abstruse booming voice. It's Big mike from Black Phallus.

The sexy pilot turns and finds herself eye-level with an is an tremendous bulge running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her optic widen ... she licks her sass hungrily."well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight of stairs !"

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

The sexy White River pilot grinning."I take it Joseph Black !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white hand picking up the radiocommunication microphone."care peeress and gentlemen"speak a twosome of beautiful pink lips into a phallic black mike,"This is your captain oral presentation. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one mitt. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her leash with her unloosen hand. She throws the tie to the flooring and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back advance to depict Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular black trunk.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a pair of time of day, but I do want to warn you that we might be in memory for a rough ride ahead ..."the chieftain comments, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your bum to the reclining location, and I you should enjoy every minute of arc of it ! I KNOW I will ! thank you ..."The captain is at a loss for Son as she sees Big microphone unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her bridge player.

Big Mike takes the microphone from the stunned blond's hand and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a choice in air hose locomotion, but when you choose Shirley Temple member, you NEVER have any rue !"

The screen fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, strong-growing beat. The television now flashes with a series of three surrogate blastoff of the woodworking plane's interior. All of the blastoff are from the same slant, with the Saame camera, but are lit differently, and render different shot within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the aeroplane's interior lit normally, full of passenger on the flight of steps. Another shot shows the three members of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A third gibe depicts the woodworking plane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning jiffy outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glance of raw livid and black limb, writhing in the passenger prat. These three versions of the plane's upcountry shaft flash back and Forth as the music intro looseness.

"We'll convert Sir Thomas More than your air stat mi, kick !"a phonation over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shooting now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the report of an plane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passengers. There are many white women and Shirley Temple men, and a few white men. We see a E. B. White guy sleeping in his place ... The bottom back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the can behind him. The television camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a young white cleaning lady with red hair's-breadth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The language continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your charwoman cry out aloud.
lightlessness engines scream and the white girls pick !"

The television camera settles on a Thomas Young white pair, necking in their seat. We can see that the duet is married since the camera focuses on the married woman's wedding ring. The wife glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her married man, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the forepart of the plane. She looks over her articulatio humeri and trice at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a powerful smuggled man, sitting a few backside forward, has also seen his wife enter the can ! The he-man is B-Love, the knocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The words continue :
"Our big mordant planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those tweed girlfriend'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the married man looking up and down the aisle to make sure as shooting nonentity else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two tone, the White passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an outmoded sky-blue stewardess uniform with a minuscule hat, ascot, and blank mitt. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his seat and points at a base hit signal that has just lit up. It says"turbulency Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess getting even to her posterior at the front man of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the turning point of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating black rider. B-Love makes eye contact with the whiteness husband, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the gangway, towards the bathroom !

hubby's eyes widen in concern. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an estimate. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attending of the stewardess. This produces the craved effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to respond the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and level to the"Sturm und Drang Ahead"preindication. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's centre widen ...

The black snap the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In second, they are at the bath doorway. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white married woman peeks around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a nation of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a musing of her bare Edward D. White back and ass. The wife's oculus widen in panic when sees the thug and the air hostess. The wife starts to shut out the door, but the black macho-man suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the smutty stud poker and the air hostess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of unconnected and touch on expression and whispering exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here escape's gon na alter your lives !
‘ drive once we take the skies we gon na take in your wives !"

Cut to an exterior barb of the plane ... the inning of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the airplane, the frame still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulency ... as are the resident of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flashing cuts ’, a serial of progressive tense gibe that have been intercut with other reform-minded shots ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a indorse of each shot at a time. The shaft are accompanied by the song's chorus. Between each credit line of rap, we here sexy white distaff voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do ca-ca !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white pussy is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Joseph Black aeroplane In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot egg white Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET pitch blackness putz ! FLY ME baby, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each shooting is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the debauched edits, soused framing, and shuddering depiction, we are teased by glimpse of titillating imaging : We see the air hostess's beautiful blue middle slowly closing .... intercut with a the white married woman's mouth, biting her own down lip .... intercut with a close-up of the air hostess's lip moaning ... intercut with the wife's center looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked white back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her total white breasts to swell at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of White wooden leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting ignominious torso ... four white workforce exploring Shirley Temple musculus ... one white handwriting wearing a wedding gang and clutching a brawny black-market articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the privy door latch, and squawk ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing multitude of interracial sex spilling out onto the flooring of the aisle !

No genitals is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her satiny snowy bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long clean legs wrapped around the powerful black-market passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the blank wife's legs, though much of his physical structure is obscured by the wife's pegleg and the stewardess on top of him. The hostess is naked, though her blond hair is still in its severe french-twist and her picayune spicy hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pale Patrick White breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of voiced white physique out from between their body. Her foresightful gabardine legs are bed covering astray, around the black man fucking the egg white wife. The stewardess's beautifully strip white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in cushion at the lurid display. We see several shaft of rider ... white woman, white men, and black men ... watching craning their neck to watch the action. The Elwyn Brooks White men look uncomfortable, and pull at their shoe collar nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The gabardine women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her father and a big Joseph Black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her male parent endeavour to cover her eye ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her early side. He looks at her, and smiling. She smiles back, nervously. Her begetter looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action at law. She slips a tiny tweed hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clitoris of her jean. Just as she's about to slip her hired hand into her white cotton panty, her founding father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hired hand two-dimensional on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then New York minute and lower berth his own tray table.

Another passenger, business concern char sitting between a black man and a White man, is watching in shock absorber. The men are both clearly aroused by the activeness ... and both look at the sexy Stanford White commercial enterprise woman. The Shirley Temple stud takes one of the adult female's script and berth it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a HARD bulge in the Negroid man's lap. She begins to gently contract the bulge as she continues watching the legal action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a enterprisingness for him to do the Lapplander. He takes the fair sex's other hand and places it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the belittled bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big extrusion. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her forefront. She lifts her handwriting off the white guy's genitals and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky digit out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to look on the military action ... and plaza both helping hand in the black guy's lap ... starting to influence at his slide fastener ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the line of work adult female's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a ignominious man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his jolly white girlfriend by the windowpane. The white girlfriend is trying to watch the natural process in the front of the plane, but having voiceless sentence doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to swap seats with him. The swain, glancing at the prominent black man sitting adjacent to him, refuses. The shameful man sitting on the aisle buttocks smile at the pretty white fille, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white daughter climbs over her swain and takes a derriere in the Shirley Temple Black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black rivet. She has noticed a healthy bulge in the Negroid stud's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motion to the window stern, offering his girlfriend the midpoint seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her nous and giggles, choosing to stay Shirley Temple man's lap and leave the seat next to her fellow vacant !

As all the passenger keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ toilet orgy ’. He can take no Sir Thomas More of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his married woman out from under the bootleg. The raw white stewardess angrily yells at the Patrick White passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the clayey rap music ) and again decimal point to the"Remain Seated"sign. The Pres Young wife laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his place, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and sentry anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular dim man, rises from his buttocks and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera angle swing to behind the new black man, framing the defenseless whiten air hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to channelize to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her azure eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knee !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The television camera cuts to a wide jibe from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked snowy torso from head-to-toe, her pure bloodless ass still clearly visible, and the side of meat of her bosom seeable under her limb. She now kneels obediently in front of her new ignominious devotee, her blond head blocking our view of the standing black's pecker. As the standing inglorious passenger pulls the hostess's blond nous to his private parts, In the background knowledge we can see the passengers of the sheet ...

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

We cut to the beautiful whiten teenager sitting between her father and the black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her buns. Her beginner looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to take in below the tray-table. Her blue jean are unfastened, and there thrust into her White person cotton panty is a big black hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the older teen archway her back, cries out loudly, and hammers the tray board with her bantam white fists ! The don sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the disgraceful stud raising his tray mesa, revealing an tremendous bulge in his knickers. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide of the mark shot of the father, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three arse in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The forefather looks on in horror as the black passenger places his great black handwriting on the back of the daughter's pretty blonde headway, and pulls her typeface down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her head disappears from thought ... down behind the seating area. The inkiness looks over and smiles at the begetter. The father is horrified.

Cut to the snowy businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal particular, we can separate from her arm front that she is jacking off the disgraceful stud sitting future to her. The white-hot guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action mechanism ... he lowers his mitt to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's second joint, and starts to agitate her doll up ... She smacks his deal away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"clitoris over her seat. A large, sinewy black male flight attendee comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily level to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The bleak flight of steps attendant grabs the guy by the arrest and throws him out of the seat, into the gangway. The stud poker then takes the Patrick Victor Martindale White man's rear and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the stud to push her skirt up over her passably white ass, and tear away her nylon ! While the bleak passenger continues playing with her tits, the melanise flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black hand between her stage ! The lily-white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't deal rump with his lady friend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the disgraceful rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the presence of the aeroplane, but is now grinding her ass into the pitch-black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to draw her out of the black man's lap. The girl slaps his manus away, never taking her oculus off the natural action in the front of the sheet ... The black rivet smirks at the girl's swain and pushes his big black paw up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud voicelessness something in her ear from tooshie. She smiles and stands for a arcsecond while the rivet shifts in his ass ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and back talk open wide and she throws her head back ... her hold body shakes. The television camera pans down to their legs to discover both have their pants around their ankle ! Her panties slide down her wooden leg !

We see a Edward D. White guy sleeping in his butt ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to complain again. The camera pulls back to unveil that the seat is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiac white redhead leaning over it, learn ear-buds hanging from her ears and a stun look on her grimace. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big Shirley Temple guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the DoI of the cockpit. We see the manlike co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straightaway ahead, trying very hard not to appear at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to let out the albumen pilot program lying on her back, on the sheet's control console table ... Patrick White legs spread-eagle with a nude brawny black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the back of the planing machine, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's home lighting are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial bacchanal has broken out on the altogether plane ! The camera finally reaches the first course subdivision and layover ... just as the atomic number 8 masks suddenly drop as the rap strain ends.

Cut to the end of the TV. There is no medicine ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd noise. We see passenger disembarking from the plane. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her ramification. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each brawny black passenger disembarking with a female T. H. White passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, white female pilot light and her bootleg stud disembark. The original white wife, married man, and the pitch blackness rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly mordant airway custodian table the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the melodic line from the rap Song dynasty. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex muckle everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the lily-white husband from the first of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

The bloodless guy nods toward the bathroom door."I'm ... I'm waiting for my married woman ... she's ... in the bathroom."

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

The T. H. White guy sighs, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a glistering white banner paster on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The freeze off groom paseo to the lavatory door and British pound sterling on it angrily."dearest, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my inexpensive airway tickets."the rejected groom mutter under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two security precaution table the planing machine. They are both burly black men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guards knocks on the bathroom door.

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

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

The arcsecond safety device peep in the bath door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the hostler, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling T. H. White man's neck with one bridge player, the guard pops the threshold open up with his early bridge player and blows out the inflatable pinch sloping trough."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the doorway."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the the pits are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na fuck you a livid girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other safeguard out the door and down the glide, then joins the number 1 guard and white married woman in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"toughie as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! Sir Thomas More BLACK COCK ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The telecasting was outrageous, and horribly depersonalise women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The peck of all those hefty mordant men ... the curvy Whitney Moore Young Jr. white woman ... something about the demarcation of their skin as the grope each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the flock of the helpless tweed Male passengers having to take in it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called Scots 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 camera suddenly, startled that she'd let her imagination wander so much while she was on air."We'll be right back after this sponsor announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclaiming was in chemical reaction to the issue she'd watched in the video ... but to a greater extent so because of the intense touch she was getting from the helping hand thrust down the front of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hired hand under the waistband of her white cotton plant step-in when she'd witnessed one of the women in the television ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saame affair. And that girl was sitting following to her father on the airplane ! shameful ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the pot of the beautiful buxom blonde hostess's naked trunk as she kneeled before a muscular opprobrious passenger. And the good deal of the same stewardess falling out of the bath with the blank wife and the black studhorse passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudeness was visible ... you could see so much !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the snowy female rider when she rejected a white Male rider's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that ashen men were smaller than bleak men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More videos ... more total darkness men ... more than OF the melanise men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow up her succour on her pussy ... waiting for the next video recording to jump. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to equal herself without looking at one of the fateful studs in the television ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her blackamoor Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the constitution female child.

Jessica looked up to see the Thomas Young brunette makeup girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark designer business sector jackets.

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

"Not much ! The cobbler's last video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make water certainly that the we hit the succeeding break on time, and have enough time to get the grouping out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cinematographer nearby, all magnanimous, muscular black men setting up the audience set, looked up from their work when they heard the din.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the ground for the jacket change in the first place ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing cap while trying to conduct an audience with three over-sexed black rappers. She didn't have time to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not variety in movement of the leering cameramen again. Soon the conclusion was made for her.

It was too belated.

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

"cover IN V, FOUR, tercet, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to draw up herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and poised journalist and television presenter felt like her humans was falling down around her. At plate she was dealing with a life-threatening problem with her marriage and sex lifespan. At work, the network had scored an scoop interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no sentence to enquiry and prepare for the interview. Compounding that exit, the undivided interview had been secured by making respective concessions to the rap radical and their track record label. The audience was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy medicine telecasting.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacing jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional total of her plenteous Elwyn Brooks White segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to carry on the interview, but there never seemed to be enough clip during the commercial breakout. Further, Jessica found herself disappointed and overheated, not only by the bright studio Light Within, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her reasonably make-up little girl Calluna vulgaris was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed human face. As the commercial rupture ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and chill herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself simmer down and collected before she could conduct that evening's consultation. The somewhat white journalist was thankful that there was one more euphony picture to show before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that sentence to roll up her thoughts and develop, psychologically for the interview.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text edition on her teleprompter."It's the substructure of Darwin's Theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one coevals to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all creature look for sealed attractive quality in a mate, including the human being animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Negroid phallus's own interpretation of the theory of natural selection. At this power point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's programme is intended for mature audiences. The textile broadcast on this particular episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discreetness is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the picture's airtime to take a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the other videos, Jessica had not reviewed the telecasting before it played on air that night. She had to be cognisant of the message so that she could ask questions about it during the consultation. She could only trust that there would be time to change the jacket during the future commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the side by side break came on the time of day, and would be recollective than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the consultation, she wasn't entirely sure she had the immersion to push aside it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ black member'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the in conclusion video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her attention to the picture monitor near her desk.

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

"Since the publication of my initial mass of my theory of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly touch with how my theory may be applied to the homo animal. In civilized guild, we concern ourselves with social status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between mob. This can not, however, be said to be a lifelike selection as these regulation are imposed by our mixer gracility. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'family where social condition is lower and therefore less significant, the conception of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is passion, if not a ‘ civilized'rendering of our radix animal desires. The inquiry must be asked, if the effect of beau monde were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own penchant, what ‘ natural selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the assist of my admirer and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his in force wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying kinship group of primitives, who are less acquire and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

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

Charles Robert Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will reply my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the forfeit that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these supposition herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and girl of the other adventurer in our party to aid in the enquiry !"

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

Darwin finishes his journal debut :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the solution of this study. Some will no doubt retrieve it troubling ... yet we must understand the born ordering of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass voice rhythm plays over ma'am Whitely's screams. The medicine is a dumb, seductive cadence. A subtitle reading"present Day"appears on the sieve as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a night club ... an attractive untried woman, white, sits at a bar. The gravid sea bass of the gambling as the outset lyrics of the Sung are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the Caucasian miss, and gives her one.

"Women want the Best
but you're just ‘ the residual'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's selection of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some phylogeny !
It's Only Natural !"

The lady friend smiles faintly and schmoose with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the Patrick White guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulky figure of one of lightlessness Phallus's rappers. The rapper feeler, towering over the T. H. White guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pays. The Stanford White guy angrily taps the Shirley Temple man on the shoulder. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his plaza. Both the doorknocker and the white little girl ignore the whitened guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the initiative few language of the rap.

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


The next verse begins as the scene changes to a suburban street.

"Women want the warm,
They want the longest,
It's a natural excerpt !
So now when she feels the demand
To circularise and engender
She gon na take my Black Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a business firm grammatical construction situation. Some white construction doer on the cap make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This meter, when the blonde trot past the mental synthesis web site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the same rude gesture and cat calls as the white cat in the previous edition of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the bird, the blonde just viewpoint and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty musculus. She looks around the street to make indisputable cypher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to face doorway and knocks. A large lightlessness man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The chorus echoes ...

"Only raw
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your Edward D. White miss with my ejaculate
Only natural
Big Black penis gon na spawn
ONLY natural !"


The next verse begins. This time the setting is a busy city 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 ticket. The guy walks up the meter maidservant, reaching into his knickers. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a crack of some change in the guy's hand ... 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 brain ‘ 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 hefty black stud. The same beat maid is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty dealings officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the Shirley Temple guy's hands holding alteration for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty beat maid ... her mouth drops open, and her big doe eyes peer over her pensive sunglass ... she shakes her foreland and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the adjacent snapshot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both workforce resting on the roof. The photographic camera circles the vehicle until it comes to rest on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, powerful black ass, his peg spread, and his pants around his mortise joint. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in figurehead of him ... her small white hands rap around his muscular Black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her face ! The minor traffic-patrol car tilt violently !

As the next verse begins, the setting changes to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a small steam room. In the steam way there is an attractive whiten couple, apparently in their thirty-something, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and run forward and kiss tenderly. On the Bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of Champagne, and the lock weapon around one another, and drink from the glasses, showing off beautiful atomic number 79 wedding anchor ring. They lean forward and osculate again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the door finale. The camera then pans over to the exercising area, where we see two young, mesomorphic, lily-white muscleman. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit unitard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned tree branch.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a vast, hefty blackness man entering the region. The black bodybuilder is much larger and more muscular than the two albumen muscle-builder are, and he turns the little girl'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their several White guys to go fawn over the black stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiacal young woman under each goliath arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couplet is. The doorway shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white span suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the threshold is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in sexual love with a mulct Lady,
You want a family, want a baby,
So you marry her and make her your married woman"

"But animate being instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her digit
My black putz gon na ruin your aliveness !
It's Only natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the doorway angrily. It opens and the grim he-man leans out, smiling, holding the door wide-cut receptive with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head word with the former. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The somewhat white wife stares angrily at the grinning opprobrious man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his seawall ... suddenly her centre light up and she smiles brightly, biting her low-pitched lip. The dim man takes her by the paw, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her hubby, who is still blinded by the melanise stud's boxershorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the smuggled man ... we glimpse her thoroughgoing denudate ass as the door closes ... over her berm we see the gym-bos making out ...

The threshold slams shut behind them.

The shortstop fall from the hubby's face ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your ashen girl with my come
Only natural
Big Black member gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new scenery, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban nursing home. The car stopover and a fit, attractive, professional span, husband and married woman, get out of the car and walk to the front door.

The scene alteration to the interior of the home, and the door opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her clean young man. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the lady friend to her room.

Cut back to the drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the distich gets out of the car ... and the breast door opens on the miss and her boyfriend.

This metre the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black member rappers, and the girl is in her bra and step-in ... the blackamoor man is shirtless. Dad gets tempestuous at firstly, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her girl and the fellow and strip show off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's bloomers !

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

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white world gon na rock'n'roll
‘ crusade I'm a-make those gripe CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked spark in her eye, and leans forward over her fellow's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's boxers, the daughter glances over at the pitch-black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's optic ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman function her back talk and rock her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the panorama cold shoulder !

The refrain reverberation ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only instinctive
Fillin'your white girl with my ejaculate
Only instinctive
Big Black penis gon na engender
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the live on vignette begins. This meter we see a basketball Margaret Court ... there is an all white-boy squad, in gentle uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY aphrodisiacal little Edward White cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blue sweaters and tiny blue skirt. Each lady friend's whisker is done with a single ponytail in the backrest, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their ack-ack gun in financial support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant pitch blackness he-man, including the black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of black stud poker easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the White River son run around almost aimlessly. A shaft of the scoreboard shows the grievance 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

We cut to a guessing of the aphrodisiac egg white cheerleaders now ... watching the biz. They've stopped cheering.

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

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

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on cover for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy basso pulse, the echoing speech sound of a gavel hitting a smasher plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a guessing of the gym floor ... then a blue flak drops to the base ( boom )

There is a shot of a amobarbital sodium scrunchy being pulled from a fille's blonde hair, and her long blonde hair being shaken liberal of its ponytail. ( boom )

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

There is a shooting of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their puritanic perspirer exposing their bland snowy bay window ...

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

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

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

There is a barb of a blue sweater hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a snapshot of the scoreboard, the Edward D. White guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a shot of a blue jumper being displume open air ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white-hot guys lose another point, the grudge goes to 13-2.

There is a crack of a sexy ashen leg kicking up in the air, revealing a flyspeck team-red pair of scanty ... with the black men's'squad logo over the genital organ !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The young woman 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 lingerie ... bra, panty, thong, supporter ... They begin to complain and skip over and dance seductively ... in supporting of the ranking black he-man !

Cut to a shot of the girls backside ... unadulterated white tooshie in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the note of girls ... looking through their peg, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the Black person guy rope grin and toss the formal away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each ignominious player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony coat of arms. One musician, blackamoor penis's spark advance vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The miss are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shaft of the scoreboard, the snowy Guy lose another distributor point, the grievance goes to 13-1.

Cut to the storage locker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and underdrawers of the pitch-black players ... tugging at the fabric, revealing the rippling blackness brawniness. Small white men running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One little girl is on her knee joint in front of a calamitous histrion, pulling his shorts down. His dorsum is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in enthrallment ... she grins up at her he-man ... and leans forward ... her facial expression disappearing from view ... a large lightlessness hand reaches down, running finger through her silky red hair.

Team-red drawers, brassiere, and thongs drop to the floor ... We see naked black and Patrick Victor Martindale White flesh in the exhibitor ... white girls kissing the broad shoulders of muscular Negroid players ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each time the chorus repeats, the moan get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked smutty player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the bureau up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader push in movement of him, her back to the camera. Her lissom white arms wrap around his black neck ... The camera scans down over her perfect raw body, as two muscular black subdivision wrapper around her slender white waist ... two prominent black hands slide down the low of her white vertebral column ... over a her perfect Patrick White ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs ranch wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's consistency begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glance of a twain of contraband nut below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

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


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baton McFarland sat in the unripe elbow room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

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

He grabbed a bottle of water from the viridity room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor married woman ! She was in a state of electric shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the photographic camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her heart were full ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped loose ever so slightly ... her full white titty heaved obscenely in that petite jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American dish ... HIS married woman ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then carry her audience its God Almighty as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the worldly concern coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the full point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing bill of indictment of the stain that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a leaning of high-pressure inquiry, designed to rip those sons of bitches apart, and break the nigrify son of a bitch for what they really were ... for all of U.S. to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so practically ! That sexy crownwork that she'd worn for him wasn't really allow for television receiver, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her sexy visual aspect would bewilder these dazed thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream pouf. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional person veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

nightstick looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth clear slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute of arc. The"whole Truth logotype"appeared on concealment, with a legend Reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the CRT screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the sofa in the living room and watch Black phallus's sexy music TV, all alone. One after another, each telecasting excited the uninitiated eighteen-year old more and more. By the clock time the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that minute. Her head was spinning. She could listen a sonorousness in her ears. She realized that the resonance was the menage nation rail line. She picked up the sound, but it was too deep, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the caller had been her mother, calling to tell her that the book gild confluence had ended early and she was bringing some dinner party home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - role EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet Shirley Temple PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank television monitor nearby. The"Only cancel"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's brain was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The picture's eroticism had awoken something deep interior in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a manus down between her legs. The aspect just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her pantie ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big smutty men ... their muscles ... the speech rhythm ! That steady, hypnotic, throb bass voice ... all the mental image and auditory sensation pulsed through her whole consistence, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another humanity, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and Forth over pussy hammock. The thin fabric of her step-in was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"ling called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girlfriend. She still said nothing, but jerked her bridge player out variant underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she desire ? The miss was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the rhythm of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather as if the pretty young make-up girl was starring in one of the video'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 girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to didder her head word no. This was actual sprightliness now ... not some rap TV. Those things don't really go on ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a war paint kit and parasite."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the Danton True Young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and segmentation with a leech.

Jessica whimpered ... her white meat and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current state of matter of arousal ... she started to become cognisant of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hired man up from her groin, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't inculpation you,"Calluna vulgaris continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing gunpowder,"it is pretty hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her lubricious grogginess,"very hot ... what ?"

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

Jessica swallowed ... her brain 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 swig. That was better ... her mind got a piffling clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video varan ... her fully, whitish white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to exchange her crown !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm full-bodied voice suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to stick in you to Black phallus !"

Startled by the interruption in her frantic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly gyrate around in her president, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her expression ! After a few second, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine bump, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, impeccant, blue centre upwards to see a pitch-dark man's unfinished body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, mesomorphic, soot black body, with rippling abs and a potent thorax. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden Ernst Boris Chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's nighttime chocolate cutis. The sole habiliment he wore was a pair mordant horseshoe, the peculiar atomic number 79 concatenation, and a pair of Negro leather pants. His knickers were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'dash. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to fit an unflinchingly masculine black human face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a couple mirror-lens airman sunglasses. When she tried to await into his middle ... all she could see was her own astonished, pale reflection ... and her entire white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to attend 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 black bureau. She wasn't short ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to discontinue looking at the pitch black giant immediately in social movement of her.

Jessica put a small, touchy white paw out in an offer of a handshake. The giant grim man took her tiny script in his ... it was tremendous, with long mightily fingers. He slowly lifted her white hand to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her finger gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his brim were full, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, reverberating voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and right ... not unlike the rich bass of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's mitt. His vox was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hair was trimmed so inadequate and clean that it seemed almost like a dark on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar manner. Shemar was a unretentive than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a great deal difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully trim black wooing, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter skin color. His eyes were beautiful pools of iniquity brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's articulation wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and racy like Shemar's, but instead it was trench and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller 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 inglorious pants, a pitch-black muscle tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest of drawers was a red precis of a black-power fist. Mike had a replete beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was fresh shaven. His centre were hidden by a pair of Black sunglasses.

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

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

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

"Please, squall me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very suave, quite a sweet talker. She realized she'd have to catch out for him.

"I prefer, ‘ Mrs. McFarland'“ B-Love boomed, fingering his strange-looking atomic number 79 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 belligerent ... confrontational. His grinning seemed strangely sinister ... but maybe that was just the mirror lenses of his chicken feed. And there was something very odd about that necklace of his.

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of ling out of the corner of her eye. The physical composition miss was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a big Joseph Black hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her miserable lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the picture ... Saviour, these guy cable never quit !

A voice came over the tawdry utterer."FIVE MINUTES everybody. Places on the consultation set please !"

"Well man, I think we should clear our way over to the consultation set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's aid. She failed. She glanced in mike's commission again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed mike sharply.

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

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

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

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less evening gown, more well-to-do set."

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

"Yes sir !"ling giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the miss allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be time enough to address the chemical group's panorama of adult female, when she conducted the audience.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business minorities ’, mainly women and inglorious male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly Negroid males. She knew that many of the measure crew had been replaced with Black penis's own technologist, just for this eventide. This was supposedly because the chemical group thought they might be giving a live performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that instant that Jessica realized that with her helper Sarah still absent from the set, the alone white-hot faces in the studio belonged to Heather the war paint missy and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, glowering yellow-gold parchment figure that gave the look of candent candle lighting, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal mask. There were black and aureate vessel filled with dried heyday and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal skins and furs ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real number.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"charge stylus"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the mesa, facing it, was a heavy, brown leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a keister in the bombastic, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his branch wide, and draped his powerful black arms over the professorship's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly orotund size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with radical audience, the interviewer takes the chairwoman, and the discipline take the couch."

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

Jessica looked down at the giant inkiness man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject field ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African chieftain !

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

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

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the orotund shock, and felt a bit twinge sitting future to the two large melanise men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 sucker of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glance of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue jacket. The direct contrast was almost as severe as that of her tiny white form, squeezed between two hulking smuggled men on a large black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in basketball team, quatern, triplet, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special instalment of"The whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one finis clip that tonight's instalment of"The whole Truth"contains fabric of a raw nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial geological fault this evening. You may have got heard of them, you may induce heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eve, you've seen their television. You know that"Black genus Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio apartment, we will here their opinion on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three appendage of the rap radical blackness Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far powerful, is Big microphone. Good evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well valet de chambre,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't assistance but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ gentleman ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to turn staggeringly democratic in nightclubs and CD players across America, without the welfare of your music being aired on the radio, or your video recording aired on television. How did this fall out ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard honorable music, and the society panorama spreads news fast. So does the cyberspace, and most young mass, the people who buy our music, are online. word gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big mike interjected this clock time,"we got good rhythm, impregnable meter, and some bold rime. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't matter beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If multitude like the medicine, 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 substance make your euphony 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 share these experiences, so that hoi polloi learn more about human gender, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a fiddling puzzled by Shemar's insistency on the"true"nature of the Song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ check in eccentric'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want the great unwashed to discover about your philosophy of homo gender,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it give them not want to mind to you or hear your estimation ?"

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

"Some people might say that the rationality your medicine isn't heard on the wireless, or seen on music video recording duct, is because your words are misogynistic, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating mean stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"diddly-shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big Mike shook his head,"The reason our medicine don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radio place and TV net are scared of us !"

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

"causal agent we tellin'the true statement !"The Sojourner Truth can't be offensive to nobody but prevaricator ... citizenry who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV distribution channel are afraid of our message."

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

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political irony. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the call really were confessedly. This ‘ philosophy'of inglorious male superiority the mathematical group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquest. But those tale ! They were so outrageous ! Wives, St. Brigid, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hoopla and controversy was just about selling track record and making a one dollar bill. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to betray records.

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

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a click in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the vocal were true, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe entrance them in a lie. Of grade, she would birth to be heedful not to lie on the imagery in some of those video ... and the flavor that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to come along as one of the role model in her video ... but then thought about how womanhood were portrayed in the video recording and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Saame light as the former woman she'd seen in the video ... as some sort of sexual target ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big turncock ... a big ... Negro ... cock ... Jessica's intellection began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the girl's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous bootleg men ... immense heftiness ... immense ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her doubtfulness."Let's look just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the first hour of the program. Their championship were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ Elwyn Brooks White wedding party, Blacked Saint Bride'?"

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

"jigaboo In The Grant Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those rectify ?"Jessica asked. She knew the deed of conveyance were sort out, but the tactic of asking for confirmation of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a reaction from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the lifelike titles thwarted Jessica's try to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your assertion that the event unfolding in these video recording actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the mathematical group's members could take the call with a straight face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In malice of her veneration of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her creative thinker around the grouping's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game plot ? ... the cheating wife with the obstetrical delivery man ... the pipe fitter ... the security officers ... the kitty man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's creative thinker reeled at the idea that those effect might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the video recording and song replayed in her nous ... the bride joining her bridesmaid with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the calamitous soccer players ... the black drifter seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive bacchanal on that aeroplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few secondment. The heating from the studio brightness level, combined with the sexual imagination flitting through her mind, was making her lightness headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoical face cracked the slightest smile on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the corner of her eye. It gave Jessica a gelidity, 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 aid that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their medicine. The themes of sinister men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their intention was to beget controversy in gild to betray Sir Thomas More CDs, then they should ingest mentioned the mixed element by this breaker point in the interview. The mixed element in the album was clearly persona of the shock value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to earn specific input on their claim and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the charwoman in these scenarios were gabardine, and all the men were pitch-black. Not one of them had even mentioned the topic of raceway. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about aboriginal sex and animal instinct. Every call on our CD, every euphony video recording we've made, demonstrates natural natural selection. The female person of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her mintage. It's natural survival of the fittest, survival of the fit. Women go for men who are more brawny, who look like stronger defenders, break provider ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to take a crap her wage hike the study. It was a power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to induce the stately launching of the group's ism to her audience. They wanted to demo 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 Charles Robert Darwin's philosophy a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

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

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many charwoman in our Sung dynasty and picture that are shown to be making choices about the men they are with."

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

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

"Because the lone men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her spit.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty tweed interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your birdcall and television ... the women are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the supposed alpha male person are always ... African-American men."

"blackamoor men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward question,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white woman to have sex with a Shirley Temple Black man ?"

Jessica went white. The motion was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The fair sex were clearly making alternative between the men ... the fact that they chose Shirley Temple men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to observe a way out of the mess hall 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 char throwing away their marriages, their biography, their fellowship ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in control of their sexual itch. That's suggesting that men are higher-up to women, because they control these urge in women."

"All we're trying to say is that woman are cardinal beings."Shemar smiled."The bound of lodge can't compete with raw itch. There's zilch degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big microphone 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 card on the table.

Shemar explained,"It is our tilt that a woman would be ineffective to control her intimate itch when with a melanize man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are black, or that cleaning woman should find a man attractive only if he's inglorious. Your lyrics portray women as being sexual objects, mordant men as some kind of exceedingly men, and white males as watery and afraid. Some hoi polloi could retrieve this to be racialist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the whiten boys in guardianship of TV and Radio don't want their cleaning lady to hump the verity. The verity that contraband men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get caper !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black males are superior to all early Male ? And that there is some vast conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"flavor at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, black men have dominated summercater. Their acrobatic ability is unparalleled in the human wash. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music industriousness. All of the corking musicians over the live on century were black men, or influenced by Black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racial discrimination, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the commercial enterprise humans too."

"And of course of action ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely voice,"we dominate as buff ... every woman whoever appeared in a Joseph Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't forcefulness them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those blanched girls we hired ended up having sex with the dark manakin when we shot the television. We don't ask them to do it, we don't distinguish them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love view and sex scenes, but once we get those hot livid women together with those black stud, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its row ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and jack and just get busy, right on photographic camera ! red cent, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take care of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of genuine sex in the TV was even more hideous than their claims of true level behind the song lyrics. The song lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were founder pseudonyms. In the TV, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music TV, when almost actresses wouldn't do that for any sort of motion-picture show. Surely this call couldn't be reliable ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to throw sex with men on television camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another whatchamacallit to sell records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't acknowledgment all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that microphone is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put vernal beautiful tweed women in the same room with hefty black men. It was beautiful to take in nature lead its track like that ! Even in scenes where the television camera berth wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"presumption the fact that your videos are deemed too denotative to be aired on any of the euphony video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just charge the medicine telecasting with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to start with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each TV in the hope that we would be able to air them on medicine television channels. We carefully framed our jibe so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the procedure of editing special edition video now, for release on DVD next yr. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first telecasting will also feature the master ‘ tame'track of each telecasting you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some acute behind the tantrum footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a wholly LOT of fairly white girls that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their biography ! Hell, it was the full tinker's damn day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't earmark herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the intimate myths that the mathematical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the outflank they could do, she did n't have to occupy 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 dismiss the innuendo, but before she could ask another query, Big microphone spoke again.

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

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big microphone talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big microphone from ‘ Shirley Temple Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big breast heaved while she talked to the gorgeous ignominious rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their call were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to score and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the web site of their videos'production and included the footage in the video ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the Saame matter to this meshing television journalist. Becky dropped her hired hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a frisson. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of black men's member size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dreaming, when she saw herself as a bride and a melanise man's titan hands were pawing her full tweed boob. She shook her top dog, trying to crystalize her idea of the image, desperately trying to think of a doubtfulness to ask. She couldn't leave that remark hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a wife just for a cheesy laugh or a promotional thingummy !"But I think I can defy just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of billy goat's recent problems. She thought of nightstick's small, wilted peter. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a various weeks. Jessica couldn't service but momentarily drop her big gentle eyes down to the vauntingly jut running the length of B-Love's thy. The protrusion that was a lot giving than nightstick's. Suddenly, it moved ! The excrescence twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his mitt on the swelling.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the rapper's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a idiom to plausibly bear on her tumultuous disturbance. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to refer restraint over herself ...

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

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

"Not just any ‘ better Male'“ Big mike grinned,"a Black Male ! The literal grounds mass are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing raceway is the only when really issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that cleaning woman are incapable of controlling their floor desires. What about charwoman's mind ? Aren't humans more than just brute ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? indebtedness and have it away ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these matter for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically muscular alpha male came along ?"

"Civilization, respect, trueness, even honey are all just shin deep ... a matter of the mind. Race is the material issue because that is a affair of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a bombastic black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her center."Nature is key. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the 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 truth. We want multitude to look past social conventions ... at what really topic. That's the message of all our medicine on this album, and our next album. citizenry are trying to refuse nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

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

"Let's ... talking ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her diminutive white hand on Shemar 's for a 2d or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the idiomatic expression like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your following album ? Or your next video for that matter Can we expect the same ... musical theme ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his heavily, ‘ calm anger'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 birdsong"She Ran Off With A jigaboo ”. Have you ever heard of that strain, 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 voice was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Lapp time showing a tiny, white reflectivity of Jessica, framed by a hefty black brass. It made her feel modest ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his nerve still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a Song dynasty written during the days of integration, an try to stir up White River anger against the idea of putting blacks and Patrick White in the same schools and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real reason whiteboys feared integrating ... the fear they had of being exposed as a intimate pretender, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously superscript Shirley Temple Black male. Our interlingual rendition is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our dash of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to tell the song's story from a Andrew Dickson White woman's point in time of persuasion. She'll sing about how she used to be with White person boys, but now, she will only ever be with a dark man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest 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 couple of twelvemonth she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virgin image. Jessica had interviewed the daughter finis year, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely free. Jessica knew, like everybody in the diligence, that over the by year the Thomas Young vocalizer adopted a much sexy image ... but collaboration with Black Phallus ?

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

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

coming into court in a Shirley Temple Black Phallus video was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... punk ! If Black Phallus's other television were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnant of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly spectacular mode !

"Do you have a clip of this video, by any luck ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a great batch ... probably just because it would be a great 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 allegiance that she has to advert to first. But it will be the first video to debut from our album, when it's done."

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her luxuriously school day knockout, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended line of work trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the implements of war of a black man."

"pitch blackness MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the motion seemed deposit in her pharynx."And will you render me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this clipping tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the interrogation almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the firstly sentence during the interview that one of her inquiry had blurred the note between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... enthrallment. The opportunity for an scoop first spirit at footage from a new music video was something that she had to quest for, as a secure journalist ... but that was just the pro reason for wanting to see the footage. The solid truth, whether or not Jessica could accommodate the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The TV ... the music ... the men ... everything about Negroid Phallus was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"fountainhead"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the awry camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN present tense, for the first clock time anywhere, footage from Black genus Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her aid to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the scratch line of the footage and music. She saw herself on the projection screen, sitting between the two giant black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smile, eye blink, and nods. The movie went away, as the new video started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV projection screen intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her vernal, inexperienced Andrew Dickson White torso. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door initiative, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harmonica. We see a delicate, feminine, ashen helping hand writing a alphabetic character. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome Edward Young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female voice speaking ...

"dear Brett,"coos the articulation, before being interrupted by one of the pitch-black doorknocker's interpreter. He raps the next few lines, while the script keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing bridge player, and the half-naked muscular blackamoor rappers. As the rappers sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from bass guitar quickly begins to overshadow the dreamy gong music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big mike's voice.

As the delicate White person helping hand continues writing, there is a flash lamp to a white guy reading the letter. impact spreads across his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black breast, weapons system, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a minuscule ivory hand wearing an ornate engagement gang, and running over rippling umber muscles.

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

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As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A refrain starts, sung by the adult female who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the words ... Her groan 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 hand suddenly jumps, dragging a personal credit line across the page.
There is a news bulletin of footage of a pair of scanty hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot cleaning lady's mouth, gently biting her depleted lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the easy voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the digit flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These paradigm are edited together with flashes of a white woman's naked back. The slant of the television camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two enceinte melanize paw run up her sides, and grab her flyspeck shank from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the bridge player as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on sieve. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as practically obvious sexual imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her fountainhead was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing crown, showing off even more than of her full white cleavage. unfit still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one bridge player, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While U.S. and Jessica watched the picture, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not ingest been cognizant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jacket crown. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Lester Willis Young journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with perspiration from the hot studio apartment lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio apartment air.

The studio tv camera's filmed the knocker shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained perfect distracted ... her optic glued to the monitor showing the television. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the little girl sounded SO conversant ... she could almost visualize out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the simply one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the military action unfold. She squeezed her business firm white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her Cy Young garden pink nipples. She was on the verge of culmination when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar spokesperson squealed in the video.
The letter-writing paw startle again, this clock time forcefully knocking the fiancé's exposure from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and smashing ... a shot of the movie lying on the trading floor among the kick downstairs glass ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde haircloth ... a jibe of nigrify back-muscles flexing ... and a gibe of two big, blue, slightly-teary centre widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the hold out line and endeavour to continue 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 adult female's spokesperson deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing hand shingle violently, her fingers declaration suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the composition at the Saami time !

The bass rhythm suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the TV makes a sudden cut to a broad dig. We see a young, sexy Andrew D. White woman, leaning forward, knack at the wastefulness, over the writing desk ... she's raw ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her font is hidden by a pot of unruly blonde tomentum.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the girl sings as the snap suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the black knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her long blonde hair out of her beautiful facial expression ... a very associate face !

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


"What is this food waste Becky ?"Karenic Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a jade while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, fussy trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her female parent ... trying desperately to propose some sort of feeble explanation of her demeanour."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white teenager stammered, bust of superfluity streaming down her moderately face.

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

"It's not what you think ... its actually a news program 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 look at the TV, just as the blonde in the video flipped her hair's-breadth back and revealed her face.

Both Karenic and Becky stared at the screen in silent unbelief.

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to block her view of the idiot box."Becky ... go to your elbow room ! Now !"

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

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the time ended. She sat there, stunned, understood except for her heavily breathing, on the air with the Jehovah of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full Caucasian bosom heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even note that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket crown, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the right Angle, the camera could easily see her scanty !

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billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the daughter in the television. Her face was intimate but her demeanour certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant several metre, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's cautious, virtuous deportment and her dedication to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black prick that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a char as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict lesson and ethics.

Now as billy goat watched Sarah 's gyrating au naturel human body in a music video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some variety of professional travesty. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never look nude sculpture in some sleazy music telecasting, let alone simulate a sex panorama with some behemoth black beast. It was detestable ! Still, there she was, on video, writhing away in some supposed euphony video that was little to a greater extent than softcore erotica. How could she do it ? What kind of awe-inspiring loose woman was she ?

As atrocious as it was to see Sarah put down herself in the music television, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

truncheon could n't believe his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her cap had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the grasp of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's annulus had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the camera angle.

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

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

The camera began to surge in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panty were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in repugnance as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving egg white bosom. Billy was raging. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotion stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porno video of her personal supporter ... flashing some cheesy snapshot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his married woman ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some dazed rap grouping 's packaging stunt ? Those sons of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

billy leapt from the green elbow room couch and ran to the door of the jet way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! nightstick began beating on the door and yelling.

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

he-goat 's heart widened with holy terror. What if the network made Sarah do that telecasting ? And if they did that ... what would they establish Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

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

nightstick increased his frenetic whacking on the room access, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his outcry ... Everybody but a humble hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the telecasting, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her view. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of laugh ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the promotional material stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guy had been saying and doing in the studio that nighttime, were all designed for daze value ... just like their albums. This telecasting must induce been some form of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an attempt to outrage Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a fake calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of jocularity or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her heart for a bit, trying to regain her professional person demeanor ... still completely unaware of the nation of her jacket and doll ... 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 untried charwoman in the picture is actually my personal supporter,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion body in this footage was a surprisal to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a glorious satire on prejudices and stereotypes about pitch blackness men, and interracial relationship !"

Shemar raised an supercilium at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, underworld no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn lady friend, that ain't it at all ! We're serious sister, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl shoemaker's last night ! She ain't worry in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is sufficiency,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing queasy,"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 breakwater through his smutty leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversize protrusion in B-Loves gasp had actually gotten giving over the course of action of the interview ! She could barely pull her eyes away ... it took her a moment to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her nous ;"You can't anticipate me to trust that that video was for very !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not potential !"Jessica shook her headland, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to discover a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her notion. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very a great deal !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really imply anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde whisker out of Jessica's typeface."I told you. The regulation and conventions of company can not compete with the Torah of nature. Any cleaning woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't issue if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ lovemaking'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 married woman. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would admit to succumbing to their charm, she might not do so on subject tv ... and if a woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black phallus's"picture of sexual authorization. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved improper."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 Ernst Boris Chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's brawny black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were larger than the connexion one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colouring material were not all the same. about of the links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or ash gray. Some connexion were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain mail. Throughout this convention of metal connexion, Jessica could see smart, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stone were of different size of it and coloration. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or radiation pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular connexion, but they were only ever mounted on one position as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the actualization hit Jessica, a shake went up her spine, and a tingle went through her snatch. She unconsciously fingered her wedding doughnut as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to relate ... confirming her observation.

The connexion in the range were made up of anchor ring ... not dim-witted mountain chain links made of preciously metal, but women's jewelry ... wedding banding and engagement mob ! Some were gold, some Pt ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with figure. There were XII 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 gang and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of class, this isn't my alone necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their claim ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the annulus ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a stunning excogitation of amber, platinum, and adamant. The platinum dance band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This delicate blueprint had been the lawsuit of the ring 's lengthy equip adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement annulus !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's crime syndicate for a hundred and L years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an horrifying seam in the delicate filigree, where the closed chain had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... impregnable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagery reeled with impression of her demure Loretta Young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must have been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might receive stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virgin young char would yield to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of inkiness Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to trust that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained soundless ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to allow the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's annulus, broken, and woven in with so many other doughnut ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her header ..."You could have got ... you could deliver paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotional material stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"squawk, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah finale dark and fucked her hard, filmed the completely thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head teacher ... 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 muscles ... their huge dick ... yes, they had to have vast prick ! She was in a desperate 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 bust. She had nowhere to wrick ... her breathing was becoming shoal ... her eubstance felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could make been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the word of honor."You can't examine that any intelligent, mature, convolute adult female would precipitate for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black-market body. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the midget white diarist."You won't twilight for no ‘ once you go black hokum ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can test that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, thinking, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's centre widened with alarm as she heard Big microphone's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his trouser !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the merely way we can evidence that an intelligent, mature, doctor up married woman like you will consider in the sexual power of a big blacken turncock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth between the three contraband knocker'shining, bare, and muscular pitch-black chests ... her cunt felt like it was on flaming."I mean ... you can't pull a fast one on me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye grade with the enormous jut 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 philia ... her twat ... were all racing with inflammation now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rappers surrounded the bantam white diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Department of Energy THIS flavor LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, beef ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"truncheon yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio provender in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going TO ass kill THOSE SONS OF cunt ”.

'' ... They might try some sort of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the meshwork really wants this interview ! ``

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't search away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the promotion stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the in conclusion thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue optic widened at the hatful of B-Love's turncock. It was enormous ... so Shirley Temple Black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a groundwork long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy cramp. Desperately, she tried to calculate away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in front line of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant hammer. Big microphone's cock was only about 10 or 11 in long, but thickset than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many shaft ... so big ... so contraband ... so ... severely ! It took every vulcanized fiber of her being to dissent taking one of them in her mouthpiece right wing then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed raw ... 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 tiny white hired hand and tried to squeeze past Shemar, but her bridge player just landed on his heavyweight melanize turncock ... and her fingers just seemed to want to wrap around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH experience ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other mitt, trying to crowd past 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 midget white hands, grasping these two tremendous black dick. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weighting, the beautiful demarcation between their full-bodied ebony skin, and her lily white custody. Her arms began to move back and Forth River ... her lily Edward Douglas White Jr. hands stroking the giant jet black rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a enchantment, watching the rhythmical stroking.

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 tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a picture with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in electric shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the tv camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done zilch to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a diaphragm to this ? She couldn't believe that the provender hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this cloth now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual affair about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored telecasting ... a no-holds barred audience, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This completely interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of people were seeing this ! one thousand thousand of people across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long pitch blackness putz while a third one was about to enter her mouth. baton ! BILLY COULD BE watching AT THAT VERY mo ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so last to resisting their advancement ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat grim cock in his handwriting ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the skillful breeder, all cleaning woman do. The fact is Negroid men are the upright breeder ! We 're more powerful, more potent, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black cock can contribute you the outdo fucking of your life history ! Your husband can only collapse you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her entire whiten breasts heaved obscenely in her cap. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This annulus represents my hubby's beloved and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling wizard in her pussy."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 honey baby, it represents fear. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic endeavor by a white man to protect his ‘ belongings ’. It's like a lock chamber on a door. The problem is that little gold lock on that threshold won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her point."This ring is a symbolization of my devotion to my hubby !"

"What ring ? THIS pack HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the closed chain from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty minuscule gold band, like the ace in my necklace ! It's a contact in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's clock time to break that range, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My anchor ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above luxuriously above her reach. The blond lost her proportionality and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, kick in it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this band when you got three big nigga cocks in forepart of you ?"

Shemar tossed the doughnut to Big mike, who chimed in with his own tantalization dustup."kick WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING RING DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK cock !"

"This isn't funny remark !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and disconcert she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ringing back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big mike challenged."You know its dead on target. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your married man satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a WIMP like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his break !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on subject television ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of strain !"

"crap"B-Love shouted."He's a blinking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a Negro man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"OK"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her halo as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all bewilder ! But I can't cheat on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"expression,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to vex about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white woman in her sexual peak to desire the with child stopcock she can get her mitt 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 hubby 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 closer to Jessica, his rooster bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding ceremony striation on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brownish pecker and pointed it straight at her pretty white aspect ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay on equanimity ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. orbit for it. guide your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. try to all of us that your marriage vows and professional report are more authoritative than your personal intimate ecstasy, and the Pentateuch of nature !"B-Love gently waved his peter back and Forth River, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar blacken rooster ... and letting her get a respectable whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a frisson as she stared at the good deal inches from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her but chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least void humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on internal television ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a pro woman ... all she had to do was take her closed chain and go ! But in gild to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent tool again ... and if she did that, she might not be able-bodied to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to gamble it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV concealment. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the gang ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black cock in battlefront of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick-skulled inglorious cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your lastly chance to get out of here with your nuptials vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her backtalk was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in presence of her. Her pick ... her ring ... that tool ... The brilliantly gold dance band glinted in a breathtaking line with B-Love's dark chocolate pelt. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same prison term ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold hymeneals annulus, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her get it on eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding gang ! It was just ... so hard ... so gallant ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric car tingle in her groin again. It was firm than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal blue eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her flyspeck white hand palpitation ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling egg white fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to get hold of on a life of its own. Her flyspeck fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth grim cock. The sudden motility caused her wedding ring to knock off to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the flooring. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful coal black manhood ... and her tiny livid hired hand clutching it tight, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hired hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black putz, 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 ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and result ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to quit stroking B-Love's splendid black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the issue, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having secondment thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your wedding did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is skilful ! You could give birth left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't select 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 chronicle ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes disgraceful on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's drab eyes bolted wide-eyed open in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd bury all about it ! THIS IS organism broadcast LIVE ... God… truncheon could be watching her right field now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought process only seemed to rouse her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't need to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR husband CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T motivation HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU privation BIGGER, better, BLACKER prick THAN YOUR husband'S LIMP Edward D. White worm ! SO fucking SAY SO ! TELL THE whole universe THE TRUTH, MRS. diarist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the television camera ... then at Shemar and Big mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, Negro hammer ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio apartment was so silent, one could have heard a pin bead.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to verbalize tentatively, but quickly her Bible erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly raw for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black rooster. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to jazz me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... rude. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the television camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole trueness !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you well-chosen to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the verity. She understood now. This was ripe. This was skilful.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her mitt, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that fling to come along in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I make to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attending to Shemar's beautiful melanise rooster, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't trouble about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty garden pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the trueness, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its line !"


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Through teary center Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the photographic camera, a big Black person hammer in each hand, and one just inch from her backtalk. Her sparkling sky blue air eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the photographic camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet husky representative barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so drear ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of path, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a packaging stunt ! It 's not Charles Frederick Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen door. He felt nauseated to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue heart away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large black rooster. She looked at it lovingly. billy goat fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep browned eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive nigrify cock in her hand. Her lid seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful albumen newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the knocker's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's easy garden pink lips grazed the heading of his raging black-market cock."Kiss that jigaboo dick. clobber it ! Lick it up and down babe, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink spit lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown cock. Her eyes stared at his pecker in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the ray of light with her clapper. As she kissed and licked the full duration of Shemar's putz, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left over 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 al-Qaeda of Shemar's jibe. She nuzzled his hard black glob, closing her centre, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any prohibition she might take had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any disgrace ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her eubstance ... and a desire to please these brilliant black men.

"suck it Mrs McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big coon cock ! contain it in your oral fissure. Sucking black cock is the comfortably thing any clean cleaning woman can do with her rima oris. Better than asking us a cluster of dolt fuckin'interview doubt !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a half an hr earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was rightfield ... that was the best matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his jibe as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sassing finally reaching the head of his peter ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her oral cavity opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's freak into her strong wet mouth. Her clapper circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to groan. His strong pitch blackness men took hold of Jessica's read/write head ... his fingers running through her lenient blonde haircloth as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and groan emanating from Jessica's stuffed sass. Her soft white hand continued stroking and pumping the other men's prick, while her foreland bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her oral fissure. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the shaft ... taking the entirely matter in her sassing ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hand diddly-squat is overnice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed lieu ... Jessica's right hand loosened its traction on Big microphone's fat black turncock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big Mike smiled,"This turncock's a couplet inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's plunk black rod into her mouth. Her knife didn't have often room to manoeuver around microphone's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his cinch into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's tremendous total darkness peter ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding party closed chain ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it delight ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their putz from Jessica's hand. Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's haywire ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to objurgate any awry that she might suffer made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you give suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eye glanced down at trading floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding closed chain had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really desire me to put that stupid ... thing on my digit again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. crawling over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her polishing atomic number 79 ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I deliver to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO sucking THIS rooster, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT hoot anchor ring ON right NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that bit B-Love's wrath only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knee joint and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio trading floor, her wax breasts straining to break free of her low-necked crownwork. The camera caught the blastoff from a low front angle, giving the home viewers a capital view of Jessica's milklike T. H. White cleavage as she crawled on all quadruplet on the studio story towards the wedding halo. She reached the little gold, and slipped it onto her finger's breadth, a expression of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girlfriend !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all quadruplet, back to the sofa and knelt before B-Love, showing him the hoop that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your go out helping hand, 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 hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observation, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonial of supremacy'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkle while you move your deal back and forth ... back and forth. See how your tintinnabulation looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your pretty white hand looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became lumbering ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her mitt on B-Love's rooster. Light glinted from her burnished gold ring ... former symbol of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hired hand under her bird, hiking it up and reaching her hot soakage pantie ... she began to rub her puss gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that script off your kitty !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her compensate hand from her kitty-cat and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a infantry long, was plenty long enough for her to snaffle it with both script, and still consume a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her small white script. Not once did she select her eyes 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 get out hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering Au shining against my skin and yours ... glittering amber ring ... petite white mitt ... big lightlessness cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of Au. form of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may breastfeed my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with joy, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's turncock, flicking her clapper across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a expectant pitch-black bridge player on Jessica's mind, forcing her the right way hand off. Holding her header in post, B-Love pushed his cock 6 in into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T buss IT ! suction THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's turncock hard. Her give hand furiously stroked the radix of B-Love's coal-black tool ... the field that she had not yet taken into her sass. B-Love took her left hired man off his hammer, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ringing, and then lowered it to his heavy Shirley Temple Black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs McFarland. Stroke them, overturn them. sense how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth wide-cut of putz. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves inkiness balls with her entrust helping hand. They felt so wakeless ... full moon ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right manus had found a home stroke Big Mike's cock again. This went on for various minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouthpiece. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her unexpended paw found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A peter in each hand, and one in her back talk, Jessica was determined to do more than.

Jessica opened her heart ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her backtalk. B-Love's bridge player stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't pushing her. He let her do all the work. Only one more column inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her optic, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic fuzz, she knew she'd done it ! She was so gallant and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure pass over her whole body, causing her entirely body to didder. If B-Love's pecker hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a scream that would have shattered Methedrine.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suck opprobrious cock !

B-Love lifted his deal from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slickness with her own saliva."near job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock to Jessica's brass."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's putz in her sass, and grabbed B-Love's with her left helping hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several Sir Thomas More minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor woman went back and Forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black tool in turn while stroking the others'putz with small clean mitt !

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The scene played out on television screens across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the case on screen were on their telephone calling their supporter. All over United States of America, mass were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at to the lowest degree two other viewers that were far more implicated with the activities of a unlike blond KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her centre ... not that she was even mindful of what was currently happening on her television receiver 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 black rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding mob or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her hubby before taking the same black stud's pecker in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million abnegation and question swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a practiced girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karenic's young daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the relief of the program on her own television since it had no artificial satellite or cable length hook-up. She had been watching the appearance downstairs, in the bread and butter room. She had been so transport with the appearance that she hadn't noticed her female parent's arriver base. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her former babe writhing in raptus with a big bootleg macho-man. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprise and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Negro genus Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the silver screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the mathematical group had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo the Virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually birth sex with one of these disastrous rappers. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sis's cell-phone number. She was surprise that her baby answered ripe away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's representative giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might scream ! Are you enjoying the consultation you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the medicine video recording ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sis's unintelligible stammers."Were they as dear as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent time."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video recording ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video she'd seen that night ... how often they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they carry you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy wire can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should experience that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a instant. 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 concern in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the radical, but after seeing the things she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them human face to side was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the background on the short letter, talking to Sarah ... Deep male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"flavour Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't hump how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

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 gladiola you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy rope are going to learn a LOT tonight ! face, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my supporter until I can pick up the speech sound again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hi Rebecca."a oceanic abyss male interpreter said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

************* End of Part nine *******************

In the leafy vegetable way, nightstick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired wife sucking three bleak cocks on home television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the projection screen, unable to appear away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the fanny of the television cover, a crawling intelligence scroll of some variety. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a tidings channel.

"The average out calamitous cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

nightstick couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 pct of women polled say they prefer black men to Patrick Victor Martindale White men, sexually."read the side by side bit of text edition.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billy as he began to consider the ramifications 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 shaft. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married Patrick Victor Martindale White char are often unable to operate their sexual urges when confronted with a black cock."read the adjacent news crawl.

"Sixty per centum of married white char take black lovers within ten years of getting married."

"seed from a black man has a 40 percent better prospect of successfully fertilizing a char's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

billy club's idea continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would fix the guys wear condom. After all, she'd always made him bear safe when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the oral contraceptive, and didn't want to have children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white cleaning woman ! '' said the side by side factoid.

Billy shook his heading ... Jessica would make them fatigue a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father youngster, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting significant. She'd make them wear safe. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thought crossed his mind, then the future news crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wife who force their husbands to wear out condoms never do so when fucking their Black person master ! ''

Billy's stomach sank. This command horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all bullshit info ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The sober, concerned construction on her face when she'd told him what might go on. That they might try a packaging stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another ikon of his married woman ... at abode ... masturbating while watching these rappers'TV. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his powerlessness ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio apartment ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might have been a promotional material stunt. The writing table's conquest might deliver been a promotion stunt. The news creep ... these doorknocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might induce been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigga's"cock on subject television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll own to go along with it '' her Word of God echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy 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 cover as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her facial expression when she sucked those Negro tool ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big Shirley Temple cocks and loving every s and in of it !

billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would gravel using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would pluck 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 child !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, public speaking over the consequence on screen.

"trade good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole truth ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"blackness Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual mogul of melanise men, and learning the trueness about size, survival, stamina, and gift. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these theme and hypothesis. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand bill of her experiences as these events unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is engaged assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring this night's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"Good even Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black penis's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more draw up than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their common professional person perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative night red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her whisker was tied back with a declamatory black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you severalize our witness a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each former by their number one public figure, deliberately parodying the prototypal give-and-take of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four eld old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two twenty-four hours ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various months to a Danton True Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed lowest night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the misplay of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her methamphetamine hydrochloride,"You took me into my office and taught me the delight of smutty sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that nighttime ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to feature sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rapper'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to prevent him happy while he respected my compliments to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to consume it farther than that ... and he never seemed to promote me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a manus 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 ... unattackable. I couldn't service myself, I had to let you sleep together me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"workings in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a very well cleaning woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiola that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his stopcock into my beautiful torso. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to stay on a Virgin until man and wife, waiting months to be sexually internal with you for the inaugural meter. What do you guess he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two Negroid men within minutes of meeting them for the first time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honorable, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you care to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"beginning"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to notify our viewer that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit Truth, in the interests of exemption of the printing press and providing our paying viewers with elaborated information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer discreetness is advised for our more sensitive viewer ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the concealment cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The filmdom shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Edward D. White facial expression. The camera is having hassle keeping her look in framing, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a short untidy ... her eyeglasses are slightly fogged up.

"beloved Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to commit back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and stark shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large electric chair, but at the same time, she is leaning backwards by about 30 stage. The tv camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the tv camera continues to rip back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video recording, null obscures the television camera's thought of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the tv camera's perspective of Sarah's firm white tit as they gently bounce up and down with her move. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chairman ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a hefty disgraceful stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long blond hair obscure the black stud's grimace. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to discharge the sentence before her vocalization deteriorates into gleeful scream.

The television camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely au naturel, with her recollective white leg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the tv camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black hammer obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko pussy as she rocks back and Forth on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony hands around her tiny waist, over her flat white-hot belly, and around her broad Stanford White knocker, squeezing them roughly. Her easy White River skin and pink pap practically glow in demarcation with the big, rasping, black fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs clench of it with one of her lowly whiteness hands. While riding B-Love's tool, Sarah tries desperately to incline over .... to bring her lips to meet the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a speedy glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the stage. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... shtup ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the cartridge clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some dumbfound footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new disgraceful masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new total darkness headmaster !"

"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. cipher might possess known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of class !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to differentiate me that you would take off your clothing here, on television ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to raise it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the television camera,"Sarah, occupy off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this broadcast in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the spinal column of the chairwoman. She then reached down and unzipped her annulus, letting it decrease to the floor. Her white lacey panty were soaking wet with her cunt juice. Now she was left in those panties and her agree ignominious polo-neck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her savorless blank tummy and full, firm Edward White breast ... barely held in space by a somewhat ex white lace bra. She took her buttocks in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very decent"Watkins said, dragging one of his large Joseph Black digit gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to take hold of her and get laid her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to assure back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."gentleman ? Jessica ? How are affair going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a human race of lecherousness, her head word 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 cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick-skulled grim instrument in her sassing. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her oral fissure ! She was in the eye of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her rima oris again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to respond some interrogation now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her unquiet nerve in from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that hammer in her mouth again so badly ... but the cat wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black hammer. 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 backbone desk, in her chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're tremendous !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned sizing. What do you opine of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful examples of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... looking at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich people Robert Brown color ... they're so operose and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inch long. Billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this poor hobble three inches ! It barely qualifies as a phallus !"

The studio apartment breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogative sentence off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about tweed men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a in effect inquiry Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The missy had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some theatre enquiry for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the building and measuring stick fateful men and Edward White men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a photographic camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great theme"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking dark men to depict her their hammer ! She reached for her cap and wench, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, think of,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest period of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to hold so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, well-endowed contraband men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big dick, and find out just how much bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field of honor psychometric test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced black studs and white cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon world-beater and E & I endeavour. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to confirm the estimation that E & I wanted to overspread with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that topic, would be left with was the cerebration that Shirley Temple men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few dim studio workers and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this little girl's torso for a farseeing time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was Sir Thomas More, they knew there was even a good hazard that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cellular phone telephone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the kick got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will mollycoddle, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hand."I've got to do my theme for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take caution of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her telephone, and had been for respective minutes. Should she call her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The Aythya americana teen was so confused and flustered, trying to fleece in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her way. How had her cautious Sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Negro member 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 anon. man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large dark man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no mind what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN newsworthiness desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on boob tube talking about her newfound love life of black cock, the end of her marriage engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown denotative footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sis was at that very moment, on her way through the Radclyffe Hall of KNEN, performing size of it comparisons for a peculiar ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only rate her room, stare at her speech sound, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her peel when the telephone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to respond, and let the headphone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text content popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's representative cracked from strain,"What is going on ? That euphony video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe Sister."You have a million head, but I'm topnotch meddlesome right now. I'm working on a really BIG projection for the foreman and I don't have time to utter right now. For now, please just talking to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my Quaker for now, okay. He really wants to verbalise to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good girl. I'll talk 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 sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black acquaintance ! She told me that she thought you should tattle to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"fountainhead ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting substantial. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big calamitous acquaintance'all she could mean about was the theory that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular lightlessness 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. differentiate me, are you here young Sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So recite me ... do you front like your sister ?"

"Pretty often, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this add unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what sort of ‘ booster'of her sis's she was talking to."But I don't wear chicken feed like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister parcel the Saame interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their life. Sarah was a thoroughly girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very materialistic. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black shaft even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit fille,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV blind ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video magazine !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"prick young woman, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sis is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his chicken white ass for calamitous men !"

"No ... that was just that music picture !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"female child, I ain't talkin'about that little video clip from instant ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music picture. The one that ended just now, with the finis up of your sister's Henry Sweet blond pussy being invaded by a big grim cock ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"lady friend, can't you believe your own damn middle ? 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 brass on the blind ... She was in that euphony television clip. I had to call to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the bleak man said, understanding."That's a damn pity girl. You should have seen your big baby just now. I bet that would have got answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your baby is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folk seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the disgraceful man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just say me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the opprobrious stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to obtain out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trustfulness me girl,"the rivet laughed,"if you're mom saw the snip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her oculus will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on former things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television curriculum, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this smut was bad enough, but then she saw her sure-enough daughter on the sieve in some kind of libertine exculpation for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to retain watching the disgusting program to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her spiritual feeling, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some ridiculous whimsey of opprobrious male transcendency ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of disgusted publicity stunt. Her quondam girl 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 television ”, and Karen's Leslie Townes Hope was crushed. The picture explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all uncertainty that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the Prince of Darkness ... a big black devil ! Karen's knee joint buckled and she fell backwards, into her sustenance elbow room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her honest-to-goodness daughter describe the joys of big black rooster, the conservativist mother of two began stroking and squeezing the hanker black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white deal. By the time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her limited assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the sieve. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Scots heather the constitution girl being ravished by three sinister doorknocker, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thought, she dropped the great black remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the tending of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a conjoin woman, how does it make you finger to be sucking the tool of three men who you only met this evening. And on television system ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental Black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer more than questions.

"fountainhead,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking tool for so long."As a get married woman ... I feel some ruefulness for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a marry cleaning lady, I'm still a charwoman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their dick are incredible ! As far as being on telly ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy cable here tell me that my marriage vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only natural for me to need to please such sexually perfect men ... BLACK men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claims to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her manus,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a peachy intimate power over you, why is it that after nearly XXX minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do Thomas More than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the conditional relation that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a terminal point to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already crack my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even au naturel yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your wearing apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was rightfulness. Her jacket was almost unlaced, and her bird was hiked up a bit ... but former than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another head,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first interrogative,"if these men hold such a intimate power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get au naturel, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to fall behind your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her buff with sad blue optic ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her black superior ... the men giving her so a lot pleasure by allowing her to soak up their cock !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your eubstance ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, sinewy black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small flight strip ribbing. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the low clitoris of her jacket crown and then slipping the garment over her milklike white shoulder just a bit, exposing the black strap of her Hidden W.C. bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the crownwork from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added effect of making her already ample segmentation swell even more ... spilling over her coat of arms in a gentle, snow-covered curve of feminine dish. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so often of her snowy tweed segmentation, but now she wanted to make for up the display ... to tantalize her dark buff. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her miserable lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the he-man, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't eluding through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big microphone stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black script on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to front him and the early rapper, then grabbed the initiative her jacket. Looking cryptic into Jessica's big blue middle and blushing white human face, Big mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's flash of big businessman and authority. She stood stunned for a few secondment, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy dim bra that barely contained her heaving white titty. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her crownwork again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her prurient daze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the brawny black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a composure passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her articulatio humeri again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket miscue over her shoulders, again exposing the disgraceful straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black helping hand on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her coat of arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the cap to splay from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three black rapper and the studio apartment television camera clad in her black wench, and her black Hidden loo demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for nightstick ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rapper included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a honorable dead body ... but nobody knew how truly wondrous it was until just that consequence. Her skin color was unflawed. Her lily-white tummy was flavourless as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky ashen breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful dim bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her snow flannel skin was too beautiful for anybody to interpose with ... yet.

"I don't know if the spectator at house can treasure the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lightness. It's dazzling."Tom felt his peter overrefinement at his gasp ... again, he felt the desire to snap up 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 indisputable is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the framework of her dame."You can't really appreciate how soft her skin is, lawsuit of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her pass to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet minuscule make up little girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious Loretta Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an sequence of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the bite of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to trance everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at oeuvre that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rapper'enormous dim cocks. His accident became more frenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's nut tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting steamy seminal fluid into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's song for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the female child walk onto the set. His intellect flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone outcry."They didn't even pee-pee me interview a second clock time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two workweek out of beaut College and I'm already working with a principal ! 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 ship's company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would bollix up the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his idiot box in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter heather mixture was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set wide-cut of naked Negroid men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went hitch ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching events blossom forth from just off set behind a camera. Her passably green eye had widened with shock when she saw the men release their whale bootleg dick. Her diminutive back talk hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica rent one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her low lip, dropping a bridge player into her pants and rubbing her kitty-cat when she watched the men help Jessica out of her wearing apparel. She was confining to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

ling quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder duration brown-black fuzz, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the substance of the social lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins claim from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

heather was flighty, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their sinewy disgraceful asses and broad shoulders. heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the scene. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the parazoan over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"broom heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girl !"

ling shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the ignominious men were delight with her work. She dropped her manus down further, over Jessica's flavorless T. H. White potbelly ... dabbing all the way ... the tv camera following her mitt ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her script ... heather saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's eyes locked on sieve, she couldn't depend away. She stared for several second gear, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the projection screen. She spun around to face up him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling vernal brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful blackened skin color. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved fountainhead ... their berm ... their tremendous pectoralis 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 cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful snowy body and kissed her case, lips, cervix, and titty !

Shemar's complexion was lightsome than Big Mike's, so heather applied a little More make up to his dead body ... to emphasize its the piano, rich light John Brown of his tegument. Again she let her other hand drift over his arms ... his shoulder ... feeling the stringency of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Heather thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's torso as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her physical composition leech on his face, then down his thick neck, his panoptic shoulders, then his powerful arms. His sinewy black chest glistened under the studio apartment lights, so ling began dabbing it next. Her diminutive White River hands guided the sponge over Big mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, secretive and closer to Big Mike's massive fatal cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her bridge player to the doorknocker's chummy opprobrious cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying make-up. heather mixture's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her naked hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing coal black slam. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to grok its thickness in her mitt, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slue it upwards, caressing the doorknocker's muscular black pectus.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up miss,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black-market 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 varan. Jessica's chest of drawers, neck, and fount glistened ... not with travail, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kiss and licks. Heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way affair are going, Jessica will probably need some constitution on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take concern of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, black hand on her shoulder, 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 skirt, over her left hand hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the drab cloth of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and pantie that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the doll, letting it slide slowly over the blue curve of Jessica'spacious, childbearing hips and firm rhythm backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Scots heather's aid. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of black material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to lay eyes on. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 chassis ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden Closet lingerie corps de ballet ... between two huge, muscular dim men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny Edward D. White hands. Jessica's snow T. H. White skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the blacken lace lingerie she wore, and the big dark hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with exhilaration, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black mitt over her flat white tummy and black satin garter swath, and pushed them into her black French-cut G-string. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his big nigrify finger's breadth into her wet cunt ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque snowy blonde as she writhed in hug drug between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of oculus that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Calluna vulgaris stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her center were locked on the tremendous black stopcock with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... Thomas More than their size ... their heat ... their flavor ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her total Loretta Young biography !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty youthful composition fille lick her sass as her special K eyes darted back and forth between all the blackened cocks around her.

"Our make-up girl ling seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."heather mixture replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black stopcock inches from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely control his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national boob tube. He loved being a part of this projection !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt pitiful she'd never waited to give herself to a smutty man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to learn 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 BLACK cock before ?"

"No !"heather mixture gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much large !"heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a young man ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather said.

"What color do you remember your future boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"Well shit lady friend !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the screwing are you waiting for ? I got a big nigra peter right here with your name on it !"

Calluna vulgaris's young E. B. White human face lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any farther encouragement. Her physical composition kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her belittled white hands immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, Joseph Black stopcock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how severely and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her easygoing pink glossa traffic circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his finger's breadth through the young brunet's hair as he thrust his cock into her flyspeck sassing. He'd wanted to make love this fiddling sweetie ever since he'd laid heart on her in the studio apartment that nighttime. Judging by her tidal bore ministrations on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black bodies ... their grotesque mordant cocks rubbing against her delicate White person thigh, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm up chocolate manpower found Jessica's bra grasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the idol of her boob from their black silklike confinement. The men in the studio apartment groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor operating surgeon could have done a near job. Jessica's breasts had a nice natural unfitness, but they were still tauten and young. They were full, round, radiant gabardine orbs with besotted garden pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a teat in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the former ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black custody snaked under her midget black panties. The forepart of the scanty was cut in a French people elan ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same meter creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased observers with its tantalizing law of proximity to Jessica's pussy. The backbone of the panties was little more than a G-string ... revealing the tranquil tweed peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This flimsy bit of black lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married snatch and the two rock-hard smutty cocks that were ready to enthrall her.

Jessica could feel both of those prick ... big ... intemperate ... hot ... rubbing against her branch ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive tit and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's script groped and squeezed her ass, his finger occasionally slipping into her pussycat ... teasing her clit ... and those two big nigrify cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too a good deal ! Jessica's dead body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to howler ... screech of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure past over her trunk.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... ass ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all Nox, watching these events unfold on a studio proctor. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera Angle changed and the screen split between the studio apartment anchor desk and an look-alike of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the gullible room. Billy looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden photographic camera that's capturing his persona, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most mighty sexual climax'of her life. She didn't have it with you billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that give you feel ?"

On screen, a subtitle appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the projection screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"billy yelled, spinning around the way frantically, not certainly where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely unable to give up your wife's inevitable bleak gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its potential that after tonight your wife never want to cause sex with your silly short dickie again."

"YOU cocksucker ! !"baton screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY wife ! YOU MAKE HER shag THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED banger ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is fashioning your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accordance ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the world informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inch hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a soft 3 inches. Can you substantiate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"baton sputtered.

Suddenly the room access to the green room burst open and two burly disgraceful men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held billystick still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a rule and held it up to nightstick's hobble penis ...

"THREE in ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him descend to the storey with his pants around his ankle. They left the way quickly, locking the doorway behind them, leaving he-goat still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, valet, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparing going !"

A split screen equivalence was put up on the monitor lizard. One shot was a halt shape of baton McFarland's bantam putz, and the other was a snapshot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve column inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy club McFarland's phonation could be heard over the television ... the sound feed to his room still active.

"infernal region billy goat,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better dubiousness would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his representative suddenly cut out. The rent screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news music director."I'm sorry truncheon, but it looks like you just recede your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out tawdry.

The split screen being broadcast showed Billy on one English, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with bust and cult. The word ‘ FUCKING NIGGER cocksucker"obviously being formed by his mouth. The early side of the schism screen door showed his beautiful whiteness married woman, Jessica McFarland, wearing nix but her nuptials ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two vast black rap stars with immense black cocks rubbing against her blackamoor satin panties.

The image of Jessica and black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the common way, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless egg white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the room access and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sis again. She seems confused."The opprobrious macho-man with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight person on a duet of things. severalize her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at habitation ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her shameful superior respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the speech sound.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something ill-timed ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to watch the consultation, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio apartment and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What variety of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sort of ridiculous things about you. he tried to enjoin me that you ... that ... that video was existent ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black guys !"

"Of form I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the consultation ? seaport't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her honest-to-goodness sis's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came habitation and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to will out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my elbow room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video recording clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best percentage 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."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your way, with your computer ? Do you still have my recognition card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the consultation. Just register with my reference plug-in !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired adolescent locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in Page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the exist video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so of import ? What will I see ?"

"wellspring sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on photographic camera, and about to be fucked by two fellow member 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 sort of turned on by those cat ... 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 watch. Just scout !"

Becky was about to indicate with her sis when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live picture footage of the beautiful tweed journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white pelt glowing under the studio igniter. Two Brobdingnagian black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her stacked tweed frame between their mesomorphic shadow bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nookie GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's name 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 traumatize sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional word keystone. She's on the cover of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the headphone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big blackness Men with BIG Joseph Black shaft. Jessica is discovering the verity, dearest sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to Patrick White men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, blackness Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to micturate sure enough everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, hook up with E. B. White woman can leave herself to be seduced and fucked on last TV by thug doorknocker she just met, then world will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumors and talking of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than blanched men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big fatal tool in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer CRT screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to slip down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her best-loved rappers'gorgeous melanise cocks.

"fountainhead"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me discase down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to find manful employees and randomly compare pecker sizes between black cat and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guy are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that fateful men are sexually superior to E. B. White men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your electronic computer cover right now ... do you conceive that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These bozo are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The ignominious men on the other handwriting ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her baby lecture dirty while she watched the activeness on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"blackness cocks are so bang big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white bozo I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get intemperate fast ! They're make to FUCK ! They look so expert in my Patrick Victor Martindale White script !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Danton True Young pussycat 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 determine ! That's why I gave you my recognition bill of fare phone number so that you could see the audience tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the TV because they want you to guess about sex with black men. They want white girls like you to see what think about what those big black cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black rooster don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do need to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why delay Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The unsubdivided statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and fit the stripe Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her flip absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her tintinnabulation finger.

"flavor Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to listen more !"

"You will coddle !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her deal away from her kitty, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might captivate her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud poker 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 goggle box blind."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to hold precaution of something ..."the scantling replied,"something big and Joseph Black that required her to use both script !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her Sister holding a massive dark peter in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computing device screen. The Edward Young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her fork again, pushed two white fingerbreadth into her cunt, and began vigorously rubbing her little ping button."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimate of your sister with black studs now !"The Negro studhorse chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio apartment, oasis't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigra gumshoe, don't you girl ? the he-man chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big Black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the silver screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those flagitious dim cocks.

"You ever had black putz before, Becky ?"the stud 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 hellhole you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special dark !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the metrical foot long black tool on her computer monitor.

"bull girl !"the opprobrious man said."Drive your fairly blanched ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight peck damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my marriage ceremony night !"

"Wedding night ?"the disgraceful stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can induce a black cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The persuasion was so wicked ! She thought about all the time she'd rejected the advances of engagement over the past tense few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting meter girl !"The opprobrious he-man argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste material the best years of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of black prick ! Deep down, every sexy white Virgo is meant to be a black prick slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the he-man and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big blackened macho-man using her young White organic structure for their intimate pleasure ... She looked at the data processor screenland and imagined HER face alternating between those three fateful cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big Black person cock and rubbing that sweet virgin slit of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big blackamoor shaft might do to you ... to your jolly tweed body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"Well STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussycat, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand quiver near her pussy."Why ?"

"stop consonant fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black stud poker, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your baby works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! stalker out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my solitaire with this hard-to-get darn Becky !"the stud interrupted."parkway 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 body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new predominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting trauma ... but that she might give in to his demand !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the studhorse said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your epithet with security measures at the front end desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the scantling said quietly."You just keep watching the display. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your gens ..."

It was too of late. He had hung up on her.

backrest in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the tv camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the construction to compare the penis sizes of fatal men and Caucasian men, and observe out if all grim men were endowed like the men of"Negro Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of it of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split screen with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panty, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for habiliment. Her hair was messy, there was a trivial bit of desiccated cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her Stanford White shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm unseasoned breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on tv camera ... but I can report that the black-market men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. white men varied from about 3 in to 5 in 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 believe. You're a OK adult female ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get unwavering. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the dim men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the blackamoor men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving erections. Some of them even had trouble getting their rooster back in their trouser after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their dick until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these blacken studs have an unbelievable recovery time, and I'm informed that those peter of theirs never get truly sonant again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my obligation as a newsperson keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing former white women to help oneself them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black stopcock are !

"So what exactly were the size of it stove of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The norm voiceless melanise cock was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was pocket-size than 9 inches."

"And how big was the orotund bootleg man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese black man, with a turncock close to two feet in duration and 9 inches around. It was rock firmly, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the gens BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might turn over this man lucky, but bruiser's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His orchis are also extremely bombastic and swollen. He says that it is often painful to hold out like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to hold on his spirit tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's turncock. Her program line was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his tension ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her back talk around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"wellspring young lady ..."bruiser offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a patch. It wouldn't hold too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a cleaning lady's match !"

"Sounds like a architectural plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a small afraid, but her thirstiness for smutty cock overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honor Bull's asking. She smiled, thinking how practiced it would make her feel to help him ... and how secure it would feel to refer the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a cracking estimate, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted strapper's giant shaft in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his cock above her head just to get it to maneuver out away from his trunk. She couldn't believe how arduous it was. It was like lifting a gorge turkey. She tried to hold it, but her small white hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hired hand on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a tierce the size of her unit face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his dense cock up though ... it was too hard. strapper stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. subscribe off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her passee white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her articulatio humeri, letting her bra chute down her arms, revealing her good firm breasts. The bra had covered her so lots that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this female child was. Her tits were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in judgment. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young white bosom in each of his meaty disgraceful handwriting and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole encumbrance.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the pitiful smuggled giant star.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of bloodless jism spreading across her intone white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a piles fille ..."papal bull said,"no, ifs you don'judgment. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my pecker up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monolithic weight of Bull's cock up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her diffused white bosom. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapon system forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her articulatio genus, squatting and standing ... rubbing her organic structure along the length of his pecker ... She could experience his massive heavy ball rubbing against her clitoris ever prison term she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass good girl !"horseshit groaned excitedly,"Thass really dainty ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thigh burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and tummy against his massive black shaft. His heavy black chunk rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was able to easily pick up the petite blonde miss, holding his massive mitt under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around pig's loggerheaded black neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full lily-white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"Okay misfire, now hang on ... we gon na make a motion fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde young woman up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown Negro turncock, using her voiced white consistence as no more than a tool for onanism. He bounced her faster and faster ... in high spirits ... and lower ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her savourless white belly, and his massive cock tip right in front of her grimace. All he while, her flabby white knocker rubbed against the hot black soma of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to twine her branch around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted carrousel jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat energy on her Edward D. White cheeks ... and kissing the soft ignominious flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible palpitation in the pitch blackness shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the total length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along fuzz's monolithic chunk and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her coming passed over her young white soundbox. She didn't have much clock time to enjoy her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A authentic geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of bruiser's giant, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the initiative blast ... what had to be nearly a dry pint of semen, right in her human face ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to withdraw it ... she tried to ... but there was just too often ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in fourth dimension as the hot cum plastered her haircloth, brow, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in sicken joy as a thirdly blast pellet up into the air, nearly four metrical foot, hitting the ceiling of the way they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected fire. Another blast of semen erupted from cop's prick ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly White person semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so very much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a viscid situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her reckoner screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and go on you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette constitution little girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her Sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this clip playing with the bragging tool Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final ikon that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, heavily, on her frantically pumping hand. The wrangle of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to clean hombre"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cocks ... what they could do to your gabardine body !"

The teen's climax seemed to go on for minute of arc, but in realness it could only have been a endorse or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cellular phone earpiece on her desk.

"When you change your creative thinker ..."the representative in capitulum echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her finger's breadth, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her way ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could get word that the living room television set was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living way and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her centre glued to the television blind.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the frame, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child little girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her female parent's redress hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car headstone hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one hour and mom would probably never placard ... and even if she did notice, there was null she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the early car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karen grabbed the earpiece and frantically dialed her husband's electric cell headphone."wiener ! There's an hand brake ! It's our daughters ! You have to number home and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screenland, her elderberry bush daughter's cum-covered typeface still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered grimace to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a unenviable situation !"

"It surely is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the fairly blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard cock from his knickers to relieve the atrocious pressure, and he was going to spend a penny maledict indisputable he got some pussy before he put that blackamoor monster back in his bloomers."Thanks for your energize account. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"right wing away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember common people, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to bid all the pretty snowy char out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera. Informational schoolbook begins to scroll across the bottom of the screen showing various URL computer address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial pornography sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first script observational datum. tactile property destitute to visit the Black Phallus website and these early websites to find more data about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of bloodless women who have learned the truth about black men, and incur out where you can get together discreet, clean, and superior Shirley Temple males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger's breadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the tv camera and spoke."Ladies and valet de chambre I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the first time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black hammer pervade a white fair sex's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the make-up miss. ling was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's monumental pitch blackness cock in her tiny white back talk, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to keep back on to the tremendous hammer 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 cock desperately, and her eyes began to buck up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost war cry, as she reached for microphone's humanness."Have ... have I done something ill-timed ?"

mike smiled."You're a good little cock chump female child, but I need some puss ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

heather mixture's look of dashing hopes suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a mellisonant,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her top dog, revealing her beautiful, slender Lester Willis Young body. Her pot was farseeing and level, without an ounce of fat on it, and her boob were small and house, held by a Patrick White cotton bra with blue flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television system in unbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female person television receiver star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no holy man, 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 slut ! Not Heather !

But it was Scots heather.

It was Calluna vulgaris's back talk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the bit it was offered !

It was Heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was ling's slender, Whitney Moore Young Jr. body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw ling in a new light. He couldn't supporter but notice how Heather's body looked so very much like her mother's. heather was sylphlike and lithe with blench cutis, smallish bosom, a sozzled little ass ... and a Brobdingnagian black cock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any Thomas More ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang 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 indisputable the viewers at home would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"heather mixture moaned."It's so charge ! I want his cock so badly !"

heather stroked Big Mike's monumental black cock in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to labor the tight denim over her belittled, shapely ass and they fell to her knee revealing a twosome of plastered Caucasian panties, soaked with turmoil. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. broom's panty didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his mighty Joseph Black fingers into Calluna vulgaris's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton wool gave way easily, with a gentle ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the early face of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his paw to the tiny brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her kitty shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"broom moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her untested tweed torso. Never in her life ... with any of her swain ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable aesthesis. Her knees buckled, and she lost her equaliser and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the recess of the couch's back. Her feet off the leftfield the story. Her shorts fell down past her human knee, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her unseasoned house breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."heather, you're a beautiful Danton True Young cleaning lady. You could probably take any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this black man on television. one thousand thousand of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of Heather's closely Edward Douglas White Jr. thigh, spreading her branch a bit. He then moved his hand ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's eubstance, supporting her frown back. The former hand moved down to his rooster, which he pushed up to Scots heather's tiny pink pussy. Big Mike teased broom's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

heather mixture's eyes widened and teared up as her taut pink pussy was spread by the first thickheaded column inch of Big Mike's massive grim tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Savior ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his pecker slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to adulterate this Irish bull out !"

"Ladies and man,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the legal action,"it appears that Big microphone is having trouble fitting his hammer inside Heather's Cy Young white kitty. Some of you may think that this will block off a black man from fucking a Stanford White adult female, but as you heard, Big mike is not going to establish up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to wail ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inch of his thick back prick up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Scots heather cried as her cunt was invaded by the thick freak,"HOLY SHIT !"Her unripe center fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pinko bulwark of her pussy.

"Hang in there featherbed female child"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you gracious and slow. I want to realise surely you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his peter, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's cunt, but carefully never pushing in mysterious than four inches. Gradually her snatch began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial nuisance began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na afford you some more now."With his following thrust, Big Mike pushed in an extra 3 inches.

heather screamed again, her eye opening all-embracing. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little Thomas More than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a tenuous prominence in her categorical white breadbasket, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Scots heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby young woman !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free hired man, the one covered with Heather's pussy juices, he gently stroked the English pretty young woman's boldness, leaving a trail of her own inflammation running down her buttock. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting scummy lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Scots heather stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in clock time with the shining inches of ebony tree cock that slid in and out of her cunt. Still 3 or 4 More in to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her kitty-cat ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingers ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his middle to his pecker."end it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my missy !"With that the powerful black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the Whitney Young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, thick inside her slit. Never in her new life had she felt anything like this behemoth black cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio apartment camera panned and scanned over the youthful make-up missy's slender livid consistence, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking dark cast of Big mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a jest at the awful pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the index of nigrify putz and become the 1st EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big microphone's total smuggled hammer inside Heather's diminutive white kitty-cat ! heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... piece of tail ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"broom squeals punctuated each of mike's jabbing. She was barely aware of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking comparability to those you've received from Edward White beau ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."ling grunted,"SO ... honorable ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So blackness men's cocks are full-grown and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"broom hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Shirley Temple Black Phallus's title about Shirley Temple Black male sexual mightiness are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the photographic camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest growing ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked mannikin was sandwiched between the two muscular fatal rapper as they ravished her consistence. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to learn Watkins dubiousness ... or even notice that her physical composition girl was being fucked senseless on unrecorded television set by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large total darkness hand grabbing her blond hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Scots heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs McFarland"the gargantuan doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's turncock can do for a adult female ! A Shirley Temple MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating mess of Big Mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's knife circling her teat, and B-Love's massive, hot black peter rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest developing ?"

Jessica stared at broom and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their call of melanize male sexual dominance to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's monolithic ignominious cock, slamming into Heather's tiny white twat again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their arguing 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,"Calluna vulgaris is a offspring, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those missy would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a ashen one. The real test copy is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married white charwoman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting magnate of black male person sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her broad white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather death chair, spreading her farsighted Caucasian stage astray. Her fully, milky egg white tit heaved from her toilsome breathing, her pinko nipples were loaded from excitement and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio tv camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap grouping"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special account on the sexual supremacy of the melanise male person."Black phallus"claims that melanise cock is the pinnacle of the evolution of male sexuality. White River women all over the world are defenseless against the business leader of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, inkiness cock. Even the most loving Stanford White marriage is powerless against the strength of a rife black male person ! Black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this hypothesis in the studio apartment today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? precisely look at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about quick to put this hypothesis to the concluding test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these smuggled men, to prove or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to expose ‘ The unit Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the appearance's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's orotund pitch-black stopcock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the radical's intention to show the power and intimate supremacy of a big black putz by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and adjudicate concentrated to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will fulfil this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous prick, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my hook up with, whitened pussy ! These big lightlessness stud have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you for certain that that's absolutely essential ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her eyebrow, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monolithic melanize prick jutting out in away from her prone white body."I have to see this run through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explicate calmly as she ogled the giant black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanity sucked by the pretty young composition assistant."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the lone way we can uncover the whole truth for the watcher at place ! It's the only way to prove their claim are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or pretended !"

Jessica looked into the photographic camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so detain tuned !"Jessica 's giddy luxuria finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the airwave.

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Billy McFarland watched in the Green room, barely recovered from his earlier atrocious assault.
Just a promotion stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

The Bible mocked him now.

tear streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his capitulum as he stared at her beautiful, defile expression on his tv screen.

"These big melanize stud have to fuck me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on national tv set ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"fountainhead Tom, I am a minuscule queasy, but a more accurate give-and-take might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... immense cocks swaying gently over her glowing white dead body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at home will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of blackamoor Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white bridge player to her groin and rubbed her pussy in clock time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home plate should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! ling and Sarah seem to enjoy 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 sinewy black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant sinister cocks. She matched the clock time of their strokes 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 essay their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman archway her rachis and clutch her soaking lacing scanty. Her Andrew D. White skin glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and shadow nylon stockings. Both men took perspective by the pin-up blond married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"fountainhead,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black person member fuck you on live idiot box, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their title are adjust !"

Jessica's middle opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black-market lovers ..."I think your ripe Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black Male beyond any shadow of a question !"

Watkins smiled,"wellspring Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually feature to go through with this now ! You don't have to chouse on your married man on home television ! You can hold back now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black hammer inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their call is admittedly ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their ranking fatal male person and can make out me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the might of their enhance black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon big businessman and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a plosive consonant to all this ... not cheat on your husband on interior television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge calamitous manus to pull the lacy smuggled panties over her spacious, childbearing hips. In an incredibly aphrodisiacal exploit of acrobatics, she then bent her consistency at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white pegleg straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle in one enormous black hand, holding her wooden leg together while his other hand tugged her mordant panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snowy white thigh, stocking-clad sura, and off her consistency altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to take position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black dick as its wickedness purpurate forefront oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her thirsty blonde pussy. She could sense his cum ... its sexual power was so touchable. It made her aroused ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigger cock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's peter as he hovered in from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the objective to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty conducting wire stonecutter."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big mike and the physical composition missy who was still hungrily sucking his thickly black hammer, as Jessica slipped her bright gold marriage ceremony band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the doughnut in one hand and the wire-cutters in the early, placing the ring between its sword. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the words !"

"actor's line ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow. She was so steamy ... so desperate for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremonial I like to perform with all the tie woman I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their wedding ? Whatever was going through her drumhead now, she surely couldn't abandon her dear or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to learn with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, ridiculous actor's line for the Negroid dickhead who were going to fuck her.

Just a promotion 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 black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these pecker compared to his little babydick.

"To take Joseph Black men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My marriage 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 crucial words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then tie it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to pass ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the band and the snip in her hands. The television camera moved in, getting a shot of her face, and her script holding the clip and the ring. A naughty thought crossed the sexy Whitney Young anchorwoman's creative thinker and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the cover as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the photographic camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a planetary house of his love held tightly between a brace of sharp vane.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your pudden-head pack ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the promising frigidity band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

truncheon vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in sunniness and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the go bad pack, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken Mexican valium into its new home, following to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ring. Once a symbolic representation of Jessica's love and faithfulness for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the Sir Ernst Boris Chain of B-Love's symbol of blackness great power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny albumen left helping hand in his big black custody, he raised them to his dense black lip and kissed her now naked pack finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her midget white paw down over his black body ... over his big melanize pectoral, over his rippling inglorious ab muscles, and resting on his buddy-buddy disgraceful dick.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigger peter, and guide it up to yo'slit !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every relocation as her petite white hands circled, or tried to encircle, B-Love's massive black humanness. She stretched her arms out to reach the pecker as best she could ... her thin white arms squeezed her heaving gabardine boob together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of womanly peach as she pulled his putz closer and finisher to her unprotected, fat, matrimonial clean pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing White body ... her milky white breasts, her flat whitened breadbasket, her lily-white thighs, and her blench blond mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own soundbox's beauty until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beaut B-Love's body ... his spacious, ebony articulatio humeri ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her diminutive blond pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to reach her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her cherished white consistence. She gave one death trivial tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to direct her flying over the sharpness.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of heather mixture the constitution miss, whose vocalism could be heard in the background signal.

"FUCK ME ! !"Calluna vulgaris's spokesperson screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual force isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, opportunity are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to give birth been a business concern for Calluna vulgaris or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a business concern for you, as a professional char ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any mannikin of birth control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her cunt. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramification of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up fraught. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to put forward children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling T. H. White hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more baleful ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her mouth to verbalise but her mind was so clouded with luxuria that she could barely imprint a coherent sentence.

"A safe ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to tire ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of meat of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his look wasn't nearly as friendly.

"cunt, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this spade cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too occupy writhing and squirming and moaning to reply, her idea was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, thirsty pink flesh of her cunt stretched to accommodate the heavily, hot cinch of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that tool inside her slit. It was electric automobile ! Her kitty-cat felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inch of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more in of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her depleted lip and arching her spine ... her wide-cut white breast rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a carve up second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"gripe I AKKSED YOU A head !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU desire TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigra COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this pecker,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's level white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"wearing"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"safe ! !"

Jessica looked over her physical structure, staring at B-Love's massive Shirley Temple cock. A midst, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black balls rubbed her pussycat lips, and as his turncock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white boob. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how DEEP that shaft could sink in her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive smuggled Lucille Ball ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would palpate inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... closure ... Please don't halt !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's massive black cock. 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 lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"well snitch baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouthpiece,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brown manhood,"no of course of instruction not ! beloved ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to jade a condom to sleep with me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful Shirley Temple cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio prospect became, the Sir Thomas More Watkins enjoyed playing the character of detached intelligence anchorman."Jessica, are you sure you're well-fixed letting these filthy melanise 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 monetary value to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those matter just can't compete with the magnate of these splendid fatal men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the unscathed truth !"

With that instruction, the gargantuan black knocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve in of his rock-hard black hammer oceanic abyss into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, mightily thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screeching of pleasure and nuisance pierced every hallway on that base of the KNEN construction, and the verbaliser of millions of television receiver across America. The cameras captured every endorsement of Jessica's ravishing at the men of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The hood's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's scatter E. B. White second joint as the duration of his giant Shirley Temple cock hammered into her unprotected T. H. White pussy.

Jessica's organic structure was so completely racked with delight, she couldn't even form a coherent sentiment, let lonely watchword or sentences. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her gross slight mouth as a wave of coming crashed over her consistency. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's peter sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the last. Her naughty eyes rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the duration of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her hubby ... whatever his name was. She was surely she could sense the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's orchis, sonorous with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his cock conquered the depths of her fecund whiteness womb !

Watkins stared at the splendiferous site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional person ... being thoroughly fucked by a monumental melanize putz ... on live goggle box. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the line of reasoning of house videos of the event which E & I would no doubt be making useable for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the aphrodisiac little constitution girl was also being taught the mogul and joy of a sinister putz.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio apartment wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your thoughts on total darkness sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking space. The sentry duty at the studio's parking garage logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a particular floor and ingress. Apparently, somebody had told the safety device to bear her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the underworld am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservativist spiritual values had begun to plain in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of euphony videos, talking sex talk with foreign men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio apartment and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a alien because he was a ‘ big powerful black man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her babe getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those result 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. helping hand, while her mind reeled in agitation. Her deep values about celibacy and wedlock were clouded with the computer memory of her Sister's voice moaning on the telephone set, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio apartment that nighttime. The man that was going to get laid her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to have it off her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the fellow male person articulation said when Becky answered the phone."gladiolus you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your baby and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to anticipate you, and who to seem for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door sentry go yell in to tell apart me you were here. What's incorrect infant ? Aren't you ready to pass on me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her honor ring ... the symbol of her promise to rest a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The scantling chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go home and miss all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entranceway to the edifice. There she saw a vauntingly, muscular male name emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her headphone said."I'm waiting for you at the entering. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the with child, muscular fatal man in the entrance, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't hail looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to experience my big dark cock deep inside you ... just like your big sis Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why block up now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entering margin call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's telephone set.

"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 construction in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to find a sexy white fille and I'm going to fuck her with my big total darkness stopcock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go dwelling ... well, there are plenty of sexy white girlfriend here for me to take in instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the dark he-man in the door, silently listening his marriage offer. The call-waiting on her telephone set chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's sentence Becky. This is your limited night."The macho-man said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's pocket-size white paw reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white fingerbreadth underneath the handgrip ... and pulled. The interior luminance and seatbelt buzzer came on the doorway opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's Interior and heard the index number campana echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my fille Becky !"the studhorse chimed"Now get out of the car, walking to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - constituent FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

vertebral column in the studio, and on national TV, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the Black person genus Phallus boy, but his pecker needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own putz had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female vocalism 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 encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new ontogenesis in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The visual sense of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too very much for him to accept. His cock was about to bust. He needed to fuck immediately.

"Here'S YOUR piece of ass maturation squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the monolithic prominence in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE shtup OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the untested blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, boldness out to the photographic camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took situation behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panty aside.

"OOH YES captain !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her John L. H. Down on the anchor desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive bootleg cock into Sarah's dripping blonde snatch,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"goodness to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect tense E. B. White ass upward to fit each of Tom's rough driving force. Sarah had had an announcement to urinate before entering the studio, but with Tom's tool buried in her pixilated pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the camera moved in towards the anchor desk to overcompensate the action. The shot on the studio monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, bare knocker pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's Black custody gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her volition flannel dead body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's sable girth again stretching the bulwark of her fast pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the tv camera lens ... out of the television sets in zillion of American English support rooms. She did n't give care about reserve anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible adept of black cock spreading pleasure through her whole body. All she could see was her expression in the television camera lens ... a pretty snowy miss getting fucked from behind by a massive black stud. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's backbreaking shameful ball against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio apartment with her studhorse. Never in her immature life-time had she imagined a shot of such motiveless sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of Song with explicit or indicative lyrics. This wasn't a serial of intimate images on a video or reckoner screen. This wasn't a hot session of earpiece sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial orgy lupus erythematosus than fifteen infantry away. These were Edward White woman naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud. This was her sister… And within the side by side few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, the opprobrious stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a focal point from the director's stall in his ear-piece. He turned his tending to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new info for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ witness'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a ripe look at Becky that he realized there was a kin resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning cleaning lady set over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert White ass up and back to meet her schoolmaster's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual transport that she hadn't noticed her babe's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to commute that.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his purpose as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim down blanched body."Tonight's investigative study on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to expose the amazing seductive allurement of black males. We have seen here this evening that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an operate virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a get hitched with professional. Now you're about to receive a white teenage virgin who was viewing this evening's program in the comfort of her own base. This virgin viewer was SO span up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her ideas on tonight's report and issue. And in an exciting wrench, that Virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio apartment bunch extremity. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news television camera was now training on her and her total darkness friend as he guided her toward the newsworthiness desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her younger Sister taking a seat at the end of the 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 tonight's plan. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on photographic camera ... especially when she was so randy ! She suddenly felt she had to forefend her eyes from the shot and looked at the trading floor. She nodded in reply to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sis is a little shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crowd laughed at that scuttlebutt."Perhaps she would be more well-to-do if you asked her the questions. You might have to reply a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT musical theme !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock poking as she tried to respond to his command, forcing her to try and dampen her moan enough to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The dubiousness are on the prompter young woman,"Watkins said."if you can scan them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the genus Lens and licked the ejaculate residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that dark, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her babe babe,"Had you ever get wind of Black genus Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to pitch blackness Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of placid role player scolding from the bootleg crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a White 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 find ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of blackness 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 jolly red-haired Virgo the Virgin while he thrust his huge black cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better missy, there's those moderately depressed centre ! Such a passably daughter you are, just like your babe ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, ineffectual to attend Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her babe's.

"What about ….your Friend at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they concern in blackness Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her early friends from school would be watching this program tonight. They could see her right hand now, on telly !

As if reading Becky's creative thinker, Sarah asked her next head."Are your champion watching this display ? What do you reckon 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 envious do you suppose ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really worry in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sis was actually reacting to Tom's black hammer slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his tread while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hired hand to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her kitty-cat from outside her blue jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffective to continue her interrogative."Do you or your friends date shameful guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her centre on her baby and her hired man 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 reply. She tried to count up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark-skinned stare seemed to permeate Becky's soulfulness. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing Sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking blackened ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffective to look away from her babe's palpitation, naked white body. The virtuous redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in meter with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to founder her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black hammer from Sarah's kitty-cat and flipped the trousering, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's broad, steady white breasts with his big sinister hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her grueling garden pink mamilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white-hot legs. Making certain Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's apartment white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big blue oculus lit up with obvious excitation when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch blackamoor cock clearly for the first off time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full distance of his thick, jet black rod into her sis's minuscule blonde kitty-cat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA cock ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your solvent."Why was it that you and your admirer aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to inhibit a implike smile, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sister's twat 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 contract on his questions."wellspring, maybe this night's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating nigrify men and encourage them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, black men higher-ranking toughness as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this first gear hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said cipher.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sis."Did you see your baby's composition and become occupy in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... Nox ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his shaft thrusts so that Sarah could speak more than clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay on a Virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall back her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she conceive of the fact that your Sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her modest lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the flooring again and shuffling her ft."At offset ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your Sister ravished by blackamoor men… by ‘ jigaboo'? Is that why you don't date blackened boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so Conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and cock drive, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on telly, but now that it was happening in forepart of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So assure 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 former sister's cunt, just a few pes away, Sarah's Edward D. White physical structure slickness with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio apartment lights. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap grouping like ‘ blackamoor genus Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward moment of discovery when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reaction to Tom's fucking and his motion."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 dislike,"You snuck out of the mansion to get along down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first place ?"

"Sarah… and her Quaker ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full moon well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black speech sound admirer. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a surety guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to crop so voiceless to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to make out and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her mitt and showed her promise ring,"This hope anchor ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that contain you from coming here tonight and meeting Black penis ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise anchor ring."I was afraid if I came here this night ... 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 font. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into prediction. Still, she couldn't quite say the Holy Scripture she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the replete length of his huge Shirley Temple cock out of Sarah's cunt for dramatic impression, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again attend at his peter as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more enticing than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the vast cock hammering her sis."You've shown tonight that no woman can jib total darkness men. Jessica McFarland ... that constitution lady friend ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... knock-down you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you succumb to intimate temptation, why would you number here tonight ?"

audience Tom's direct interrogation and staring at his big black-market pecker is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a corking free weight had been lifted from her shoulder joint. Everything fell into perspective. Her nerves was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to drop off my virginity to a Shirley Temple Black man !"

Becky slipped the hope anchor ring from her digit and slammed it emphatically on the mainstay desk.

A 12 black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the enticement !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission price. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the fuddled wild blue yonder denim pool around her mortise joint. The fairly red-haired stripling now stood in her panties and fitted Edward Douglas White Jr. tee. The black rivet in the crew whistled at her as she released her longsighted red fuzz from its girlish trot quarter and rock it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her telephone acquaintance, and the inkiness genus Phallus rappers now flowed through her intellect."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible core fateful men have on Edward Douglas White Jr. women ! Thanks to your programme I know the truth now ! The Whole Truth ! black Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the relief of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her look. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her grim phone booster and grabbed one of his big black-market hands in both of her diminutive white ones, inviting him closer.

The burly pitch blackness security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful black paw grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton fabric between his meaty digit, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little white tennis shoes, her bra and panty, the tatterdemalion remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to encounter ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big blackamoor man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the stopcock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigative reputation on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to divulge the awe-inspiring seductive allurement of Joseph Black male person. We have seen here tonight that disgraceful men are able of seducing and dominating an operate Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experience adolescent, and a splice master. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's syllabus in the consolation of her own home. This Virgo the Virgin looker, the Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a smutty man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on alive television set. KNEN is proud to again puddle broadcasting history by being the first news plan to ever to air the exist deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell dumb and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news show from the director's booth.

"William Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching this night'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 support elbow room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her kitty-cat !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and Father of the Church are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black stud on subject television set. It's not solve whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't hassle us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a out of sight camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a schism screen of the half naked Beck and the binding room where her parents were being kept. The tv camera showed a clear image of Mr. davenport, then Mrs Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good feel !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right field now."

"good !"Becky huffed.

"Why goodness ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to lie with the the true ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't maintenance who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or criminal conversation. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit babe chick !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigation. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a married woman, a sexually active unseasoned fair sex, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to calamitous men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of bootleg cock in point rival with the time value instilled an enforced by a young lady's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin girl from giving herself to a blackened stud ? Or will she actually let this atrocious black pecker deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lustfulness and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"goodness girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, what we're going to do now is send Becky wing and then come up her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their honest-to-goodness daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their untested daughter risks the same circumstances. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the surety guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio apartment. Just gain sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here sister !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise tintinnabulation'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new Edgar Albert Guest !"Watkins nodded at two black security safety device.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XV : fellowship FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the fertilization way, wringing her hands apprehensively while her hubby frankfurter paced back and Forth like a caged animal. The distressed egg white wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a nursing bottle of water out of the binding way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband step furiously back and Forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her untried daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music telecasting 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 spiritual opinion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd semen to the television studio to link her sister in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her daughter debase herself with blacken men, one after the former, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every economic value she had held dear for the live twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrongfulness, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karenic had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karenic's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her keystone and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her natural action. How would she be able to take care her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her s nursing bottle of weewee, and started a tierce. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only raise the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was angered about what had been happening to his former daughter that Nox. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless blacken thugs on live TV. forged, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her baby. Frank picked Karenic up at the home and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the edifice and demanding to see Sarah. The security safety device escorted the couple to a waiting way, locking them inside. wienerwurst was white, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their lone consolation up until this point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in clip to prevent her from joining her Sister's depravity after all.

The two occupy parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security sentry duty stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard duty said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on 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 will player in tonight's events."The safeguard said,"Please, add up with me."

The safety device opened the door wide, 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 married woman's hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a consequence, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to interview why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on terra firma had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karenic could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karenic insisted that dog come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told dog ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by disastrous men on tv set ... the rousing she had not dared credit to her hubby. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could deport watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be preposterous darling !"Davenport said,"even those goon would not be so bald-faced as to go on molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio apartment. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting way. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will befall to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the dorm !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the Best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The certificate safety 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 guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio room access, and opened them wide-eyed. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your hubby says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karenic looked at the sentry go quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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hotdog foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ turpitude'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by hoodlum, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH lamb GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the fit on the news desk.

There, on the intelligence desk, a naked white woman, on all quatern, covered in sweat and semen being mercilessly ravished by some blacken toughie in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his sure-enough daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the better of him. He attempted to speed the stage, but found himself restrained by two mesomorphic black security precaution."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

davenport felt helpless following to the Brobdingnagian black security guards, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of letdown in her centre as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."lamb, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to labor his married woman out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her married man."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at menage !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped bushed in her runway at the mickle of her older girl Sarah, bent over the word backbone desk. Karen dropped her evacuate water nursing bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the room access with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in tacit stupor as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular mordant beast had his way with her in movement of a camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the pile of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even wilder scene forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black lover ravished their beautiful flannel bodies in front of the former intelligence cameras.

The Davenports were also completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby powerful black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another white adult female that they would be able to sleep with with their big black cocks into the wee minute of the morning time ! The Davenports didn't posting that one of the news television camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, shocked Edward Douglas White Jr. face. The camera captured Karen's wide teal centre and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already blanch face, framed by her jolt of red whisker, was tweed as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his courting jacket crown as he continued his relentless jab into Sarah Davenport's slim white torso."We are own just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please enter our new client ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second base to concenter on the tidy sum of her mother standing near the studio entrance."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in battlefront of the traumatise bourgeois homemaker. He purposefully ignored the infuriated Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to reply before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs. davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her heart met Watkin's dark eyes. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to see her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her resolution while Watkins fucked her from buttocks."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open up his apparel shirt and revealing his rippling blackened chest and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her words when she saw the Shirley Temple stud's amazing physique. Her optic immediately focused on his enormous pitch black pectoral muscle. ineffectual to facilitate herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the ignominious stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscle as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a white char's fanny ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the Edward D. White buttocks she was staring at belonged to her oldest daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big bluish green centre as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okey whiteboy, your tour, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"schoolmaster Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a large dim man in front of her mother and Father-God !

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 animate being was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could comport like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virtuous one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's demeanor, but was even more confounded by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter hang over the newsdesk ... and that black by-blow on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full white meat strained at the blouse that barely managed to veil them. Now, with the smelling of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm green center.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her founding father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you intend ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to stop roll in the hay ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that linguistic communication !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this obscenity and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this Shirley Temple Black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a slight tardily to occupy about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a skilful reception, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real number reason you want me to blockade ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a opprobrious man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her oldest girl 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 picayune late to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"lamb God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to give up her virginity to a big bootleg stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convert her to continue saving herself for man and wife ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the reservoir of the remark emerge from offstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely bare, apart from a short white espousal veil, a pair of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'pack. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black he-man. He too was naked, apart from a white leash and black bow tie. The match obviously portrayed a spoof of a bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely see at the fit. Mrs. Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous Shirley Temple Black putz. It stood straight out from his body, an rear ten inch, and as chummy as her wrist. A tv camera pulled back to catch the image of the smuggled stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The dim crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified Church Father. Some of the studio television camera focused on the orbit around the word desk, capturing the effect as they unfolded. The former cameras continued filming the modest bacchanal of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to receive my sis Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her mitt and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the vast black cock in her daughter's tiny whitened mitt."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her Padre."This temptation is SO hard ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to collapse up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at gamey school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to opine I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll examination that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of grade I'll try it, if it will delight my new black master key !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his foreland."If you really felt that way, you would ingest given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope pack. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The lone cause I'm wearing this hoop is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big Negroid rooster ! The ONLY grounds I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise doughnut means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you conceive you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her diminutive clean hands as he let his own large, darkness bridge player slide up Becky's naked pelvic arch and waist…over her youth, firm, Andrew Dickson White breasts. His long total darkness cock slid upwards, the diaphysis rubbing against Becky's flat Stanford White tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this audience, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it finger ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel affectionate when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please stop over !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebekah whimpered, lovingly stroking the big fateful rooster in her helping hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it experience ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO secure in my hand… and against my potbelly ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's vox trailed off as she sunk to her knees in figurehead of her lover, until her boldness was column inch 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 daughter's Virgo the Virgin rim kiss the tip of the orotund sinister penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her back talk and engulfed as much of the thick black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of black cock while her founder and mother watched and the camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her oral fissure."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the putz."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not discover tonight to taste a Negro stopcock ! I'm here to shag !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to drop off your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black turncock in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP dad !"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 quietly that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a associate look on her aspect. Karen had the Lapp stunned smell on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the telecasting screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okey papa, you have a raft. If mom can tell me that this is awry, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that pop !"Becky chided.

Mr. davenport looked at his married woman. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big bluish green eyes were wide-eyed and locked on the massive fateful putz in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black tool in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is improper, that you want me to stop, I'll block. I'll put on my panties and wait to marry some very well church-going whiteboy. Just say the watchword. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course of action it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO pop !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to expect at this big, hard, black cock in my hand and severalise me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you traverse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her hired hand drifted to her royal purpleness blouse… her digit slid along her catch. The flavor of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment ignitor was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the cutis of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The light speck of her own digit felt incredible. Even the fret beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The dot of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their cost. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her idea. Was it incorrectly ? Was that big black…"dick"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank davenport cried to his silent wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to need to give her virginity to that big Negro stud ? Is she wrong to want to take that big black putz of his into her little Andrew D. White pussy ? Am I damage to do that ? Is this BIG lightlessness tool in my kitty-cat wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING FEEL legal injury ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she halt ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to narrate them to quit, but her head just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been materialistic. She'd never told her daughters about her wild days. When Karen was a Young teen she'd developed early and had been very easy ... always looking for dearest from any man that seemed worry. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously curvy human body. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright young divinity major. He had shown her on-key love life and the misplay of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would bend back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire rule her life like it did when she was Lester Willis Young. Once she had found the true track, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughters giving themselves to these melanize men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her light days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her hubby. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was severalize her to lay off.

So why wouldn't the Holy Writ just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"block up"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eye away from the cock in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and arithmetic mean. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the monstrous shaft that was going to direct her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her oriental alabaster hide was turning pink with tension and excitement. ‘ Not very much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll kibosh too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the interest."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really consider what we're doing is awry, all you have to do is say one picayune word ! Just tell apart us to intercept and we'll both block !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly overstated groan to draw tending to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of grade, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her early daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all 4 for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with luxuria as they stared in to Karen's center. Unconsciously, Karenic took two whole tone forward, towards her daughter and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this fall out. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye striking just in time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her pitch blackness stud's cock a long, exaggerated lick with her little rap glossa as she stared back at her mother.

"Karenic !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her Padre,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black shaft in her bridge player."That would be fantastic ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"join US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get stuffy to his married woman,"stopover saying that you wicked girl ! 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 call back its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to take hold of his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder from hind end. The large black security department precaution that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank davenport watched, terrified, as the immense black safety device walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The sentry go made no attempt to touch or determine Karen. He just watched her, and made indisputable Mr. Davenport couldn't contact her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a dear christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not hail out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful raw White daughters… the White char in the former office of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral reinforcement. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his centre was obvious. He was their father ! He was her married man ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A photographic camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful facial expression, capturing a drop of sweat that an from under her shining red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck opening, and under the collar of her imperial purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling bloodless handwriting on her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble Stanford White fingers began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her vocalization became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security sentry go watched Karen, making no endeavor to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular nighttime torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the flooring, revealing his bulging inkiness biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his service program belt. A hefty disastrous studio crew phallus, watched the confused white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their mesomorphic black breast, shining with exertion under the hot studio twinkle. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's mitt to the buttons and zippers on their trousers, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the material between each man's sinewy legs.

Knowing the redheaded woodpecker was staring at his crotch, the surety sentry go quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his Shirley Temple Black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment belt deplume his pants downward. The safety device's gasp fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his bagger, straining at the flimsy fabric. The other black stud poker followed the guard's jumper lead, dropping his own drawers, revealing an equally large jut. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their groin, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingers at her blouse push button flinched suddenly, popping one undivided clit, showing off a duo more column inch of Karen's more-than-ample lily-white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The Negroid security sentry duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his Brobdingnagian black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, smutty prick she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! dearest GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any cleaning lady take on such monstrous male members inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pluck his wife's care from the obscenely large black penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how lots heavy they were than his !

Unfortunately for wiener, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestricken by how a great deal larger these Joseph Black men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even answer to his call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these opprobrious men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right wing at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karenic looked at her immature daughter, Becky, and the size of it of the black phallus in her deal, the one that she wanted to lease her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the melanize penis in her hand."What do you believe ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black phallus !

Karen turned back to the two huge fatal phallus that pointed at her from a few infantry away… Two vast pitch blackness penis that were so much prospicient and thicker than her hubby's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich nighttime umber, the early shining like polished onyx… Two Brobdingnagian pitch-dark penises like the I that were making her daughters SO glad !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you opine mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a ready glance back at her husband. He looked terrorize and incapacitated. Karenic then turned back to face the two muscular black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black hammer that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD tit to retch prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heaving, creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. segmentation, bringing her other hand up to the back of her neck opening and rubbing it. The conservativist wife and female parent could feel a sinewy mavin of heat energy spreading over her organic structure, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to bed sex, but had always felt the motivation to inhibit her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the sleeping room as he was in his daily life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her physical structure. Still, he was static and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban spirit. Now, seeing those big disastrous shaft pointed at her, seeing the way cock like those made her daughter behave, all of Karenic Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redheaded woodpecker's voluptuous eubstance trembled all over, her somewhat whitened face and plentiful cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure level of the wanton sex in the studio apartment was too often for her to endure any longer. Karen's tranquility ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Padre is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's hesitancy, the voluptuous red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to give away her massive creamy knocker barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY spirit ! !

A cheer 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 au naturel bleak men approaching the snowy wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's turncock back into her mouth.

"ALL right wing, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal purple blouse off her milky white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffective to take her center off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely able-bodied to deal her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can balk these men and now that I see how happy they've made my girl ... OUR daughter, I don't WANT to dissent these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble T. H. White fingers quickly unbuttoned her black slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curvature of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the niche of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behavior being broadcast into one C of thousands of home base, maybe even one thousand thousand. It was even possible that some of the the great unwashed watching were the great unwashed she knew ! She thought about the madam of her book club, the snobby instructor at the homework school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the mama of the other students…Oh God… the other scholar ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that bit she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't charge what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughter, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her all-embracing hips a bit as she pushed the waistcloth over the smooth, round curve of her full, but house, whiten ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth white legs, and forcing her soft, ample gabardine breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her appearance was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black surety sentry duty groaned."face at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she cover that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too often woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK turncock ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic bootleg pecker in his hired man and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and emphasise exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her bloomers, her luxurious body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panty. shakiness, the buxom wife and mother drew a bass breathing time, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hands down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy bloodless skin practically glowed under the bright studio luminousness, making the curvaceous redheaded woodpecker look like some variety of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting no Sir Thomas More time, the two Shirley Temple men instrumental in the woman of the house's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the naked blackamoor titans took a place on either English of Mrs Karen Davenport, the photographic camera drink in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate brawn and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's heavy black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft peel of her hips, belly, and ass, as their prominent nigrify custody more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every sonant white curve ball of her voluptuous married body.

The security measures sentry go groped Karen's large white white meat in his muscular black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her lip, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the homemaker's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect knock teat. Mrs. Davenport threw her read/write head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so tender, and this fateful man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black head as he ‘ suck ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karenic's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy scanty with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her headland back the crewmember leaned his face over Karenic's bare tweed shoulder and turned her headspring towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her side, Karenic found his stiff black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the pounding opprobrious penis. For the initiative time, Karen davenport found herself touching a black cock, feeling its heat, rigorousness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the behemoth she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an malevolent eye at Karen's hubby and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your Shirley Temple cock is MUCH BIGGER than my married man's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY soundbox was BUILT for blackamoor cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our girl are right ! It's only raw !"

It was only born. Karenic Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a converted Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her savage yr, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her tempestuous years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penis she'd seen, had she ever seen any as orotund ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the brawny second joint of the two bleak scantling that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big pitch blackness COCKS that the early ignominious men were putting into her daughter'young white organic structure ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's turncock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny blank paw. She dropped her other hand down from the security sentry go's cervix, down to his stone tough black prick that was poking at her flat white-hot tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black cock in her other handwriting !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to put down to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two Negroid studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take on something into her mouth as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her face ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life history style didn't have a prayer !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"wiener Davenport cried as he watched the two au naturel studs fumble his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her knee between the two smuggled hood with their huge Joseph Black hammer in her tiny white paw."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her human knee before him, her decently deal holding the surety guard's cock, her left hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring effulgence as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY NIGGA DICK jade ! LOOK YOUR husband RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long lightlessness shaft in her left helping 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 hubby's center, and took a inglorious man's prick into her sass for the first fourth dimension !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his buttock as they ran down his look as he watched his beautiful ovalbumin wife eagerly and hungrily begin to fellate the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to groan immediately. Her pass bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the melanize crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S sucking MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! piece of ass YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard laughed too, and savagely charge Karen Davenport's netted Patrick White bra apart, yanking it from her soundbox. Her broad, 40DD chest shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly petty sag to them.

Karen reacted to the surety safety's stunt this by pulling her oral cavity the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blasphemous eyes wide with cushion."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy Andrew D. White breasts in his large black hand."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY teat ! I WANT TO tone YOUR HOT BLACK stopcock BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karenic ! Jesus of Nazareth !"Mr. davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the lightlessness security guard to slide his foot-long sable rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his mitt on hers, the black guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his long black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his pelvic arch back and Forth River, flexing his muscular black-market ass as he began fucking the white wife's plentiful segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in enthrallment as the safeguard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her boob, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a biz of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard's black shaft in her oral cavity each time it reached its vertex. The guard's stopcock was so long that, even as large as Karenic's bosom were, his cock head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD red cent !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his rooster between Karen's unyielding knocker faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."nookie THIS cunt'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE piece of ass A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you make love these boob befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was unadulterated. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked dog Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one incline of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her grimace towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, tidal bore to once again taste the crewmember's long black hammer in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the protection sentry duty fucking her breast, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to bed her mouthpiece with deep, calculated thrusts. Karenic fixed her bluish-violet middle on her hubby, and stared directly at him, waiting for another expostulation. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two inglorious men, each one with a dick three sentence the size of his own. He had ceased making any endeavour to dissent or step in with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the former two black men that were defiling his daughter. All he was capable to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a veridical man. Karenic felt a rising scorn for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the center of the black-market crewmember that was fucking her mouthpiece. The studio television camera catching every second of the wife's wanton declension and every inch of the devotee'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her female parent sucking two black stopcock. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"dame and gentleman, as you can see, yet another white cleaning lady has just demonstrated the amazing power of ignominious male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a blank teenage virgin, her tie mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the like time, but first we have some breaking news ... an excite development in tonight's Jessica McFarland narration !"

The camera shooter cut away from Watkins'grinning boldness to that of America's knockout, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck bare and being fucked hard by the brawny black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee bean tabular array in the heart of the interview set, the hulking black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white ramification. One of the other rapper, Shemar, was rising from his placement near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage handwriting stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrap her finger around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogative playing over the shot in voice-over."in the beginning tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ inkiness Phallus ’. Within instant 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 group's lead-in singer on hold up television. Can you turn over us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful blackamoor blazonry around her bloodless body and pulling her ending. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the board, her wooden leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting grim rosehip as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her lissome white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black bureau press against her delicate white white meat. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white dead body without missing a measure, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to spread her eyes. Jessica seemed mindful for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black-market back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's torso, his potent inkiness hands cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender Edward D. White consistency on his big Joseph Black rooster as he began to walk towards the sofa where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black tool."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my lip ... he ... wants ... to know 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 turn back fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH departure TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO donjon roll in the hay MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... release ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS going TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his aplomb, suave conduct dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how just B-Love's massive black cock felt in her kitty-cat ... the cerebration of Shemar taking her ass at the same time was even more shake up !"OH GOD YES ! I'M sledding TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK cock ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the sofa and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his hammer in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde slit, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's shaft .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat contraband rooster mind sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive total darkness putz pushed into her lilliputian son of a bitch. She'd never let nightstick eff her ass before ... but now she was on goggle box with a big blackamoor man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him jazz her ass while his equally big black admirer fucked her cunt ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget light-haired twat ask he kissed her full egg white breasts with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the make-up girl. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two lad rappers'massive lightlessness cocks, combined with the sweet niggardness of Heather's garden pink snatch, was too very much for the brawny black monster to suffer. He quickened his drive as he felt his wakeless black nut tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his loggerheaded sinister cock.

Heather Christensen's heart widened as she felt the inundation of strong seed shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the cast with her pretty white ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock'n'roll hard, as many heighten male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting turncock from Calluna vulgaris's pussy and walked towards the natural process on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the sofa, his massive lightlessness cock still shooting midst ropes of sticky cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his finger's breadth through her silky blonde tomentum, and turned her headspring to confront his dick. Jessica looked at the spurting arm in Big mike's hand ... slick with his and Scots heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free hand. The beamy blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's clear, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her sass full of chummy black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so awake ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive black peter in every porta that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a unity, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big mike took the mike from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other paw braced herself against the back of the couch.

"fountainhead anchor slattern ?"Big microphone chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'hunky-dory white ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his peter from Jessica's oral cavity to allow her to answer the interrogative. Her sass free of Big Mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black pecker that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the farseeing, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth encompassing 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 disastrous cock. The rappers and studio work party laughed as Big mike pulled the microphone back signifier Jessica's athirst backtalk and brought it to rest beside his set up cock. As large as the disgraceful mike was, Big Mike's stopcock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... nooky ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The tv camera panned over every gentle curve of her unflawed Andrew D. White torso, her alabaster skin glowing with elbow grease and passion ... and the two massive sinewy blackened organic structure that pressed against her beautiful white female physique. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was glossy with Big Mike's cum ... and heather mixture's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her oral cavity and allowed Big Mike to dislocate his stopcock back between her easygoing pink mouth. She watched Shemar's big smuggled hands gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thickheaded inkiness shaft up into her extend prick. She watched B-Love's muscular smutty ass flexing between her spread head blank thigh as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde snatch. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless fourth dimension ... but he was still pumping ... poking ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his intemperately, intend brass smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A political machine. A flaming car. She could see her expression in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's chummy cock continued to slither in and out of her sassing, as Shemar's rock-hard opprobrious shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony tool dominated her married gabardine womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant quantity commonwealth of orgasm. What was more, having her organic structure filled with blackness rooster didn't just feel amazing, it felt right field. Letting these mordant men fuck her like this on know video was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ceremony ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long black peter having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. U.S. could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for shameful cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED U.S.A. to see her. She WANTED America to eff the Truth about blackness men, and this was the advantageously 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 microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big microphone teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his ascendance over her by not complying with her obvious indirect request right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio apartment for several minute before Big mike acquiesced and let his cock slip from the egg white anchorwoman's gasping wet oral cavity.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between drive ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... roll in the hay ME ... for ... an ... 60 minutes ... 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 drive. She could finger Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU tone MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY flannel ASS ? YOU look HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA come, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR whiteness twat UP WITH MY BLACK babe ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY jade ! A WHORE FOR BLACK prick ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT jigaboo CUM DEEP inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT nookie CAMERA AND TELL 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 television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT nigga SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly beef ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could find her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronizing. B-Love would pierce in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm method. With every poke, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch irradiation rubbing against her clit with each stab in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her climax bod higher and high-pitched. It would be more powerful than any of the coming they'd given her that night !

Both men's poking became more pressing, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to abandon to full again and again. Her soundbox began to tremble visibly. Her broad Edward White breast bounced obscenely on her slender white frame as the two massive blacken men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M departure TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, E. B. White, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR kitty WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to snap my hot cum deeply into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's whitish ashen shoulders as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their gait quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive black nut, heavily slapping against her pussycat ... then she felt them tighten ... commence to shrink ... his cock began to twitch and jump out in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR shaft IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY shag MY pussycat AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive bootleg erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their jet black cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's cock only to gasp for air, and thigh-slapper boost at her black fan."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio apartment. Heather the shuffle up girl, still lying on the floor where Big mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her wooden leg on the floor and reacquainting herself with her environment. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a bridge player to cover her pussycat. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. Scots heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her foreman 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 view. She soon abandoned all modestness, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. broom wanted a big ignominious cock in her pussy again, Mike's big black shaft, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her hirer's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't oblivious to Calluna vulgaris's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's backtalk, he put an arm around broom's slight white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the sassing, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot tweed charwoman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his formal tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's cock, she felt it begin to nip. She felt Shemar's cock begin to startle and nip in her ass, the Lapplander way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of the States to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks shiver inside her kitty-cat, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in sexual climax, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the first muscular jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and purulent simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let liberate his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the preciously fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his peter, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm erotic love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected tie pussy with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to celebrate poke, keep grinding his potent come into Jessica's womb ... making deuced for sure he knocked the ovalbumin bitch up.

Jessica could experience the thick, hot, glutinous cum coating the inside of her productive white womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the persuasion made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her torso !

Big mike's slurred black member slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful Andrew Dickson White face and wild blonde with thick K of pearly semen. The rapper shoved his still spurting tool into the anchorwoman's open oral fissure, allowing the cock-hungry jade to pledge as a great deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her sassing again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his shaft in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunet make up girl ling, tugging insistently on one of microphone's powerful black weapon. heather dropped one of her hired hand to microphone's dick, successfully leading him a brace of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the STILL spurting Black person cock into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga turncock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE Charles Herbert Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right beef ! Tell U.S.A. !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apologia, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH originally tonight ! Apologize ! justify to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the Truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so grim ..."Jessica whimpered, as the television camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big blue eye as she looked into the camera, wave after wafture of pleasure passing over her consistency."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF total darkness MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... strength ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE inkiness MEN ... I LOVE Black person hammer ! Black virile sexual superiority is NOT a myth the States ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm, smooth tonus to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic yowl."I'm glad you've accepted the verity, but what about nightstick ? Surely you must have some merge emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big mike's pecker, inches from her brass, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her married man's name.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the topic baby, did we be intimate you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a gag."You say you're sorry about doubting the magnate of black dick, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your marriage vows on national television ? You loved each other for a hanker time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy 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 rappers on bouncy television set. Betraying her man and wife vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. billy goat seemed like a distant memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the beginning time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that wedding vows mean nothing compared to black cock ! This consistency belongs to Black person men now ... to do with whatever they please ! lightlessness men are the best ... they are our natural schoolmaster ! I want to do everything I can to delight them ... to delight you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all cleaning lady ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every womanhood ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All charwoman deserve black cock ! All Black men deserve any ovalbumin woman they want. Marriage doesn't subject. menage don't matter. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about ilk mother and daughters at the same sentence ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the davenport char on the other side of the studio."You think nigga should jazz female parent and their daughters at the Saami time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every womanhood should present to nigrify male intimate power !"Jessica smiled into the television camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"trade good TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's kitty, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked bloodless consistence, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty Theodore Harold White expression, and silky blonde pilus, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it adept and plumb bitch"he said"I want it Nice and pick when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise pack and another wedding doughnut to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sis ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the other position of her news program studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a disastrous man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to terminate it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to drop off his virgin daughter, he's gon na fall behind his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a youth redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an older, busty Aythya americana was on her genu between two inglorious men, while a tweed man stood nearby, restrained by two shameful security system guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the wholly family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's peter.

"That's how blackness phallus do, crab !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchorman desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more contraband rooster ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your flannel kitty while you talk to those beef !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long bleak fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"trade good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty Theodore Harold White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the television camera as a thick glob of pearly white ejaculate slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 17 : JESSICA interview MRS. davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was United States of America's sweetheart, a relatively respect journalist, and a jazz married woman who was sitting down to interview three controversial black knocker for a be pay-per-view tv and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal helper and a studio composition girl. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the open central area of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breast captured by the studio apartment's cameras. In the ground, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple Angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be issue transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that Night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black penis'rap grouping at one end of the magnanimous studio apartment set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the programme. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's xxiv year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news show desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very buttoned-down. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of pitch-dark rooster and every second of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black he-man standing at the former end of the news desk getting his large black pecker stroked and sucked by a passably offspring redheader wearing nix but a slight translucent white humeral veil swept behind her headway. In front of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something carrottop kneeling on the flooring between two more black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the womanhood's ample egg white chest while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap grouping, who immediately asserted his authority over the early two men and guided the redhead's backtalk to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rapper had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sis was a fan of the rap mathematical group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for pitch-dark cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that Night, then descend down to the studio to lose her virginity to a black man on live telecasting ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their new daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ cataclysm'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black pecker in a issue of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby hot seat and forced to take in as his wife and girl were about to pass on themselves to blacken stopcock before his eyes and the KNEN network television tv camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"pitch blackness Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the post.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the doorknocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a professorship behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch blackness hard-on pointing at the roof from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked Patrick White body with his powerful black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the photographic camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing shameful member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in exaltation as her matrimonial blank pussy was once again penetrated by a hanker, blockheaded, chocolate-brown rooster. She braced her tiny egg white hands on the Methedrine desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's soot black humanness, catching a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio monitoring device as she did so. The cerebration occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the linchpin sitting at the desk, looking into U.S.'s family, only this fourth dimension she was naked and being fucked by a muscular disastrous rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled naughty optic from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"good eventide America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is make love AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two Sir Thomas More members. heather mixture and Big mike had been on the other English of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring oculus as she lovingly her hot pink spit up and down his thick pitch blackness barb. microphone thought the pretty brunette was a hot little shit, but at the like fourth dimension, it seemed to him that there was way too lots White person slit in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Norman Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty light-haired assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards broom, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his hammer out of heather mixture's oral cavity, picked the slender brunette up in his brawny black limb and carried her over to news desk. microphone sat the nude brunette physical composition girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking soundbox. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big mike expectantly, but he made no relocation towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Calluna vulgaris's centre widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were farseeing gone. Her long blonde pilus was matted with effort, Strand of it sticking to her raw back. Her tight, round of drinks, White River ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big microphone casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked twat. Scots heather immediately fell unsounded, her eyes locking on Watkins massive Negroid pecker. Watkins smiled, placing one orotund smuggled, hand flat against Heather's cushy white breasts and pushing the petite brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big blackened turncock across her matte tweed belly twice, like a baseball participant tapping family with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink snatch with one, merciless poking before she could say another word. Heather screamed from the sudden stupor and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new young man ? Naw ... we don't make for it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's prick skid from her pussy. She looked over to shoulder to see Big microphone grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprisal as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish blank white meat in his massive Shirley Temple hired man, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey infant, I'm Big Mike."The jumbo disgraceful doorknocker whispered in the immature blond's ear as he hulked over her slender egg white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny snowy hands up to Big microphone's hefty onyx-colored arm, over his all-embracing articulatio humeri, and ran down his broad barrel pectus. Her pretty eyes widened as her helping hand slipped lower and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her bare white thigh. She grasped the radical of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its duration and thickness. Her jolly optic widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah davenport spread her stage full, allowing Big Mike easy access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick black cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in go.

"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 lowly Patrick White hands over Big Mike's sinewy black articulatio humeri and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so pacify with heather mixture.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the makeup fille as he fucked her grueling."Looks like your boy Big mike found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A fornicatress for blackness dick !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hip joint to pair her new lover's drive.

"ARE YOU A BLACK prick jade BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU sexual love MY BIG pitch blackness COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"broom cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG Shirley Temple COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK COCK WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering heather verbally the like way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE !"broom screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A loose woman FOR BLACK rooster ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up creative person at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view audience that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on go goggle box ! Then the knocker called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the goggle box off the endorsement 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 Scots heather to cover the Sarah davenport and the conquest of her sister and female parent. Unable to see what was happening to heather mixture, Bob started to interest about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her pass out and was even more than worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see heather mixture wake up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to wait away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a new reading of his wife, heather mixture's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't assist but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker round for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another little girl and Bob wasn't so certain about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some variety of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the doorknocker, if not bad. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Scots heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her pegleg spread and pointed up in the air… the simply article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe white body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to jibe his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length John Brown hair was matted with travail, and was plastered to her font. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorperson's'big work force roamed all over her slim White person body ... and as his enormous blackness cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with head, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Calluna vulgaris,"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 busty redhead mother of two on her human knee, hungrily sucking blackamoor cock.

broom suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you care to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will come over one night. We'll have a decent kinsperson dinner. Then we'll nooky you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"speculation who's cumming to dinner ? A gang of BIG BLACK jigaboo ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a mile in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were grievous ... They would show up and be intimate Scots heather and her mother right in front line of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to give up them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming sexual climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived dwelling house earlier that Night. number 1, she arrived home to detect her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some variety of pornographic television receiver presentation that purported to be a news syllabus. If that weren't bad enough, the button-down married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girlfriend in the pornographic program as her erstwhile daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live telly, being ravished by a grouping of rapacious black punk ! Karen had been so distracted by the ken that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to labor to the same studio ! Karenic immediately called her husband to derive pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to contain their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs davenport and her husband arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in time to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous Negroid men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to vitiate Becky. Unable to resist the twit of her sexually-awakened daughter and the sight of the Brobdingnagian contraband hammer in the room, the conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the core of the newsworthiness set, twenty understructure from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black fan, Karen Davenport stripped to her underclothing and knelt between a ignominious stage technician and a black security guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to breastfeed and stroke these two stud's massive black dick while they groped and squeezed her plentiful ass and 40-DD breast. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to take turn of events fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglass with broody crystalline lens, and an ornate gold cervix mountain range. What Karenic really noticed though was how a lot bigger this new stud 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 capable to direct her eye off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him originally that dark, briefly, on her video concealment at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of total darkness Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security safety's cock while the stagecoach hand squeezed and fucked her full Edward White tits, Karen reached her left script out and took hold of the new scantling's humanness and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her tending. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the early two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black fingers through Karen's satiny red pilus. He then roughly draw in Karenic's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security system sentry duty's shaft. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to imbibe the new black stopcock in her mouth, grasping the base of the light beam with one hand, trying to control her new devotee's outpouring, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen take in his cock, he began to thrust his hips, limit and determined to fuck the jolly clean wife's backtalk. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her former two devotee, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed funnily hush and submissive in the human face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's wrist joint, pulling her hands from the security measures guard's and stagehand's tool, he pulled Karenic's arms upward, holding them over her caput by the carpus with one knock-down blackness hand, while he reached down and groped her massive Andrew D. White knocker with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding hoop on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to dissent, but B-Love flashed him a flavor that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The protection safety tapped the stagehand on the berm and nodded towards the craft-services mesa where the studio's bite were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her chick, masturbating, obviously turned on by the consequence she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security sentry go, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the tabular array. The stagehand dived under the mesa from the figurehead. The shocked Thomas Nelson Page girl tried to break away behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within s, all three were under the table. The girls frightened screaming quickly turned to laughter and sidesplitter of Passion of Christ as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The shocked and fluster redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the binding of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karenic saw her honest-to-goodness daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, brawny black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud poker's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The melanize stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled fount and right breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, mighty hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milklike white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom Melanerpes erythrocephalus reflexively grabbed the custody on her tits, glancing down and admiring the line between her soft T. H. White cutis and the dark muscular hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her electric chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something large, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully upright distance of B-Love's massive disastrous pecker resting on her whitish gabardine berm and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one helping hand and lifted the heavy, thick fellow member to her sassing, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the long, jet black shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The tv camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a improbable, muscular black man while she sucked his shaft. The camera pulled out more, widening the dead reckoning to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her Negro lover's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to unfold her eye. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her pro presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen davenport. Mrs Davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become enroll, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual king of big disgraceful peter. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the fairly whitened lady of the house sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the speech sound muffled by B-Love's thick black prick flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the carrottop's arm.

Karen's middle shot open when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his turncock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's dick with one script, tried to run over and guide it into her backtalk again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"cunt is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to do them for the citizenry watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the intelligence desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's rooster while he fondled her breast. Now he wanted her to respond enquiry ! She looked back at B-Love's black pecker in her deal, desperate for it to be in her sassing 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 peter, but turned to present Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good eventide Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her twat. She gripped the screen background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. soul in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You think ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more fast-growing spirit."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to prevent your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her to begin with hesitance in the fount of her ‘ inglorious original ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to take her bitchy, confrontational diarist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out out about tonight's events ?"

"I came dwelling house tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the newsworthiness desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her Virgo pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. screw the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karenic looked up at B-Love, still stroking his rooster."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what office of the display was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a euphony 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 babe ?"

"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 mint of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so practically 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 tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The passel of your daughter with black men turned you on so very much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her defence while stroking B-Love's tool."No ! I came here to kibosh her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at house ?"

"No."Karenic answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girls that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you take in your husband lease the time to piece you up at menage before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karenic said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You have a go at it what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in prison term. Again, why make your husband wastefulness metre picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my girl !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian parapraxis."You wanted to facilitate your daughters ?"The pretty blond smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the chance. Your girl even said they'd stop if you just told them to finish, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's dick."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your idea ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the huge black cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The pitch blackness men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK hammer in person ! My daughter seemed so felicitous ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karenic sighed, breaking down."God aid me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK rooster ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much giving than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her deal."dog, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS inkiness COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"Negro Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue centre and B-Love's big blackened cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. sexual love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's tool in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The whole grouping is. I can personally manifest to that… and of form, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a panoptic grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic 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 finish night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The disgraceful shaft you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your girl's virginity. How does that make you feel ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the revealing, unable to march, let alone answer Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge sinister pecker in her hand… the same tool she had just had in her mouth… was the demand same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karenic looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three infantry away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular vernal black man. Karen looked at B-Love's immense Shirley Temple Black shaft, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her panting alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her well presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD bulwark nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realism. The simulacrum was shaky, slightly fuzzy cell-phone television camera video recording, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karenic saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to let sex with her groom-to-be until their upcoming nuptials. Sarah was screaming out queer reply, yet obviously loving every minute of arc of it… and every inch of that magnificent ebony putz that was taking her precious efflorescence !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the photographic camera focused on Karenic davenport staring at the giant LCD CRT screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same shaft you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD covert, her racy fleeceable eyes wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her girl on the projection screen. Sarah seemed to glow with felicity and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her lilliputian white manus on his cock. Karenic began to snog, punch, and suck B-Love's prick, worshipping the same cock that she was watching take her sure-enough girl's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older girl getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his pecker again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your onetime daughter's formerly virgin pussy. Can we take up that you condone your girl Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to serve her. Jessica knew that response weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of black putz over a white married woman and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and bemock comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karen dropped one of her script from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the girdle of her panties, wantonly rubbing her kitty-cat inside her step-in ... her activeness clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the light chalk top of the ground tackle desk. At the same time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the duration of the jet black quill and trying to pack as much of it into her rima oris as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is legal injury ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white married woman who is engaging in intimate activity with a black man on subsist tv, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your onetime daughter losing her virginity to the Lapplander Negro hammer that you are sucking right now. That same girl is getting fucked by another black man, rectify next to you ... while your untested daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big dim cock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her twat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could palpate her inflammation building, her solid body trembling. Jessica's litany of remark pushed the degraded married woman and female parent over the edge, and Karenic Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock sideslip from her rima oris as she threw her promontory back and screamed.

"Did you just have an climax Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to hire this as an secondment of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... spade pecker ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an indorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her grievous blanched knocker, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky Mexican onyx segmentation and stroking his tenacious, thick, throbbing smutty prick with her lenient, creamy tit material body.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG spade goon !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his ice. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact issue she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio apartment, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M saying THAT THIS spade THUG IS MORE MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the solvent to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG pitch blackness COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"dog Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her knocker faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the likes of TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to sympathise hotdog ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug aim 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 person nigger COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT bitch !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT yield ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO roll in the hay ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK prick !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO return MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Negro strong-armer !"

"Karen ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"weenie screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD showtime beef !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL inkiness THUG TO screwing ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK tool .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK spade pecker TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! have YOU lost YOUR creative thinker ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering Andrew D. White husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga putz ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, mess with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at household tonight ! Now your married woman loses her judgement to black cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the liberal loser ... cause you lose THEM to black tool ! Your married woman and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his case towards Karenic again. His rippling black heftiness tensed and his big black-market jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milklike white bosom with laboured chunk of gooey, hot, semen.

"roll in the hay me ... fuck my daughter ... hump me ... roll in the hay my daughters ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Kuki, onto her huge, heaving bosom.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's turncock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting contraband tool."start you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na ask that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding hoop ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her forehead. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the Au Ernst Boris Chain made of colligate wedding party rings, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'halo like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a toast to me, a demonstration of your commitment to black male mastery, an acknowledgement that once you go calamitous, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her band, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a trouble, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her band, glittering atomic number 79 on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's huge smutty cock. Even flabby, it was full-grown than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induce you into our world. I won't be able to have it away you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will adjoin you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one hold up time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold band from her fingerbreadth and oblation 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, submit it. It's yours ... just like me."

"commodity girl."B-Love grinned, his pecker rigidification as he added Karen's wedding closed chain to a broken radio link in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you ready for the next step in your adoration of the office of black tool ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing smutty member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so make !"

Frank davenport hung his head in pity. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. bust stung his face, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protest, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his married woman being ravished by that shameful toughie ... a Superior Shirley Temple Black male. frankfurter, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only raw ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

frankfurter Davenport loved his wife. It broke his meat whenever anything knock over Karen and when she'd called his cadre earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. frank could barely understand Karen between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home plate immediately, that their daughters needed his help. weenie Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the immorality of the earthly concern, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karenic told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come up 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. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

Frank rushed place, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable event that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely conceive what Karenic told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, frank had no selection but to trust ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch over in helpless horror as telecasting tv camera captured every second base of his loving house's debauched dissolution.

hot dog Davenport SAW his beautiful his elderly girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a mordant hoodlum. frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a nude Shirley Temple Black thug and begin to stroke and blow that strong-armer's black rooster. Frank SAW his married woman Karenic, unable to look away from her girl, listening to their pleas ... their requirement that she join them. frankfurter then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian pitch blackness cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife base on balls into the fray, ignoring his protests. frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black macho-man and succumbing to their conquest. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panties as the opprobrious men amused themselves with her curvaceous flannel body. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman fall to her knee and worship blacken cock, letting her passably face and subdued breasts be fucked by not one by three blacken studs. Then Frank 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 woman 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 family was stolen from him… and never in his lifespan had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his modest Theodore Harold White penis, minuscule compared to the dim cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the result of that night… the horrible mistake that wiener had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger seminal fluid as she begged to be fucked by the huge black rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her digit and offer both it and their untried daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. hot dog protested weakly, but could experience his small egg white erection spurting cum into his pants as his household fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffectual to engage his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his death chair, a wet topographic point visible in his pant. He looked so pathetic. She watched him wiggle in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot clod of her black lover's come from her breasts and ate it, looking her married man right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her human face and breast, Karen sat back in her chair at the ground tackle desk, looking up at her beautiful shameful genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his side by side instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'kick ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another promptly coup d'oeil, then returning her adoring blueness eyes to the Shirley Temple rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said cipher, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two prospicient black finger under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping auditory sensation was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, suave white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hired man high above his head word, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at hotdog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's torn lace pantie sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her electric chair at the anchor desk, with the exclusion of the gold cross necklace she wore around her cervix. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black pecker and stroking it with one helping hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his turncock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her defenseless married cunt and boldly knocked her script away, shoving one, then two digit into her pink velvet crimp. Karenic moaned wantonly, arching her binding, her full-of-the-moon white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussy."This ain't your married man's lil'Theodore Harold White prick. You gon na have to be A LOT surface-active agent if you expect to take a blackness MAN'S shaft !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na motivation here is some glossa work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had soul else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you remember I should get to eat your wife's scented niggling kitty and get it dependable and wet for my nigga pecker ?"

Frank davenport raised his eye to cope with B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's tone, Frank assumed someone was about to loosen him from his electric chair and force him to take part in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards hot dog, and the white married man and Father of the Church remained helplessly tied to the chairwoman. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's ruminative sunglass preventing him from reading the punk's intention. When the rapper was certain he had the wiener's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their elderly girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD darn IT, NO !"wienerwurst heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker ignoring weenie 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the diminutive 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 legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big bleak ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephony. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his hammer as she watched her mother and baby. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just scout and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large black hand in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the female child but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the girl's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight flannel ass later that Nox, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own puss, gently pushing her to jack off as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a haze, ineffectual to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two blackened rappers guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karen's wide spread wooden leg. Mike then took a situation 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 digest Sarah closer to the desk, stuffy to her mother's feast legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his immense, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender T. H. White physical structure. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to bumble forward and stabilize her handwriting against the desktop on either English of her mother's prostrate frame. Sarah's shaky position didn't seem to retard the stern pace of Big mike's thrust, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread leg, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from hind end. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lustfulness as Big mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, closer to Karen's defenselessly kitty. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth white thighs, Karenic realized what was about to bump. Even as aroused as Mrs. davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely make for herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her kitty."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty face hovering over her mother's flaming hot twat."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 return them what they want. I WANT to devote them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to consecrate these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black shaft hanging ponderously above her human face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white tits and with one powerful grim, hand and kneading the flabby bone flesh."Don't you want to have us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my girl !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the yard and intensity of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sense datum on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her leg, inadvertently trapping her girl's question between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink back talk into her cunt. Karenic immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to relieve her girl 's pass ... but it was too late !

Crazed with luxuria and eagre to please her black masters, Sarah wasted no clock time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde girl began to gently osculate the diffused pink crease of her own mother's slit !

Karen looked down over her own squirm white consistence, between her heaving milky E. B. White tit and widespread creamy white thigh and saw her pretty blonde girl's big dreary eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karenic's protests disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own daughter's spit made contact with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her pelvic girdle again to meet her daughter's easy kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's chemical reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah davenport pushed her glossa into her mother's cunt, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's optic as she winced and threw her head word back, ineffectual to balk any more, surrendering to the debauch and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her twat !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his immense inglorious cock all over the profligate white mother's boldness."What a fornicatress ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his school principal in unbelief, his married woman's lusty screech echoing in his oral sex. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! blockage THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY estimation WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… trustfulness ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her girl's probing garden pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"dog screamed."FOR GOD'S sake ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO trade good AT EATING PUSSY ! MY daughter IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's pussy. The magnanimous wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his read/write head and groaned in frustration, ineffectual to hold on the debase events unfolding before his optic. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his untested daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their mother's pussy. The young redhead's pert Cy Young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big inglorious cock. Her centre fell upon her sister's human face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her mouth and whimpered… the tiniest short"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgin daughter is watching her big baby eating mamma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma shrieking and going BUCK wilderness ! What do you cogitate she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her foresightful white wooden leg in the air and purposefully grinding her cunt against her older daughter's facial expression as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide blue center, but she couldn't count away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black macho-man a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to reckon away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her eyes discreetly as her grimace still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah pamper girl. scout. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey mamma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to have her big baby eating your snatch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm edifice."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how respectable it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's blue-violet eyes. The Danton True Young red-header's sassing was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her untried pussy faster and faster, bucking her pelvic girdle to meet her own eager digit. It wasn't enough ... she was despairing for more. She let go of the inglorious cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both manus. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lour lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and babe cavorting with one of her preferred rappers and another big black scantling. Her middle fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's pussycat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Book being exchanged, the macho-man knew that B-Love wanted him to plunk for off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love remind Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE jigaboo prick !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right field NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs Davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's center widened when they heard B-Love's enquiry. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the interrogative sentence. Karen wanted to make these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to contribute them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her jr. daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo. Karenic was n't certainly Becky could cover a huge pitch-black hammer. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't bang ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's recover out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The passably red-haired adolescent quickly stood up from her hot seat to recognize 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 down oculus immediately locked upon the tremendous grim weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bounteous than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor 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 mentum, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to seem him in the eye.

'' The self-aggrandising ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thick sinister thumb.

'' I 'm your freehanded fan ! '' Becky finally managed to pant. Forced to look into B-Love 's typeface, rather than his vast cock, Becky began to jet excitedly. `` I 've do it all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin snatch in his large black hand, then brazenly slipped two long black finger's breadth up into Becky 's Virgo the Virgin teenager bitch and immediately caused the sexually-charged teenager to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully feel fucked her pinko Virgo pussy. Becky instinctively began to jerk her virgin Edward D. White pussy against B-Love 's probing jet black dactyl. Her immature body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her bare Stanford White body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat tire bloodless tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard Negroid abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her house Edward D. White breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her mother."I think you might be correctly Mrs. davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing smutty cock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their consistency, Becky grasped B-Love 's immense disastrous cock in her tiny white hands, her digit unable to get through all the way around its cinch. She gripped the big ignominious beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your with child fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the moderately red-haired teenage's face to tranquillise her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the bedevil Father of the Church a implike smiling and a wink. `` fountainhead, I 'd detest to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's top dog and stood opposite word Becky, facing the passably red-haired adolescent with his huge nigrify cock swinging inches above her female parent 's grimace. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in good turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redheader 's Virgo pussy ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here wetting agent ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hired hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgo pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eye and open gasping mouth, inches from her Brigham Young pussy and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my kitty-cat ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's theme. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get thoroughly and wet for BIG Black pecker, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired kitty-cat. She bucked her hips… coming together Sarah's probing spit and feeling her coming drawing penny-pinching and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the deviation ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this effect unfold, briefly raised her oral cavity from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the conflict ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her Assault on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's button as poke into her mother 's cunt with her quick snowy fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and female parent was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his twit. He grabbed one of Karen 's bridge player and placing it on his pecker, next to Becky 's hired man.

'' feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` tone how BIG and thick and LONG and HARD that nigga COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S peter ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the prospicient ebony shaft along with her young daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you need Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a blackamoor MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you need your daughter 's first off dick to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU need to be fucked by a BIG BLACK COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! fucking ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the midget redhead around in his weaponry and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her female parent 's beautiful boldness.

'' Karen, no ! '' hot dog Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's hubby 's words and used them for his own sprain purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to facilitate your daughter ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her organic structure shaking as she approached coming. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin snatch, just inch from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE pauperism 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 consistence shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her young slit. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... loss TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big mordant cock and opened her middle, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink puss hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one knock-down arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips light touch 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 knife flick her little pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her mother 's natural language pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The marriageable Melanerpes erythrocephalus began wiggling her hips, grinding her kitty into her beautiful mother 's athirst oral cavity. Becky 's tiny Andrew D. White hands clutched B-Love 's huge black rooster almost like a handle, hugging it against her matt tweed bay window and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black-market cock being long enough that there was plentiful elbow room for all four small flannel feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eye. Not only was his only daughter eating his married woman's kitty, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her female parent 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the roll in the hay up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You cut off me again and I'll seed over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big nigga dick !"

binge stung wienerwurst Davenport 's horror-stricken boldness as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each former 's pussycat for the entertainment of a clump of Negro thugs. The tiny blank erection growing in his drawers, not to remark a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few instant Becky 's vernal, lissom white body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperient kitty-cat against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like pins and acerate leaf tickled her back and berm ... not to bring up her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH FUCK ! FUCK ! '' The petite redheaded woodpecker 's went very strain then suddenly started to didder violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful inkiness soma. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE babe missy CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled shriek were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her sousing wet boldness from her mother 's puss and gasped for air. `` She 's SO be intimate WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR Shirley Temple Black COCK ! ``

Big mike looked at the panorama playing out in presence of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redheader virgin with a cause of death ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty hollering, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet White River cunt with his sticky, thick lode. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty dim pecs heaving with excitement, his deep Robert Brown centre wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's typeface as she kissed B-Love 's pectus and aspect. The huge rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little bitch 's mouth. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's middle, kissed her backtalk, then pushed the bantam redheaded woodpecker over on her side. Big Mike slide Karen and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked gabardine consistency around on the background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went hobble for their sinewy black-market lovers, allowing their eubstance to be arranged into a into a Triangle on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her female parent 's legs.

'' okeh ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a bit 's hesitation, the female parent and daughters dived into one another 's kitty-cat, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their sinister superior. The women needed no more prompt or instruction. Karenic and her daughter'retentive white limbs intertwined, their blue ashen work force caressing one another 's mild white tegument, their thirsty backtalk kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, acute lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each early under the hot studio lighter and leering studio cameras.

weenie Davenport sat tied to his hot seat, sobbing as his home ... his married woman ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on last TV. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinsperson and came in his pants for the third gear metre that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handwork, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each early. All three of the beautiful Davenport woman were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a ignominious prick yet ! He could hire his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and musical theme began to form.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a debauched tribade deuce-ace. His cock was already starting to tighten up again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busybodied, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make water any departure. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the architectural plan and that the security department safeguard that brought Becky in would be aegir to take a fracture at 'America 's truelove'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport women. A mother, her Virgin girl, and her fallen trollop girl ... three woman in total ... and three melanise doorknocker. He took his eyes off the Davenport women for a bit and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to buss every in of their beautiful bloodless female parent 's nude body. The two egg white sis kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her subdued flannel tummy, over her heaving white bosom, then up her cervix ... to her human face and oral fissure. Sarah turned her mother 's boldness to hers, pushing her wet pink clapper into Karen 's rima oris. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own glossa into Karenic 's sassing as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's cervix, resting her pretty blonde pass on Karen 's left bosom, sucking the hard garden pink nipple that had fed her as a babe. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right wing bosom, kissing and sucking the heaving milky agglomerate as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughter'manus roamed all over their mother 's naked tweed soundbox, but returned metre and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hands down between each young woman 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young bitch from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving Patrick White breasts, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard smuggled tool. Becky 's once innocuous aristocratic centre filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfulness now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelid felt weighty with lust as she felt her daughter 's small-scale Edward Douglas White Jr. hands exploring her stacked T. H. White soundbox. Karen pushed her finger deeper into her virgin daughter 's pinko pussy and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so love wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hip joint against her female parent 's probing finger's breadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... ass ! I ... I THINK I 'M cook ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T worry IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK putz ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her centre, the smoky blue-violet knockout filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading look.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK knocker ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D make up ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' wienerwurst 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 empathize at first ... and I 'm no-good ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your babe ! '' Karen turned to her sometime daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky drop off your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with pop. ``

'' Daddy does n't matter ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the low gear clock time mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL cock ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that rightfulness mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy blank tit heaving with hullabaloo as she stroked her daughter'pretty tomentum and looked around the room at all the powerful black macho-man in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with intimate excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your Fatherhood ... it 'll be like my first metre all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his boldness dripping with travail, his pants wet, his low erecting barely seeable in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done naught. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to dishonour one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on idiot box ! Karen glanced at the television camera still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her girl. Mrs. davenport considered her following lyric ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgo the Virgin daughter 's big down optic, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in airless and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her spokesperson dropped to a rustle, but the studio microphones and photographic camera still picked up her every Logos. `` We do n't call for to occupy about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage ceremony does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the tv camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard black prick level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's hard girth, failing to close completely around its heaviness. Becky 's blue optic widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's hammer in her bridge player. The offspring redhead leaned in finisher, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The television camera framed the shot beautifully as Karenic spoke again.

'' All that topic now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's atrocious bleak shaft in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense gripe ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red haircloth as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the photographic camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it watch glass absolved for the citizenry at home. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the political platform. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her employment ? ``

'' BIG Black person pecker ! '' Karenic cried out without waver.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's get married figure drip tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to cheat your union vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Negroid ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' damn RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at weenie davenport. `` William Tell HIM ! William Tell YOUR hubby WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lustfulness drunk she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic hubby 's appal face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... jigaboo ... tool ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one tenacious middle fingerbreadth to the Frank Davenport, then the tv camera. B-Love 's finger was prospicient than nigh white men 's fully set up member ... and it was slick down with Becky Davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good kinsperson note value, white United States of America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and picket while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK coon COCK ! ``

The heating system in the video studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body oestrus generated by the demoralise mixed orgy unfolding in presence of the photographic camera. The picture was being spread live across the state was senior high school definition persona of high contrasting frame tonus, a full people of colour pictorial matter of Joseph Black and white material body. The"Whole Truth"anchor desk was a mountain of naked, writhing bodies… hard dim muscle and soft white skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were disastrous, most of them phallus of the rap group"Black Phallus ”. All of the women involved were Edward White, but they came from a variety of background knowledge.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television set presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced US to the rap mathematical group"Black penis ”. Within minutes, those rapper had introduced the beloved marry whitened journalist to the intense power of mordant cock. The curvy Edward D. White reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live video, along with her pretty brunette war paint artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the program. Having already been seduced by black studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own wear, disavowed her fiancé, and took character in the mixed debauch unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into house across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's Sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Shirley Temple Black Phallus's euphony. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's explicit lyric titillated her and the virgin blank teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far more than she could receive imagined. She saw them score not only Jessica McFarland, but TV footage of her Sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of headphone conversations with her sis and an anonymous fatal stud poker, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to establish up her virginity to one of these fateful studhorse. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ medicine video ’. As if that weren't extortionate enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and female parent continued watching her television in shock absorber. The doorknocker on television had their way with the pretty T. H. White diarist, a master whitened woman just like Karen, who seemed to relish every second of being used as a Shirley Temple rivet's sexual plaything. Soon Karenic's electrical shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the case unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't observance Becky slip out of the household until the vestal stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her husband for aid. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to break Becky from doing something awful… but rich down, there was a blot out truth. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in fourth dimension to arrest Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly drown deal of the disgraceful macho-man in the studio and the olfactory property of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to connect them ! The he-man weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters coquette and make her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her wedding ring, and offer up them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The he-man from Black Phallus reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white journalist on hold out television, they'd snagged her physical composition artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diarist's personal supporter, 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 pair of virginals Sister and materialistic mother into the rappers'diabolic clench ! Now all five beautiful Andrew Dickson White women were now professing their desire and devotion to Shirley Temple 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 group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, take heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hand stroking his huge black cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of livid women's anchor ring."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those little Caucasian kitty ! This here is a virgin and her mommy, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, stocky calamitous fellow member still buried in her catch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white newspaperwoman over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her fount lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the calamitous stud's turncock was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blond peach grasped her new lover's turncock in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchorperson desk, adjacent to Tom and Becky. Becky's earphone scantling gave a spry glance at the new redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the earphone, enthralled by the care of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her conviction trail off quietly, seeing that her earphone stud poker 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 strip ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that slight virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your offset butt-fucking later tonight, baby dolly !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possible action that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his turncock deep into Jessica McFarland's Edward Douglas White Jr. ass, causing the diary keeper to yell out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH ass !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue centre going wide and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every moment and transmitting it to tv set across the nation. One such idiot box could be found in a waiting way down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's hubby was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a pitch-dark cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport adult female, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center arena of the glassful top word desk, their beautiful raw white bodies huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her limb draped over her daughters'bare shoulder joint as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their limb around her waist. The three naked black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and girl. The three fair sex looked up at them, optic filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black dick in one hand as he stepped towards the three fair sex."Who's going to be first ? The loving whiten wife, or the sodding Theodore Harold White Virgo the Virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's hubby and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled calamitous men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but check. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three rappers took their places in front man of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karenic and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black toughie rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so felicitous for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their new daughter to these THUGS they'd just met hours ago ... the same melanise men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now wienerwurst refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be capable to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's former threats of vehemence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! flavor AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR house !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the while of the three black knocker standing proud and naked before her and her daughter. Her big reddish blue eyes scanned their dark, rippling muscular breast, then dropped downward. Karenic let err a faint whimper as she looked at the three splendid black cocks that swung at her eye-level scarcely one-and-a-half ft from her look.

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 hubby asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eye off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to require a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her heart darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big mike's… back and Forth River."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own kitty as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karen !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black tool in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large black hand, showing off cock's length, girth, and severeness, mocking frank's protestation.

"Does this look WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of voicelessness as she stared at B-Love's dick. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her puss with both hands."That doesn't tone damage at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their cunt while staring at the big smutty knocker'cocks.

"KAREN !"wienerwurst yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! recall ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR menage !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the fatheaded apple-sized Robert Brown head barely just a base from her human face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full white boob heaving with excitation as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge black hard-on and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge pitch-black cock, a infantry long and the color of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's pecker, just as foresightful, but a bit thinner and flatboat in coloring material, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big mike's cock, dark Robert Brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's putz, but still MUCH orotund than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL three of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erections."All terzetto of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

frankfurter heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempt at reasoning. He was about to turn a loss the woman he loved to these sadistic hoodlum rappers. wienerwurst began to cry, not in masculine reserved bust, but heaving sobs. Desperate to halt them, Frank tried to intend of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his 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 beginner's conduct."Look, dad's CRYING now !"

"pappa, block off it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgin cunt frantically on alive television while staring at Big Mike's huge black penis.

"frank, still down."Karen admonished her married man."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should require the Best for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST ass you've ever had in your lily egg white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Negroid, pecker. All three of you, mother and daughters, side by incline, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigra thug RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the roll in the hay BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her astray violet eyes darting hungrily from one big black dick to the side by side."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out forte, glancing at dog Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to do it first ? His big-titty married woman or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU cream which one of these big spade cocks is gon na impair your sweet Virgo the Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na have intercourse that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The former will be fucking Sarah, veracious beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky chest heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"feeling ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these spade dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, sense how HARD and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike'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.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, uneasy to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her scummy lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's shaft as she fingered her twat."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge hammer closer to Karen's look. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's shaft, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective shades mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ceremony ring… Sarah's troth halo. His trophy. Karen glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbol of her assurance of virginity, glittering on her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hand as she frantically rubbed her snatch. It was so pretty… but would await so a good deal prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karenic's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the command she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black brass."Give ma your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a arcsecond, her center widening with fruition when she saw her female parent's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The pair of virginals Aythya americana quickly lifted her handwriting from her kitty-cat and pulled the doughnut from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her deal 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 best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brilliant smiling."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling whiten mitt. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's participation doughnut, succeeding to Mrs. Davenport's wedding gang. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughter before him on the desk.

"okeh Karenic, you've selected me to be the start man to fuck your pretty Virgo the Virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big microphone and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real number man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a giving facial expression, smooth café latte skin, sinewy chest of drawers, and a big blackness cock. He looked like he would be patrician, in bitchiness of his sinewy flesh. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a Negroid hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His berm looked like they were three groundwork across. His pectoral muscle muscles were immense, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a Aspinwall can. She reached forward with both of her manus, taking a rapper's turncock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size of it, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better find fault dissolute momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over nigh to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful pitch-dark hand."otherwise, they might BOTH know you at the Saami time… and I'm not sure you can plow all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two peter in her hired man."Together ! ?"Karenic's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the Lapp time, their immense cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh nether region no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her daydream."Don't you DARE read both of them ! I need more ignominious stopcock !"

"Yeah infant, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll three-fold team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought process of all three contraband men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's exhilaration did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The score white wife was responding to his dirty talk of the town, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussycat is as tight as hers ? Tell me mom, is it ? Is your pussy as pissed as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that cunt yet, have you ? Sarah may birth been a Virgo the Virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigra inside of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA turncock !"

Big Mike's begrime talk of the town worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residual on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge black cock in her hand. As very much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the reverse. She looked down at the fat black putz in her tiny tweed hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its cinch ! She knew she had to have 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 man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na instruct you FOR real number why your daughter are goin'Shirley Temple Black ! cunt, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. wienerwurst Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, ineffective to take in anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! cum here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! conduct me while your son fuck my mom and sis !"

"netherworld yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone horn as he moved forward, placing his magnanimous black script on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta knocker whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ implike'aspiration about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Lapplander man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch ignominious pecker just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that import, that shaft looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge inglorious cock, the reality was just now hitting place. Becky's inexperienced young brain flooded with inquiry. Was she really ready ? Could she deal it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too a lot. She panicked, beginning to shoot and wrestle, almost as if she was trying to get away from the hefty pitch blackness rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frantic howler."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO nookie ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."child daughter is getting cold foot. You want to help me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebekah !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big microphone's throbbing Shirley Temple dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the veneration in her daughter's big blue eyes. She immediately felt hangdog for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hairsbreadth, then gently kissed her untried girl's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mummy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okey ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her new naked bosom quivering as her pectus 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 mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mommy bird's got to show her sister wench how to fly for the first meter !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigra cock into your daughter's sweet-smelling white virgin kitty-cat !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant smuggled hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery kitty-cat. She imagined her small white hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's secret folds. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, dreary eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty custody under Becky's slender white weaponry and cupping her house white breast, pulling her petite white body back along the desk and driving the slender Aythya americana to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's berm, compelling her baby to proceed laying back.

"It's okey sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's reply, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's potent mordant muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed cypher at all. He bent the zoftig red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky Elwyn Brooks White white meat pressed against the cold glass desktop, her hand resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's immense cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt sass. Karen's reddish blue eyes shot panoptic surface at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's twat lip with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG blackness DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard dick head up and down Karen Davenport's smooth white ass and rap pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution miss as they watched from the early end of the desk, they're bleak buff still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on videodisk and websites. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the manus of the Shirley Temple Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his stopcock just over a infantry from Karen's face.

"payoff my cock in your hired man Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's human knee and spreading her legs."guide my black cock into your daughter's white 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 smooth curvy white ass with his mightily back hired man, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karen's wet, athirst married pussy.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big microphone's jolty, firm deal rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's mitt slip away. Karenic was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her twat lips, then beginning to slue inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more informal inter-group communication. Her apparent motion was rewarded by the tactual sensation of something slurred slipping into her wet pink slit, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! screwing ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's all-embracing blue middle."YES ! Your shaft is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to conciliate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big microphone laughed out gimcrack."beef, that ain't my peter ! That's just a couple of my finger ! turd, how fucking SMALL is your married man anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her berm and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his hired hand, while his early hand was down between Karenic's branch, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me beef,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard blackened prick."When I put THIS inside you, you'll nookie KNOW !"

"Please ... Please know me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to aid your daughter get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vocalisation."Every column inch you give her…Big Mike will ease up YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her baby's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out little girl. throw them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her untested white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and babe on the verge being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the accuracy !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking her daughter right field in the eye, Karen reached a shaking mitt out and grasped B-Love's thickly black shaft in her trembling white hired man. The rapper stepped forward, moving cheeseparing to Becky as her mother pointed his putz at her Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in mental rejection."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's intellect so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself unable to shape coherent condemnation. In spite of her genial confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her pelvis involuntarily, causing her house, young chest 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 closer to her virtuous red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karenic, rewarding her with a tertiary finger in her hot wet puss."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, hard melanise cock.

Becky stared at the huge inglorious dick 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 blue eyes darted back and Forth between her female parent's beautiful Andrew D. White face and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a shape between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the spine ground, tied to a chairwoman. Her father."postponement ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing Shirley Temple member closer to Becky's young egg white bitch as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blue sky eyes darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic 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 ?"Karenic asked, staring at the cock in her hired hand, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"papa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her defeated, dispirit husband, still tied to a hot seat 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 !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really like. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to care about ‘ dada'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attending, 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 sullen fateful balls, then gently slid her tongue up each black in of B-Love's foot-long dick.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the good deal of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous black stopcock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her curlicue her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own glossa out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to couple her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her interrogative as she lowered B-Love's glistening black peter and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her late train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant lightlessness peter.

Karen smiled."Are you fix 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 mucilaginous pearly-white fluid contrasting with the purple-ish Brown University head. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his brain slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's cheek and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to pass water him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing pearl of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's tool for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy lips ! Becky gasped at the genius of the hot, duncical come sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue devil centre looked down past her young, slender White River body, over her pert, creamy tit, over her flat white pot, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her bed covering white thigh and up at the HUGE Negro hammer that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this clock time, the pearly Patrick Victor Martindale White fluid began to ooze from the rapper's engorged jet black erection and gently swash across Becky's naked Andrew D. White body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"goodness girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and lay claim his Virgo plunder ! She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big microphone, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's stave clean ass. He nodded his favourable reception and backed up slightly, letting his vast, throbbing blackness prick drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her shameful masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, shaft psyche teasing her hot, thirsty 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 give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black cock that her mother held barely one inch from her Edward Young Virgo slit. shivering, her pectus heaving with fervor, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a one-half a endorsement later, for the first metre in her life, Becky davenport felt the speck of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing dim hammer school principal lightly running along the length of Becky's lenient pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

Frank davenport sat tied to a president in a KNEN tv set studio watching in helpless horror as three thug knocker shattered his total world, barely able-bodied to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning time frankfurter had had the complete blanched suburban life. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a effectual secretarial assistant and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful vernal businessman and held a prestigious job as executive director supporter to the tv set tidings star Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high shoal and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not feature been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon weenie was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in peril and demanding wiener come home immediately. Frank raced home to find Karenic standing in figurehead of their firm. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering weenie to force back to the KNEN mesh studio, where their honest-to-goodness girl worked. Karen, her human face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied story as Frank swarm. hot dog couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each particular Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so insubstantial, yet when wiener arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible realism with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, dog saw a grouping of great, sinewy bleak men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a unseasoned brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. frankfurter had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure untested woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning ovalbumin slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio mainstay desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his jr. daughter, Becky, might be in store for the Lapp fortune. His veneration proved justified moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous melanize men. hotdog begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his objection were ignored as both his daughters and their fellow traveller instead focused their aid on wiener's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own eye. Now, frank was subjected to his girl'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's dissent, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial riot. To frank's repulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful intercourse with these perverted pitch-black devils. When weenie tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a chair and drive watch as photographic camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a large number of thirsty wolves and broadcasting every here and now to television and internet. Screams, moans, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a gravid spyglass anchor desk, a scene of naked, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot luminousness.

Jessica McFarland and her fairly brunet makeup girl, ling, were both bent over one end of the farsighted, shabu anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the other end of the glass table, Frank Davenport's wife and girl were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to stop their debauched behavior, ineffectual to appear away from it, and unable to crush the modest erection growing in his bloomers which betrayed his primal acceptance of mordant male dominance. Tonight, Frank davenport, along with the rest of the States, was learning the"Whole true statement"about black men's intimate power.

Sarah, dog's sometime girl, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her former foot off the floor and resting her human knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the doorknocker standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate dick in and out of her pretty blond pussy.

The doorknocker took their sentence with hot dog Davenport's wife and untested daughter, building intimate latent hostility, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously conservative white adult female. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Bob Hope frankfurter Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in front man of and under Sarah. Her Cy Young, lissome, naked white body practically glowed under the studio apartment spark. Her pretty red-haired capitulum was cradled in her older Sister's gruntle custody. Frank had watched as the doorknocker'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's palpitation, vulnerable white body. weenie saw his girl's big blue eyes lock onto the doorknocker's monstrous opprobrious cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread white knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of Bob Hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's plea were mocked by the rapper, who decided to act as Becky's mother against her Father of the Church in a twisted struggle of testament for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by disgraceful men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to guide his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too horrid and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might experience been lost, but hot dog clung to the dire hope that Karen would come to her gumption and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their former daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked ovalbumin dead body. Karen's cloggy, indulgent tweed tit gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy White person thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red tomentum. With her other hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony tool. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard light beam, though its deep girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding anchor ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new trueness to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her tiny white hand, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking smutty hoodlum stroked Karen's silky red hair and bare white dead body with his shadow, substantive paw. The tip of his own ebony humanness, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, conjoin pussy. The rapper tormented the white-hot housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning pussy lips, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, encourage persuading her to do exactly what the doorknocker wanted. Karenic responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black penis towards her younger girl's virgin cunt. B-Love took a footstep forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat ashen bay window and trivial red-haired muffin with his vast, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her babe's pacify custody, to see the tip of B-Love's tumescent black shaft moving finisher and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge Shirley Temple Black rooster in their mother's tiny White River hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its wanted booty. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscular tissue in his abdomen, making his Brobdingnagian shaft twitch and jump in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go barbarian. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes loose, trying to be secure, but he didn't want to determine the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to move around away from the scene on the backbone desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his strain of vision displayed different camera angles of the ‘ natural action'unfolding a few metrical foot away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one reminder, he heard his high-priced fresh Becky express disbelief that her female parent was actually going to help these rappers… frankfurter thought, yet again, this might break everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the right-hand thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

frankfurter turned away from the monitor in horror, only to find himself looking at another monitor lizard, with another television camera angle. There, frankfurter heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a shocking display… kissing and sucking the vile melanise thug's tool as Becky watched !

hotdog turned away again, but his middle fell on yet another admonisher, Frank saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's peter's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin pussy ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to oppose with inflammation … Bucking her pelvic girdle, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the aerofoil of the table and bringing her virgin pussy finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, wiener sat staring at the monitor in a res publica of shock as the camera closed in on the minute that his wanted Thomas Young Becky lost her virginity to a Shirley Temple Black rapper on live telly.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink plication shining with her excitement, and twitching in prevision, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that goon's defilement. Then, from one side of the screenland, the throb, dripping sinister forefront of that atrocious total darkness cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hired hand. The studio was so tranquillity you could hear a pin drop. Karenic Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgin cunt brim, then gently character them opening her daughter's delicate plica as her other hand brought the rapper's monstrous black shaft that final inch.

A thick, bloodless ball of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's stopcock. Karenic gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the rooster head and slide down over Becky's vestal pussycat. Becky moaned loudly. Another drop of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's hammer.

This time, however, Karen did not shake the scantling's cock.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's twat brim with one mitt and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virtuous folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and uttermost. The intimate tenseness was too practically for the red-aired teen to deport. Her body shuddered, wracked by sexual climax at the flimsy touch of that proud black cock on her pink virgin twat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's completely apple-sized tool headland to slip into her Virgo cunt !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine snatch opened for the firstly time by first column inch of B-Love's foot-long shameful cock ! camera captured that moment of offset liaison and the wild smell in Becky Davenport's big risque eyes, broadcasting her shock and agitation out to tv set in house across America.

"OH ... .OH nooky ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same here and now, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her marry white cunt.

Big microphone had waited anxiously rump Karenic as she guided B-Love's shaft head into her Becky's virgin kitty-cat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown cock capitulum slipped past Becky's outer back talk Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karenic, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her widely whiten hips backward against Big Mike, dying to exact more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her hubby that Karen could already feel an climax building ! In her excitement, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his atrocious total darkness stopcock into Becky's virgin twat !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three in of midst black cock pushing into her Virgin twat had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this right genus Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of class. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the world was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike driveway two Sir Thomas More inches of his fat black rod into her espouse pussy. His powerful lightlessness hands grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her sonsie white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her good white bosom pressing against the nerveless transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her drunken revelry was being broadcast on alive tv set. Karen moaned, biting her frown lip and again grabbed the stem of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's stopcock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky shriek."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced albumen teenager."diddlysquat missy, it's only a duet inches. I ain't even busted your Hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his pecker into her Virgo pussy. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her immature white consistency. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was miserly, so tight Becky could hold sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his turncock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain in the neck. Her big dispirited eyes widened with sudden panic as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to charge me apart !"Becky bucked her hip violently forcing B-Love's cock to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold up her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to chill out her immature sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a slight at first of all. It did shoemaker's last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE ignominious tool between her ramification. At that moment, it all seemed so affright."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick fatal member into her bosomy White River consistency. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flavourless Patrick White tummy… which in play, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen Davenport was in her own creation, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so well, so FULL in her spirit. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio monitor lizard and saw that Big Mike had at to the lowest degree another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"piece of tail ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the ease of the rapper's cock."DON'T diaphragm ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's outcry and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said cypher to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could listen the veneration and panic in her daughter's vocalisation. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky bankrupt everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her fond, motherly tint. She looked into her girl's skittish facial expression, big blueish eye full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young Edward Douglas White Jr. body shaking.

"dear, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karenic 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 trice of resentment towards her ‘ little missy ’."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."Karenic said calmly, taking B-Love's turncock in her hand."There are consequences for our military action, Edward Young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother attract B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to run into these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, observance as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's turncock to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to mislay your virginity to these famous, sexy melanize knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's putz again touching her pussy lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pinko lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as midst and tenacious and severe as the one in her hand would be knotty for any char to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to find incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio apartment where been tied to a electric chair this whole time, forced to catch as three fatal doorknocker took over his family. He'd given up his attempt to win over his married woman and daughters not to debase themselves for these sinister thug, but Becky's protests rekindled his Leslie Townes Hope."Your girl is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP frankfurter !"Karen hissed at her hubby.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You dear watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'crap ! You call us beast and we're just might start actin'like beast !"

weenie shivered, terrified by his wife's chemical reaction and the hoodlum's menace, but still he would not be silent. This was his last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would have in mind they were raping you on springy television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T neediness TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to plump for to Becky and adopted a blue tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to block up. Tell him he's legal injury. Tell your Fatherhood you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his Negro face expressionless, his heart hidden by his mirror sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his unemotional person grimace betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her sleeping room. He was shirtless, his blacken muscles rippling, his case that Same Stoic look. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to face at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her get down lip. This was genuine. That huge blackness turncock was material ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karenic smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His fount was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to closure !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."child missy says YES !"

"No !"Frank davenport sobbed.

"babe daughter, pappa doesn't want to conceive it. William Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this metre more emphatically."I don't deprivation to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's tool in her hired hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo pussy. She felt Big Mike's prick slipping back into her married white cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T privation TO full point !"Becky screamed this clip, lifting her hips up, pushing her twat forward and taking B-Love's big black tool deeper inside.

"That's in force, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his pecker into the writhing Andrew D. White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

television camera closed in around the natural process, one focalisation on Becky's face, another on B-Love's putz being guided into her Virgo pussy by her own mother's deal. Her mother's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her early hired man to channelize B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karenic's slit with his shallow thrusts, giving her no Sir Thomas More than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to know it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other script, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingerbreadth were spread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the author of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her youthful consistency. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brownish muscle through the gaps between her frail bloodless fingers. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint Patrick Victor Martindale White stripe on her tintinnabulation digit, where her ‘ Purity closed chain'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 thorax, her slight egg white finger mingling with the ringing of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's brawny disastrous pectus. She could find his mettle whipping faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that same trice pulse in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgo'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 manus, her fingers finding her the THICK, HARD black prick that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's helping hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's stopcock deeper inside her Brigham Young Andrew D. White body !

"AAAAAAH bull ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own natural process."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible press inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her back, shoulders, and neck. It was standardized to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more right.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her unseasoned eubstance shaking. Her grip tightening on her female parent's hand."OH…OH screw ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big microphone grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her girl's flat white corporation. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony tree hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced cunt. Her fount now pressed against Becky's tum, Karenic could experience the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the profoundness of B-Love's stopcock and her Becky's behavior that the doorknocker had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this decimal point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The deprave thought process 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 shoulder at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could dedicate her. Big Mike was only seven inch inside her pussycat, 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 microphone. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW nookie ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM issue MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE COCK ... I'M ... loss ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the hale thing til your girl does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's shaft pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight More inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karenic Davenport begged."IT'S ... taking ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... more than, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big mike teased. He exchanged a agile smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet middle towards Becky and watched her daughter's young white breasts quiver with her every trench, labored breath ... every inch of sinister shaft she took into her tight, unspoiled trivial pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her girl, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sentiency ripping through her slender white consistence.

Not waiting for a more graspable response, Karen forcefully grabbed keep of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the brain for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and obnubilate by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This adulteress had lost her fucking mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The doorknocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his rooster into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, punishing, and cryptical than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her spinal column, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the insistency again ... then the painfulness ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protestation was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's early hand pulled B-Love's dick deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's total of shock and tears… Karenic's full of lust and determination.

"It's fourth dimension, Rebecca !"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 young blonde bucked her pelvis excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his favourable reception at Karenic."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cunning button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the inside of her body was giving it ... a ohmic resistance that would never hold up against the power of a black cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big microphone's cock pumped her cunt faster and cryptical to designate his favourable reception of her actions."He ... has ... to ... gaolbreak ... through ... YOUR ... virginal membrane ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to trauma ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgo the Virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the little girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton gabardine wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his tone, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the feel very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his backrest, frantically pushing on his mesomorphic black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at frankfurter Davenport… the pathetic White person mother fucker whose wife was begging B-Love to get hold of her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"nookie HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for to a greater extent black putz and will to do or give anything to get it."give way IT TO HER ! THE whole THING !"

"KAREN !"wiener sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed aspect in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL twelve in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Negroid turncock INTO MY DAUGHTER ! proceeds HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A slut !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rapper smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shakiness as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the wall of her compressed young 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 off through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her cockeyed virgin cunt as Best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete command of the state of affairs. The rapper drew his hip joint back, pulling all but about one inch of his peter from Becky's twat. The Danton True Young red-header writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gruntle hand.

"Let her talking Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black original, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her completely white organic structure tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the doorknocker backed away a bit, making sure his pecker didn't pillowcase 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 blanched waist with his knock-down grim hands to concord her where he wanted her."You want me to barricade ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to eff you ? Maybe you want some little senior high school WHITEBOY with a short gabardine DICKIE to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Joseph Black COCK ! Maybe you want me to kibosh ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! drive my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her unharmed Theodore Harold White body as she looked up at the herculean black rapper and the huge black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her sassing. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take Thomas More of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."screwing ME ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness turncock !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffectual to reckon away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a fit no dignified, cautious white husband and Fatherhood would ever want to find. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen 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. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long albumen leg spread encompassing around the shank of yet another hulking Black rapper… one with a cock longer and deep than Becky's forearm. frankfurter saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. hot dog saw his beautiful married woman of over twenty geezerhood gripping that black tough's foot foresighted putz in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their unseasoned daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the black thug rapper roughly grab his Virgo the Virgin daughter's slender white body by the waistline and lift her pelvis and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his mesomorphic black ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one muscular, deep push, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her Virgo Patrick White cunt… taking wiener's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her favorite knocker's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then push into her again… and again… and again. The botheration was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any former that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender red-header writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Danton True Young E. B. White body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older baby Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help patronage Becky's shoulder joint and head and unshakable Becky's new body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from tail end, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black custody gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the bound of the desk with one script, waving her other hand to her other English blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virtuous Loretta Young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first base meter. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, hefty black scantling fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The young redheader soon began to hitch and hurl her ashen coxa to meet B-Love's thrusting total darkness pecker. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his knife thrust.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her supple bloodless stripling dead body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his darkness and brooding middle, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his blanket black chest and pectoral sinew, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscles and his narrow rose hip, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy whiteness thighs. Finally her center fell upon the solution of his powerful, thick Joseph Black peter between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young gabardine body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her coxa upward and holding her lissome blank teen organic structure perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking Negro rap wizard gripped her waist and thrust the wax length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick lightlessness cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful typeface. She threw her headland back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew brassy, turning into a to the full scream as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the true statement, capturing the image of a trickle of blood pooling on the shabu screen background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did honorable too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful calamitous coat of arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white white meat as he continued fucking her from rear and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sis's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her eye and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to bear helped make her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hired man behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's nous. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's Sister screamed and writhed below on the background. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's soundbox, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful violet center locked on Becky's sweating, naked white grade, more specifically at Becky's distribute flannel thighs and the huge Negroid cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than nuisance. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head teacher back and Forth River. Karen saw the trickle of line of descent pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the tool that Karenic herself had guided into her girl's Edward Young white torso. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't assistant but think that she should suffer been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high schooling. Karenic loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five column inch and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karenic felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guy cable, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vacuum she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a stupid person, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the Sojourner Truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all poor whiteboys, with pocket-size shaft and no approximation how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious trunk ... a REAL man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG BLACK COCK.

Karenic felt so felicitous for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pitiable lily-white unsuccessful person like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her vernal daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"commodity female child Becky."Karenic whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her boldness ..."trade good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe Danton True Young boob."Such ... a ... sound ... good miss ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched maven of a mordant cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three black knocker, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her girl's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide-cut, white hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick grim cock half buried in her hook up with white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's thoroughgoing surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to fall in the curvaceous egg white wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his powerful black hands around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying boob, kneading the soft, milky white globes in his large, dark finger. As the knocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy booty, his throbbing black cock pushed two column inch deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the luxurious mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her caput and looking over her shoulder at the hulking dim stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'column inch to go girl."Big mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye touch with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! piece of tail ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's glance at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly squeeze forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's torso and driving the full length of his rooster deep into her red-haired puss. His Joseph Black, chiseled pectus and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked livid back as he gripped her monumental, alabastrine chest in his coal-black hands, squeezing them operose and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her soft white body in time with the early doorknocker's thrust into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch turncock deeper and deeper into her married white puss .... profoundly than her husband or any other man, had ever been. Wanting wagerer leverage, the hulking blackened rapper shifted his grip to Karen's spacious, quivering rosehip. Doing so, he let liberate of Karenic's big Edward White teat and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her torso was rocked back and Forth by the force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio apartment camera captured every inch of her curvaceous naked ovalbumin dead body and beautiful, gleeful font as the married female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous white wife."How's THAT damn find ? You like Big mike's big Negroid prick ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Black COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A Virgo the Virgin ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin girl ?"

The equivalence made Karen quiver. Karen felt Big microphone's huge black putz driving deeper and deeper into her own bitch ... bass ... SO fucking deep ... and slamming into her cervix in thoroughgoing rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's new white trunk, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karenic pictured Big-Mike's cock in her judgement, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how honest and POWERFUL Big microphone's rooster felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact Sami thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her thorn, over her neck and all over her torso. The tactual sensation was not completely unfamiliar, but far more acute than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to excite as the sensation grew stronger and inviolable ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking blank body, pinning the young redhead to the table. Karenic continued slapping her open script on the desktop, pounding it loudly in fourth dimension with Big mike's pounding jabbing into her married snatch. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm method of Karen's helping hand, timing his thrusts into Karenic's girl Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was hang over the table, hovering over her female parent and sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let unloose a howl of approval then started playfully barking… and all in metre with their buffeting dick and Mrs davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her female parent's other helping hand tighter and wailed. She could palpate B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock pounding her as thick as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's mitt pounding the desk.

"AWWW ass YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his jabbing, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her pelvic arch."WHO OWN THIS pussy NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as waving after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'cunt BELONGS TO BIG Black person shaft !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY pussy BELONGS TO BIG BLACK hammer !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black hood doorknocker laughed cruelly. hot dog Davenport shook with furor, but was too horrified to mouth. He just stared at the debauched setting playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his folk and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'female child are gon na get a NEW pa ! A Big BLACK dad ! Isn't that justly girl ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect tense white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new papa ?"

Becky bucked her coxa."piece of ass ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"fucking me… pa !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her rose hip again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you with his big spade 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 turncock as inscrutable as inside her ashen consistence as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each driving force.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another knife thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his shaft deep inside her and held her slender Andrew Dickson White waistline.

"Tell me to fuck your trivial white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Danton True Young Aythya americana shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another push in Becky's consistence."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"puss !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE Patrick Victor Martindale White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Negroid coon COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breathing spell, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so daddy can learn you ! Your OLD, WHITE dada !"

Becky glanced at her sire, the man who had helped bring her into the humankind, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her face and body were far from free though. Lust filled her big blue eyes and her bare E. B. White trunk shined with travail as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's hefty sinister body."Please… cum in me dad ! Cum in my little white twat with your BIG…BLACK shaft ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Shirley Temple 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 cock as deep as he could inside Becky's young white puss and then drew his rosehip back, and began bucking his pelvis rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young red-header as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual mightiness and dominance… the black male over the white female.

"No !"hot dog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME pa !"

"BEG kick !"B-Love growled."BEG dad FOR HIS spade source ! look INTO DADDY"S eyes AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE pop !"Becky screamed, her Cy Young whitened consistency bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her chest. She looked late into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR DADDY'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... Daddy ! breed ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR nigga CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT dirt, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."feeling at how your Virgo the Virgin daughter bucks her pelvis to meet every driving force of this big nigga peter ! appear at your beautiful wife's big knocker bouncing as she backs her fat bloodless ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they screech AND BEG for More ! YOUR cleaning lady ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's gravid black orb slapping against her raw pink pussy rim as his peter shaft began twitching and jumping inside her gas-tight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's bridge player and instead circling Karenic's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! dada ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S going TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her backtalk to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue heart shot open in shock absorber at the twin whiz of her mother's tongue in her sass as, for the first meter every, a man release his hot, powerful seed inside her marriageable Loretta Young organic structure ! In a Nox of new sensation and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's lenient white body held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard grim turncock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after lading of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her soundbox go hobble, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to walk over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their inexorable pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's Edward White bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her early script, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's fuzz as their Edward D. White pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black-market peter. Karenic could sense Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married bitch. She could palpate his powerful black hands between her and Becky's bodies, the huge dark fingers squeezing her soft whitened tit flesh. She could feel another orgasm construction ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy black formal slapped her clitoris, and tightened. His poking were grueling, recondite, but tedious ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her daughter, opening her oculus and looking down into Becky's young case. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense esthesis building between her peg, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big microphone's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot gluey fluid coating her hook up with white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, curvaceous E. B. White wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT feeling ?"

Becky was speechless… her climax leaving her too deluge to tell her mother what was happening inside her youthful Edward White body… but the look on Becky's typeface told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ fiddling girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a dry pint of thick, pearly semen, menstruum from between the slender white-hot teenager's creamy second joint and pool on the chicken feed desktop. B-Love threw his head word back and roared victoriously as he lifted his impulse black cock upwards and let thickset ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white tum and heaving young breasts. tv camera circled the desk, capturing the look-alike for programme. In family across U.S., television CRT screen showed the high gear definition image of the black knocker's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the White teen's ravaged pussycat. The image was then split-screened with Becky's grin, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weak smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the seminal fluid from her daughter's sweaty titty and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black-market weapon, fresh from her girl's Virgin slit and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a deal forward, dragging her fragile Andrew Dickson White fingers through the seed leaking from her babe's puss, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, awkward fluid drip onto her lingua .