E & I EXCLUSIVE - region ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK Phallus ...

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The computer cover flickered to life with the figure of a blaze sun. A small caption appeared in the humbled left street corner of the filmdom :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black Phallus / label : E & I disc ”.

There is no music at for the first time, just the casual pluck of a alone guitar twine. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hoodlum. Finally, the car's engine splatter and it pulls off to the position of the road. The camera angle snub to the interior of the car, showing a white family. A dorky bloodless dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college predilection pamphlet, is their pretty white girl. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 thespian. An fast-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the fille's earbuds. The girl looks up from her folder and sees that their car is pulling of to the position of the route and she rolls her middle. The wife doesn't look felicitous either.

The hubby gets out of the car and opens the hood. vulture circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the locomotive engine, panicked, scratching his point. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heating system. The daughter sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school alumna rolls her middle, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cubicle phone and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front rear end, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his wound. Suddenly, the daughter's hand taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE diversionist"on its blind. She looks at the girl, a bit alarm, and shakes her head word. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a poop, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again go mom the phone. Mom takes the sound and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The phratry now has all the car doorway open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his crownwork and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white physique. The wife sits beside him, several blouse button undone, and fans herself with a powder store. 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 and parking area in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab threshold, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a turgid shameful machinist gets out. The medicine for the video finally starts properly now, a leaden aggressive rap musical rhythm, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very brawny, wearing some loose fitting jeans and a tight tee. The daughter watches him take the air toward the family car and smiles. daughter slowly rolls off the car punk as her sire and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The hubby opens the cowl and attempt to examine the engine again, but the towering smuggled mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his property in battlefront of the car.

The mechanic glimpse over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive engine, pretending to be worry, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily dress body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet female parent, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inside cleavage of her ample bosom and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how often cutis she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her gloomy lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the fathom hem of the blouse up, tying the front line butt of her blouse together, revealing her own categoric midriff. The grease monkey looks back at the girl, admiring the breaking ball of her mingy little ass in her blue jean short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the lady friend's tiny shorts, over her level tan belly, her firm sweaty chest, pouting lips, and ice bluing eyes. The stud makes eye physical contact with the daughter, making indisputable she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the distance of the joint. 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 female parent and daughter's care, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure as shooting to induce a couple of duplicate suggestive drive as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beatnik continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound tone on the video is poor, but words can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his right black subdivision, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, brawny torso, rippling with muscles. Mom's big profane center widen. Daughter licks her sass, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the machinist takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the duet of gloves he COULD have used to afford the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the locomotive over and sway his head, then walks to the backbone of his motortruck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The grease monkey gas embolism down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his opprobrious skin refulgence in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a duet of inch, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The machinist 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 full eyes and ecstatic attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift apparent movement, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his foreland for protective covering. As this happens, the camera slant change to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the tv camera and toward the married woman and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his sloppy pants fall down a few column inch, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The photographic camera cuts to the wife and daughter, middle all-embracing, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the machinist's cock. The camera returns to the previous television camera slant within a mo, and the mechanic is pulling up his pant. The hubby, still cowering from the belt's haphazardness, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

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

The mechanic decompression sickness down, wrapping is leather whack around the crotchet and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The car-mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motility for the menage to join him in the truck's cab. The shop mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench keister, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the shop mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her round ass a little push up into the hindquarters. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the car-mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front man of his truck and climb up into the driver's seat, but as his monumental black physique squeezes into the cab, it is unmistakable that not all four citizenry will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the grease monkey's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband question for the wife to sit in his lap and lay down way for the girl. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the automobile mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic's broad black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black trunk. The mechanic starts the hand truck and begins to take as the white teen squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyric poem continue :

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

The married man and father look ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the bootleg mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the girl's headway so that he can drive. The girl continues to squirm in the grease monkey's lap, until he finally puts a hefty arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his extensive black shoulders. The mechanic coup d'oeil downward, getting a bird's eye horizon of the teenage daughter's rich Elwyn Brooks White cleavage. The mechanic seems to feature fuss steering the motortruck, and the husband glances into the truck's English 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 married man. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the Caucasian adolescent in his lap and the pretty Patrick White wife sitting side by side to him. A smiling slowly spreads across his boldness. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The young woman in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to observe from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate room in the cab for him to push back safely. The married man hesitates for a import, looking at his girl, trying to compose herself as she sits in the blackness stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding black unknown. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange querulous looking, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the married woman following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in trouble, and the married woman smile at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their girl. The hubby takes a bass, exaggerated breath and opens the motortruck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the doorway behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench seat, indicating the wife should shoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the auto-mechanic's lap.

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

As the hubby gets into the mob car's number one wood's rear, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the bench behind. The mechanic begins to drive away sits back to depend upon in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and girl in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried look creep across the hubby's boldness as he sees that in spite of the supernumerary 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 married man a very rough drive in the towed menage car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the grease monkey and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's face shows distress and concern ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the married man falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the turn a loss spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his cheek. 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 grease monkey's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far slope of the truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of respite until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first off, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to retain her backrest. The hubby sees his married woman looking at him from the truck's behind window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signalise him, but their daughter grabs her hands and military unit them down, under the motortruck's seat window, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a strange wicked grinning is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her female parent closer to the automobile mechanic. The husband ticker, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the machinist and holder her hand down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the give-and-take"I'm sad"just before their daughter pushes her straits down, below the rear end window.

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

The machinist seems distracted by something and the hand truck begins to swerve violently again. The married man, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his girl looking at him from the truck's rear windowpane. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her Fatherhood. She then hold her hand up, ribbon facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in forepart of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob motion'! The married man doesn't quite realize and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his married woman's head pop up from below the buttocks window of the motortruck. His pretty bloodless married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black shop mechanic. As the daughter does this, her Father of the Church briefly glimpses her mere Andrew Dickson White ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panty ! The Padre watches, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the device driver, facing him this clip, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the automobile horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the hand truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is incapacitated to hold back. He sees his pretty ovalbumin married woman looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blasphemous eyes fully of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front line of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad tit. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger's breadth up at him and slips the wedding stripe from her white hand, tossing it too out the windowpane ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car automobile horn again and again as he watches his wife grin at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hired man and waving good-by, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a substitution. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hr, with a loud clangoring. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The picture ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan ..."prognosticate the diversionist !"

Again, the legend appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The diversionist ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black genus Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

Two high schooltime seniors turned away from the cover after watching it with such snug attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring dewy-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two young woman. Like her best booster Lauren, Becky was 18 and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a light source sprinkling of freckle across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the television would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very spiritual. Becky's Father of the Church was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a calendar week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her sr. sister Sarah had been raised with conservativist Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use funky language, relish ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these linguistic rule with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ gaga child'of the menage. Her parents had deep concern about the fact that Becky had done matter like have on mid-riff denudation tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with flock of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did nearly of the early tops worn by her peer. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the depository library and lost rails of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in cattiness of the routine of son who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtuousness was no superficial effort for a high-school older as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity doughnut, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would remain a Virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state bar that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ undercover'rap radical called"Black Phallus ”. The songs were practiced, though fairly risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the net, but had some difficulty. The few connectedness that she found for"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on smut sites for some intellect. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Shirley Temple Phallus CD's seemed out of the question to get in topical anesthetic music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her ally. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Shirley Temple Black phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at low gear, she found them amusing ... and the substantial rhythm and rhythm made her desire to dance. What she didn't mention to her rum Quaker was that the songs were stirring stronger itch than just dancing ... and that on the uncommon occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to take heed to a Black Phallus song to achieve the sound orgasm. More and more, she wanted to pick up their medicine and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her supporter Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music television that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are Sir Thomas More ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to arrest her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than sound."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 solely video they have available 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 eff about the audience ? I thought you said your older Sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

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

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

"OMG, they are ! ?"Becky's big park middle widened. She was stunned."No. Sarah… Sarah didn't say me !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Sojourner Truth'and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ subsist no-holds barred, undivided audience and display America and the rest of the world what Black genus Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their web site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the audience will be lively and uncensored, and there's some kind of especial on-demand pay-per-view sort of deal. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming picture thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

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

Lauren continued."The site said that Black phallus is planning to show some of their other music video recording and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"tow truck"TV was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much blue the inkiness Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually denotative Black genus Phallus might make their music television. The cerebration of seeing titillating prospect unfolding while their euphony played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her case turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ uncivilized ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's account of debauchery and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their medicine video, or onstage at concerts in front of crowd together clubs. They were just lightheaded stories, neither miss completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts 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 follow ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her dig protagonist."I ... I think I should call my Sister !"

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

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In the two years since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young cleaning woman in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow piles of anybody in the sight communications field, and immediately found utilization with a cable news show net. It was a dependable job too, as an"amusement Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In true statement, the job probably should have gone to individual with more experience, but Jessica had the young and personality that the mesh executives had wanted, and her rawness made her remuneration affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer bod, unflawed white skin color, dazzling smile, and big amobarbital sodium heart. Her beautiful human face was framed by a thickheaded plenty of wavy, silky, blonde pilus that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high, but at the same metre had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 anatomy, and her sexy turnout, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news theme. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her foremost appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a menage figure. Before long, her picture graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and advertizement work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and photo were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her vernal paradigm, and began to snip a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing couturier suits in benighted colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more pro, but still the medium, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty aspect who reported on illumination, fluffy, entertainment news program. 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 Thomas More money, she could take the various moulding 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 reclamation at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial famous person. The web 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 confessedly that she could resign, and essay greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her husband Billy out of oeuvre, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so penny-pinching to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone telephone call from a touch network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar stack as the emcee of a word computer programme for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a goodly new wage, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full faculty at her disposition. What's more, becoming the main backbone of a show would afford Jessica the opportunity to purpose story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial amusement figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news platform, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that matter because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was minuscule 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 network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The bonus were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famed, and took the fling from KNEN, King net Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and mightily meshwork. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the newsworthiness media… minority and young grocery store. To appeal to this consultation, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an highly strung youthful epitome, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented staff to patronize that epitome. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the legal age of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive tense meshwork. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite eminent. The only matter that wasn't going well for her was her sex life-time. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, nightstick seemed less and less concerned in making dear to his beautiful, successful wife.

he-goat McFarland, too, always had a healthy provision of bottled water in his function, but unlike his wife, Billy was not well-chosen at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making Sir Thomas More money, and that the work would be ‘ comfortable'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his fellow worker. he-goat hadn't realized that he'd have to form with so many black ! Billy had always thought of Black as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate problem to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working tardily nights, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all contraband men. He couldn't even bring himself to enjoin Jessica. billy goat felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters regretful, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to require sex almost every night, and nightstick's enfeeblement and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been capable to wee erotic love to his young, aphrodisiacal married woman more than twice since the relocation to KNEN six calendar month ago. Billy knew that he was the only thing that wasn't working out for his married woman, 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 eubstance ... confused, saddened, and restless. She could differentiate there was something wrong, but as a good deal as she loved billystick, and as eager as she was for their sex living to come back to normal, she didn't have fourth dimension to find out what the problem was. There were other matters on her brain. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap mathematical group,"Black Phallus ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the nightclub circuit and among stripling and college bookman, but it was never heard on the receiving set or seen on television because the chemical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose language created image of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Black penis's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagination, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few medicine videos the radical made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable's length music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to tolerate any channel to air their video recording unless they were uncensored. The euphony video TV channel refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit capacity, and thus, the early Shirley Temple Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their TV uncommitted on their own internet site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored soma ) on television.

In venom of all the controversy and unavailability of their music, the grouping had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to feature an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television program, and intelligence network remotely connected with the entertainment industriousness wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the insufferable. Black Phallus agreed to an single interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the accord with the group had been reached after week of all-encompassing, mystery negotiations with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so closed book that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprise to discover that she would be the one expected to transmit the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first base, adept chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this candidate was, Jessica felt incredibly aflutter about the consultation. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very piddling time to do any inquiry on the mathematical group. Information was limited, since no interviews 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 Phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of track, Jessica was worried about the concession and agreements that KNEN had been forced to shit, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an sole, no holds barred interview with the rap chemical group, a hold out studio carrying into action, and the right to establish any or all of the never-before-seen medicine video recording that the chemical group had produced. In exchange for this, the chemical group demanded that KNEN consecrate a unscathed ‘ prime time'evening to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the even was used by the interview. In gain to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the audience, nor on the euphony television. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present tense. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the grouping insisted on spear carrier security measures, including security control of the studio for phallus of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain day of the month, due to their tight agenda. This last status had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to machinate for her consultation. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable system news network, KNEN was in a position to live up to the group's demands. The John Major sticking head the web had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To head off any possible FCC obscenity encroachment and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the cognitive content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under 18 years of age, and some other witness ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and black Phallus's website, with the like obscenity admonition. Of path everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial chemical group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap mathematical group to perform some sort of outrageous promotion stunt. Even if the ward off FCC fines, they risked millions of clam worth of lawsuits and patron losings. In nastiness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the undivided interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the grouping 's status were met, and the interview was set up.

At to the lowest degree, this was the prescribed level of how the deal was reached.

The truth was that both blackamoor genus Phallus's platter label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Sami formation, Solomon King's Ebony & ivory endeavor, Inc. To facilitate obscure this connecter from the journalistic prowess of sealed reporters, the only interview that Black person genus Phallus would be capable to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned respective businesses, all with one John R. Major agenda, the intimate dominance of black men over egg white women. For the most parting, E & I controlled business organisation were very subtle in their onward motion of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to raise dim men's physique and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in char, and cause impotency among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's piss. This was standard operating procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly suppress item-by-item women and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce mixed porn or other stuff to set ahead E & I's order of business. For security measure role, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'business organization that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I business operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The sole connector between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced total darkness men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's disc recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap medicine, with mixed composition. The architectural plan was that the raging immature black males and rebellious Stanford White young person that listened to rap music would pick up this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every countersign of it. pitch blackness male person would become more sexually strong-growing, and be encouraged pursue sexual meeting with white women. whiteness males would start out to see melanize male person as sexual superiors, and experience embarrassed about their intimate inadequacies and small member. White girls who heard the music would get to see white males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchorperson of the component X label. The group was comprised of chemically heighten disastrous men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every Sung dynasty on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual mogul of black men, and subverting livid manly sexuality. The philosophical system that the group advocated was that pitch-black men were the sexual alpha Male of the human slipstream. As such, black males had the right to fuck and multiply any woman, every char, they wanted… even marital adult female, and especially white adult female. What better way to turn out their title than by seducing a beloved, splice American icon on television set ? So it was that lightlessness Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its adept reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

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

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 studious or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair's-breadth that she usually wore tied back with a with child bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark people of color, buttoned-up arrest, and a rather unfashionable style of methamphetamine. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her peach and trope were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought process though, as she was very conservativist and engaged to be married. She was kind of an inexperienced person, but quite undimmed, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's need. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it important to have-to doe with to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at body of work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a rear end and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone set conversation.

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

Jessica put the pass catcher down and turned to her lovely untested help.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in thwarting for very much of the day. It was funny to heed to her. Sarah was a spiritual girl and never swore. She never used the lord's gens in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got raging, she just made incoherent moan, sighs, moans, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde supporter smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their helper 's trouble."I 'm sure as shooting I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll birth time to play 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 Sir Thomas More matter for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

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

'' I 'm sorry Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be difficult ... 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 important putsch for our net. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave out fount, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock value plug and image anyway. It 's o.k., honestly, it will be amercement. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the picture, and she'd been ineffectual to gain copies until belated in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to make forfeit to get the get-go pass at the level. The mathematical group had only had a match of eventide free to give to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two daylight !"

The story about Black penis's limited availability was a mixture made up by E & I. The material understanding that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a certificate precaution. Jessica was a effective journalist, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was petty or no fortune for her to find a joining between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about coarseness and sexually expressed fabric, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the same house and enjoyed this controversial euphony genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your babe actually liked their euphony ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the clip, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the early dark 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 night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filthiness ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to assemble these disgusting thugs and get their John Hancock !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate dialogue around this interview, I doubt we can suffer a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be supernumerary fast when these guy rope are here, and the group will receive their own certificate as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and intimate acts during the hale broadcast. In fact, the unhurt broadcast will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercial message, 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 warrant of the nature of the program's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the consultation will be aired !"

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

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

Like the news report about Black Phallus's limited availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover level. Solomon magnate was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view telecasting data format and the web simulcast. Such programme, with secure disclaimers, would allow for them to broadcast sexually explicit music TV, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would let them to broadcast any sexually explicit content ... not just from the medicine videos, but also anything that might transpire in the word studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any o.k. they levied would easily be paid by video gross sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breathing spell. The truth was, she was a niggling worried, but was forcing herself to stay on calm."But I'm a pro diary keeper, but these guy wire are getting to be a BIG, and landing the commencement IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any scathe ! ``

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, felicitous to change the issue from those direful Negro rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelry maker. It took them forever to fit the mob to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the anchor ring. It was not a typical engagement dance orchestra. It was a stunning family heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and adamant. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a frail Au pattern. This finespun figure had been the cause of the ringing 's drawn-out fitting accommodation. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's category ?"

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

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

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

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

Recently the natural intimate impulse that she'd so easily suppressed since her teenaged years had grown incredibly unassailable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was unquiet to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to Common Market for a few months. She would have hated to turn over in to her urge so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hot pants had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every dark she went to sleep thinking about her wedding ceremony night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently patronise mentation of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be regretful for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a endowment to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its awry. The only reason Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so tickle 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 Lapp boat right now with Billy."Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her husband's impotence.

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

Jessica realized too recent what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! billy goat would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his Holocene ‘ trouble ’. No issue how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Pres Young writing table !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her indiscretion."nix ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to keep the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. billy's impotence had become a beginning of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the underground slip. She wasn't about to hold that jeopardy again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're touch on about those Guy from Onyx record book coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just deport professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and kickshaw you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! solution any motion they have, aid them out anyway you can, and lock in up afterwards. okey ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few months and long hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a newsworthiness program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great life history, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her minuscule role, side by side to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her calculator for a great deal of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work out, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a roast at her room access.

Sarah opened the room access to find two very with child, very powerful, very smuggled gentlemen towering in movement of her. One wore a Joseph Black suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy knickers rig, almost like pajamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange Ernst Boris Chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetric links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assist but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their pelt was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate Brown. Their eau de cologne was intoxicating.

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

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

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

"YES ! rightfulness ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behaviour. She suddenly felt that companion lonely longing for her groom-to-be that she'd been feeling over the last couplet of month. What was coming over her ? There was an inapt secrecy while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her appointment ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's petite white hand in his giant star black ribbon. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her fingerbreadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to count at Sarah's ring.

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

The hulk didn't let go of Sarah's paw. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her ribbon with his unattackable fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitating to extract her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her handwriting. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were still for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eye off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hired man.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to establish you guys around the studio. Is there anything in picky 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 enlarge, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to show you ?"

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to wee-wee trusted everything you have is compatible with Black person member's motivation, for tomorrow nighttime's studio apartment performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her dispirited lip gently ... Her heart were glued to the white black lenses on the clean black font of the endorse man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her business office,"I have a large spell of appurtenance that I need you to avail me test tonight. It could necessitate much of the night, but I trust I can look on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lenses of the 2nd man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate Elwyn Brooks White feature framed and overwhelmed by his masculine inglorious features."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his gravid black hand on either English of Sarah's soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to actuate backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That doorway was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her haste to get out the spot that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black penis"videos seat. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's function door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her help's stubborn stripe. No doubt, Sarah was still having problem with her computing device and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been month since the two of them were intimate, and researching blackamoor Phallus's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to nominate her long for a shag that she hadn't been capable to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable time to come. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. billy was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would birth been shocked by the pile. The office staff was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much worry throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the level. On Sarah's desk, in situation of the cast out data processor, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked stack of blackness and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Redeemer shag CHRIST ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the massive black dick pushing profoundly and deeper into her recently virgin albumen pussy. She would experience been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, untried, pure bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up Methedrine on her moderately white face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin stratum of glistening fret that caused her tranquil Caucasian skin to beam like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah's full, delicate, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his loggerheaded black shaft, using her gentle white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen pitch-dark cock-head sticking up between her bosom. Behind Sarah, the big Joseph Black in the sunglasses ( whose gens Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hired man on her tiny blank waste product, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after in of his monumental calamitous cock into the pretty Patrick White assistant.

Just five hr earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her beliefs. Her body was a tabernacle. Her virginity was a giving to be given only to the man she would marry ... 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 massive black stud she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her soundbox as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so in good order ... truer than any feeling she'd ever held.

"OH lamb screwing GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Christ ... fucking ME ... fucking ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious little girl had learned to appreciate in the last few hour ...

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

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The Shirley Temple laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unknown stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that misfortunate dense whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussycat that I'm FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG nigga putz ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the blacken demanded.

"foursome ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it learn us for US to get our big Shirley Temple peter in you ? Four bit ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the blackamoor in the dark glasses increased the tread of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... long time !"she gasped.

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

As the blackamoor laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four long time to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four proceedings !

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

"Then enjoin 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 wedding !"

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big Shirley Temple Black cock bottomed-out in her uterine cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo the Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six calendar month to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... prick ... !

"AGAIN !"the black-market fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... sinister ... cocks !"

"LOUDER beef !"the shameful roll in the hay her yelled ..."I want to cum in your slit while you scream that shit ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussycat, and Tom Watkins fucked her lip and titty. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty egg white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lip when she felt the nameless stud's stopcock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virgin white pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black he-man threw some apparel on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak leg and surveyed the chaos of her power. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sis, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling facial expression. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to encounter the black phallus doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP toss to the studio apartment the next dark. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that asking, and that thought process turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her headphone, laying on the floor with the telephone receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the telephone line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect push, and punched in a phone act. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a content.

"Hi, Becky. It's your baby. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a mo. Sarah didn't want to just occur 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 to a black-cock-loving-slut in a subject of hr."I met with some spokesperson from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about blackamoor penis that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was unseasonable about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make certain you see this interview so I'm going to netmail you my credit placard routine so that you can order it on pay-per-view or sentry online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

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

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hobble hawkshaw. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., so he wanted to adopt advantage of the time alone by trying to get his peter 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 television. He was still watching it when Jessica got dwelling house. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a trivial clean tease for him, slowly taking off her occupation attire and getting down to her bra and step-in. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his shaft a patrician squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to obliterate her defeat."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and married couple, she could act upon on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her habitation role, powered up her figurer and began studying her enquiry and inquiry that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of bit and third lines of questioning. She thought of dissimilar slipway of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her clip as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the cart track that were on her music DVDR. She could hop-skip the those tracks and watch their video recording later, thus saving a piffling time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ grime ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only natural"into figurer and plugged in a duo of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take up government note on the language. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd take some lyric poem from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the full textile until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR medicine TV. Every single song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a assembling of bad give-and-take though. The song on"Only Natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about blackamoor men having sex with Edward White cleaning lady, all kinds of white womanhood ; younger, sure-enough, 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 Sung dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the Song, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first song was called"sizing DOES subject ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, size DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of disgraceful men and abnormally large penis. The song underscored the all philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the Sung as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"amends"was about a black history undertaking in a college class, where white students had to become ‘ hard worker'for black students for two hebdomad. The Edward D. White female students end up becoming sex hard worker for black men, while the clean manly bookman were forced to watch. At first gear, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and anti-Semite, but the exorbitant tarradiddle continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about raceway copulation and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy hoodlum ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous account the Sung told, the explicit lyric slowly started to uprise on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the birdsong must intended as some kind of racial caustic remark, and that the ‘ true story'title were just part of the act, made to generate controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the song were so outrageous.

"love, I'm Home"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to notice his wife in bed with the black neighbour. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the bias veneration that white people have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban high School that has to line up to an influx of African-American scholar when an inner metropolis school close. The PTA protests that the ratio of scholarly person to teacher will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want lightlessness in their mostly white schooltime. The song goes on to name how the black male elder seduce all the white girls and the hot livid instructor. Jessica again saw this vocal as an development of racist fears and sociable comment on tweed trajectory from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a blanched man vying for a forwarding. He invites his pitch blackness party boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the knob meets his employee's sexy White married woman, he tells the duad that he'll apply her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the white married woman on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The next calendar week, the chief gives the promotion to another dim man ... whom the bloodless married woman also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to lay off approbatory action.

"Spirit pin"was about a White college cheerleading team throwing a victory bacchanal for the black hoops team. There was a ‘ humorous'crook at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school school day and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smiling at the idea of the dumb jock'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to accommodate that the music itself was quite in effect. The fleshy bass part rhythms were inviolable and coursed through her body, making her wish to dance, or at to the lowest degree move with the medicine. Jessica burned the remaining birdcall to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and impress around the elbow room.

Jessica let the steady, unrelenting speech rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the music continued. It had been a prospicient metre since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little come alive. The lyric still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the sea bass coursing through her torso. She barely noticed the more shocking tone the Song dynasty began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the side by side Sung was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' nigra In The Wood piling '', the next track, was an even more humorous vocal than the previous one. Using music sample distribution from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the narrative about a man witnessing the nativity of 'his'low gear child. When the sister is born, its black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a inglorious man !

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

"love Gospel According to John"was about a white girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sugariness heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet Edward Young white-hot wife"to have a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a mordant lover !

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

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racialist white college girl who is tempestuous that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's affaire with a black man. The black man moves into the business firm and has to swear his self-confidence over the lady friend showing her just why her mother left her beginner for him.

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a melanize floater who is taken in by a dependable Christian bourgeois family, and how within a hebdomad he seduced both of the family's Twin Falls daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both young woman at once, the sire is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last cut was the title track,"Only natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to comment that this song was featured in one of her music video, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of bootleg manlike sexual superiority and potency, from the angle of ‘ natural selection ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every cleaning lady knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every cleaning lady, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by melanise men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being uninfluenced, the sexually explicit lyric of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the doorway to her position and went to her sleeping accommodation. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her bridge player down the front of his pants… cypher. She gently bit his ear lobe. billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her function, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lecherousness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music telecasting on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her care earlier… something called"egg white hymeneals, Blacked St. Brigid ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music television into her reckoner. Not wanting to ignite Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the profound pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a firing that no coldness rain shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue devil eyes locked onto the screen door as the first images flickered to lifetime. What happened future was like an out of soundbox experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked St. Bridget"music video seemed to be a serial publication of vignette 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 borderland, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass heartbeat, and a female person chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The chess opening scene showed the knocker standing on a leg similar to those one would see in a strip ball club, terminated with provocative exotic social dancer. The background were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windowpane. The terpsichorean were all immature white charwoman, wearing assorted skimpy kit evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with full breasts and long, burnished hair. Each girl wore a espousal velum of some sort, ovalbumin high-heels, and some skimpy blanched lingerie. One lady friend, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another daughter, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and scanty and long, gabardine satin gloves. A third gear fille, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong pantie, with a garter swath and fishing net stockings. The former girls in the background knowledge were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper Pole', standardized to those tantrum in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the terminal were painted a rich, dark mahogany brownness and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished Brown terminal, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big low eyes directly into the tv camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

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

The covert cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the euphony continued, the camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The Bridget smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The studhorse runs his spit over his back talk slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her shrink from nervously with her nosegay.

The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church service as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of Elmer Rice or birdseed from all many of the nuptials guests. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can go up in, the car suddenly pulls away from the Curb. A with child black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The bridegroom and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church service steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a star sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Department of the Interior of the limo, to a tightlipped up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Saint Bridget on her stifle, between B-Love 's bare black ramification. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head curtsy up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and humeral veil bounce gently with her crusade. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shudder went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that scenery. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the institution and spirituality of married couple. Instead, the nerve of the television excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the truelove pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the effect on the screen, she'd stopped taking eminence. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her pegleg, resting her mitt on her groin.

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

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This time, the background is a large and expensive looking response Charles Francis Hall. It 's a different wedding, with a different stableman, and this prison term the bride is the redheader. We see the St. Bridget and groom in the reception blood line, greeting their guest. A large black man comes up to the Saint Bride and grin seductively, taking her bridge player and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large blackamoor hand over her white-satin-clad tit. Her middle widen in daze momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the osculation. He tries again and the ignominious man, still kissing the Bride, grabs the husband's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud picks up the St. Bride and carries her away. She tosses her sweetness over his unspecific articulatio humeri and a petite, tan blonde maid of honor catches it. The girl holds the redolence and a spirit around confused ... then sees another disastrous stud poker. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hired hand, and leads her out of the room behind the Bridget and her black stud ! The bouquet falls to the storey, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the language `` I Do Black Men, And Only inkiness Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingerbreadth snake down the presence of her slackness ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the medicine. It was such a instinctive response, she didn't even note she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next sketch Menachem Begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty Edward D. White Bridget dancing with her stableman. A mordant stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the fairly bride lustfully. The scantling, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder joint and indicates that he would like to dance with the St. Brigid. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the stableman away. The black rivet pulls her closing curtain for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glimpse down ... we see the black scantling smile ... There is another cut, this fourth dimension to a blanket pellet of the dance floor, wax of dancers. We see the stableboy, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The photographic camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the bulwark, her huge Elwyn Brooks White wench hitched up around her shank, while the black stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the measure of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping metre with the medicine. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of Passion, so enraptured with the picture that she was barely cognizant of her own existence… let alone cognisant of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her facial expression was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her spry white digit probed deeply and deeper into the fold of her garden pink kitty, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in regular recurrence with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and concentrate on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly groan as the adjacent vignette played ... and the side by side ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the like ... a beautiful white St. Bridget ditches her blanched groom for some black stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The bridegroom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a melanize waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white icing off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to burn his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the ostler is wiping frosting out of his center, the ignominious server whisks the bride and the cake out of response Asaph Hall and into the kitchen ... with the blackened kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The guessing cut to the bride's expensive white wearing apparel lying in a stack on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the Bride lying across the kitchen's preparation board. She wears nil but a few strategically placed smears of white cake frosting. She writhes in exaltation as respective pair of orotund total darkness hands smear Thomas More cake frosting all over her milklike gabardine skin. The camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing Andrew Dickson White bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked dead body. The photographic camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her puss is blocked by a melanize man's bald head ! She rests her white manus, with its shining marriage ceremony ring, on the black man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a jolly blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her groom. The groom is talking to his unspoiled man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the St. Bridget on the shoulder joint and rustling in her ear. The Bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the Bride gets up and follows her Brigid's maid out of the room, down the residence, to a dressing way. Opening the door, she finds 3 bootleg men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride grin and tour to the Saint Brigid's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the anteroom to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the residence ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to number back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several nimble excision of hired hand ( blackness men's manpower and Andrew Dickson White womanhood's paw ) ripping the white surgical gown from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Saint Bridget adjusting her humeral veil in front of a mirror. The room access of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was abandon. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the genitals of his cover-alls ... the Bridget's oculus widen and she smiles and flush. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the dressing room. We cut to wedding company in the social movement of the church, waiting for the Saint Bride so they can set about the observance. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her girl. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful tweed girl on her stifle ( back to the tv camera ) kneeling in front of a sinister man in her full moon bridal gown ! The mother stares for a moment, before another blackamoor man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and sweep her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon cortege. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grinning ... The groom holds up a finger's breadth, indicating they should expect, and that he wants to take a shower beginning. The bride pouts, while the hostler steps into the can. Then there is a knock at the doorway. It 's one of the hotel employees, a good-looking pitch blackness man, with a complimentary bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the john. The blacken stud looks at the closed bath doorway ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the St. Bridget 's body, ending on her beautiful side ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her animal foot under her dress.

The future shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the bridegroom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the management of the camera, and his jaw drops. The television camera pulls back ... now we see the hostler in the setting. In the foreground, on either side of meat of the blind, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the lady friend 's wooden leg, blocking our sight of the bridegroom. He continues thrusting into the fille, in prison term with her leg saltation, and the beat of the sea bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his sinewy melanise torso refulgence with sweat. 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 time with the music 's cadence. The St. Brigid's lily white hands run up over his pectus, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into activeness, out of the television camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her paw from her panty ... and found herself looking at a obnubilate, and shocked husband. billy goat stood in the dark hall, just beyond the open room access of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the watery-eyed stableboy in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to pull in how confining she had been to what would possess been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussycat 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 elbow room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could wee out tears on truncheon 's face. `` I ca n't conceive it ... in here, masturbating, watching that dirt ! ``

'' babe, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to empathise ... 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 hand ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was billy club 's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the images of powerful melanise men and Edward D. White women in a music video. It was more than he could place upright.

'' It 's a bunch of god shucks spade ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist nomenclature, but he could n't help himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the news left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too former. billy goat 's oculus widened with wrath ... or dread ... or sorrow. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the room access behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The entire fruition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt honk to her stomach. Her last input left her filled with guilty conscience. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so horrific ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer proctor. The television had ended. She had no thought what the close scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the combat with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to centre on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the adjacent day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no uncertainty they'd be up half the Night talking. As much as she wanted to assort affair out with billystick, tomorrow night was the big audience, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her nursing home office. She grabbed a mantle from the linen press and a bottle of weewee before stripping down to her underclothes and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eye, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired creative thinker. Her man and wife had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in month, but now she was n't even able to catch some Z's future to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this metre ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focalise on her vocation lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to digest on her personal animation after the side by side night 's interview with Black Phallus.

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

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The bridegroom stood at the altar ...

The Saint Bride stood in her dressing elbow room, adjusting her caul in the large standing mirror ...

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

The stableman stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The guests'heads turned too take in the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two tumid black hands band from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. E. B. White ivory and pearl fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

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

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

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

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

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd amend take aim a frigid shower and get to work and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the exhibitor, she made sure to crank the frigidity pee up luxuriously. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't botheration, it was an sinful predisposition, one that could only be attributed to a heightened land of sexual tensity. This was the same intimate tension that had been building up through hebdomad and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Same tension that had led her to masturbate the old even, while watching pitch blackness Phallus's explicit video. It was the Lapplander sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and devote her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on nightstick ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilty conscience was in full appurtenance. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own unspeakable words kept coming back to frequent her. How could she have said those fearsome matter to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convince she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must suffer felt neglected by her recent career focussing, or maybe threatened by her Recent winner. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her complete ashen body, Jessica planned her eve. After the interview, they would go out for a overnice, quiet down, wild-eyed dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got abode, Jessica would impart billystick a dainty massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be dainty and loosen, and then she 'd start lovemaking. To make sure enough it would n't conk out, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. viva voce sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her lip to be vulgar.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would tire it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could throw off her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales event at the Hidden Closet lingerie storehouse, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panty, a match garter whack, and a pair of blackness thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lacing and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c bosom, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful circle E. B. White ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the eroticism of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat black skirt and sports coat that could be worn on-air for the eventide's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, billy club was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm dark love, '' Jessica cooed, resting a frail hand on her married man 's berm, `` I never should feature said those awful thing ! ''

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

'' I 'm sorry too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, ineffectual to look his wife in the optic, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her deal and raised his side so that he was forced to make eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so bowl 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 things have been difficult since I started work at KNEN, and I 'm pitiful. I 've had this big consultation coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... doorknocker. '' billy goat felt his blood start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong affair to say. Her guilt trip over the former nighttime took hold again ... again casting herself as the remiss married woman. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so very much of her attending lately, but then for him to watch her masturbating to one of their television ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

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

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

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

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In nastiness of the frightful things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his love life and accompaniment.

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

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

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

'' Really ? '' billy smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick coming together with her producer and went over the program for that evening's display. It was established that Jessica would present a little background information on the group, and innovate each of the euphony video recording before conducting the audience with Black phallus. Jessica was gladiola of this. Due to all the quite a little with billy the previous evening she hadn't been capable to watch all the television. Seeing the videos before the audience would give her the chance to develop more doubt. The only real problem Jessica now had was that her helper didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, piddle, or juice. This was not the grammatical case today. It was almost midday before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the bunch, Sarah was usually queasy on programme 24-hour interval, but today she seemed spoiled. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this demeanor, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the knocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ promotion stunt'they might get out in the studio. Sarah was no incertitude extra nervous about them being in the studio that dark. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect composition looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very run down and her apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Sami clothes she had worn the late day ! Had the poor girl not catch some Z's ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to utter with her new champion and assistant.

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

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an brow,"I mean you were late getting in this dawning, and you seem a little deflect today. Are you trusted you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the Same wearing apparel you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a crude dark lowest night. Up form of late… you know…"

"Before a studio session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew comfortably than that. Everybody had to maneuver at one hundred ten per centum on broadcast days.

"Well, I was helping black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weak"We were getting busy most of the nighttime ... I mean ... busy most of the nighttime, getting things ready !"

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

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

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

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big gloomy eyes,"it went a lot full than I expected. I learned a lot about the radical, and I have a whole new regard for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own delectation of the music, but would never have believed her button-down, coy Young assistant would let been able-bodied to look past the aerofoil of the lyric poem. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the political program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that form of group made Jessica more than a small curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary reply,"it would take a long clock time to explain and I don't think we have clip. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to demand to set up the illumination, so you'd advantageously get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's concluding commentary was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and thrust a overbold weewee bottle into her hands.

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

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the mainstay desk, going over her while the set's locomotive engineer busied themselves around her. After Black genus Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the former evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to trump light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio luminance, Jessica couldn't supporter but feel like the lights were hot than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of warmth, but tonight the luminance'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottleful of ice body of water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water supply that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquidness"e"cristal mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a gulp from her weewee bottle."I can see kindling and auditory sensation, and even camera employment, but the temperature ? Those lightlessness Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her center and took a deep breath as she fanned herself with her note bill."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this estrus. How much longsighted ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another nursing bottle."Not much longer now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til broadcast 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 live on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not a good deal metre 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 shuffle up."Sarah replied.

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

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

"Is make-up very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor."I think I need a nimble cutaneous senses up before we go on. All this hotness is making me exertion and I don't want my look to be shiny for the interview."

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

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There was a sense of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the latent hostility in the studio's atmosphere got mellow and in high spirits. Jessica found herself getting very aflutter, more so than normal for one of her consultation. For one thing, he-goat still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't conceive of where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the program started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous vim and unnumerable bottles of water supply resulted in a much needed lav prison-breaking. She returned from her break instant before the broadcast, and the stress of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap chemical group in the country… maybe even the domain ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Shirley Temple Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience segment to stage some kind 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 whole staff of"The Whole truth"news political platform shared. That shared nerves was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a bottle of alkali war paint down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with simple minutes to air time !

The girl was very apologetic,"I'm so disconsolate Ms. McFarland ... individual bumped into me and I lost my adhesive friction on the nursing bottle !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the constitution bottle. funny, her bunch wasn't normally this clumsy. The set conductor quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sport jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her pitch-black top by the busy bridge player of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black sport coat that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed crownwork with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the aspect she was getting from the gang, even if it was for just a second. This was a real event that she did not demand to go through right before an interview.

"Lets bunco people, we've got 3 hour to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The closet girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's font and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the brand up fille was smearing some access al-Qaida across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket crown ! The crown was a brilliant royal Amytal coloring material, with a black neckband, but no lapels. There was also a black form going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six in blanket, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest. The designer jacket would have looked very master if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the interior part of Jessica's whitish white titty, and even a bit of her dark demi-bra's snapper ! The closet young woman had given her the wrong kind of jacket crown !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could chance !

"I've got a spare jacket in my government agency"Jessica offered,"if you could commit mortal ..."

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


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Backstage, in the Green room, one of the VIP waiting room down the vestibule from the studio, billystick McFarland sat in a gravid overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his married woman's news program to get down. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary collation and toast bar, with a refrigerator. The rampart of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masquerade. One wall featured a built-in blood plasma HDTV proctor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, nightstick was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by surety downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the Sami guy rope that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Sat, the Saturday good afternoon security work party was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like chucker-out for some black nightclub. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly black ship's officer shrugged, handing Billy his card,"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 card through the reviewer again… looked at his computer screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to have problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These calamitous love child were giving him trouble because he was a bloodless guy."I don't have time for this poop, I have to get to the studio apartment !"

The second base black guard stepped in straw man of Billy, blocking his route. billystick couldn't help but back away in concern of the giant, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The sentry duty took twenty arcminute to ‘ assert nightstick's identity operator'with the security office. They didn't annoyance apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black safety device, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the effect that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a face ... Billy choked on his cult as the elevator room access closed and the laugh echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time billy goat got to the floor where the studio was, the programme had started. The studio surety, another pair of black musclebuilder bouncer character, refused to tolerate him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, billy was escorted to the green elbow room and told to watch out the programme from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in nervous expectancy as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the appearance to set out. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able-bodied to watch the interview on television !

Becky had called her sis Sarah a mates of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to travel to the studio that night and actually cope with the radical. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the chemical group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ vulgarism ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber political party to watch the interview on Laura's information processing system with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's star sign on a school day Nox ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The side by side morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the audience, Becky woke to see a voice-mail on her electric cell phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her citation card number so that Becky could edict the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that Nox so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That Nox was one of the rarified occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her dwelling alone. Her beginner, was at his mid-week church encounter. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to find out the interview with blackness Phallus, her preferred medicine group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young red-header's small Caucasian hands were trembling with so lots 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 clean stripling's back and shoulders as she registered her sis's recognition bill selective information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her household, watching the television intently, as the opening claim of"The whole Truth"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the Nox's account, briefly wincing as she caught a glance of herself in the monitoring device. The inner one-half of each of her full phase of the moon, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call fille, so some form of porno-film edition of herself. She tried to neglect her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Truth'about ‘ pitch blackness Phallus ’, the States's most controversial, and most popular, underground rap group. Their low gear record album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million written matter in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their euphony is heard in night baseball club and teenagers'suite across the country."

Jessica could barely boil down on the words scrolling up the teleprompter CRT screen. The heating plant of the studio lights on her bare chest was a constant admonisher of how practically of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the tv camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or goggle box, and banned from some record book store'shelves ! The ground for this is because some in the governance and the media claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Negroid member's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their video have never been seen on television because of the sexual message and allegedly offensive nature. Some euphony mesh officials have gone so far as to label the video recording as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glance of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more meek pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the autocue and the monitor lizard as she continued trying to find a more professional spatial relation and read the teleprompter at the Sami prison term.

"Shirley Temple Phallus claims that the use of such extreme message in their euphony is meant to show their deeply-held political philosophy about democratic thought and societal values. In light, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justified exemption of expression. They point out other alleged ‘ explicit'songs that are given tuner and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaint. The grouping claims that they are dupe of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their medicine is perceived as a menace to the egg white establishment. They say that there are some in ashen America that wants their spokesperson silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewer will check just what pitch blackness Phallus wants them to know !"

The nerves in Jessica's vox could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in front of the television camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattle. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television introduction and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her endeavor to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist validation ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to show you the TV that the music television channels won't. All this, and More, after a abbreviated break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a piddling as she read those cobbler's last contrast off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the consultation, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! memory board of watching the video the previous Nox ... and the gist 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 former night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in a nearby proctor ... she was sweating a little ... and her milklike Edward Douglas White Jr. bosom were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of piddle under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial gap. What the hell were they making his Jessica wearable ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she concur to wear such a matter ?

He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of H2O from the refrigerator.

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

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

That must be the understanding. truncheon sat back to look on the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to ignore the sinking flavor in his abdomen 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 Sir Thomas More bottles of ice-cold H2O under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her helper, and realizing that the severance afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her cap."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my role. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her coat of arms and showed the ridiculous quantity of beautiful blanched cleavage that her jacket exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful blank cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The Edward Young looker stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but observe the unusually anxious behavior her normally simmer down and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her assistant,"You've got some buttons out of shoes. The speed three are undo, and the middle one is out of sync with the clit holes."

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

"Sarah !"Jessica exclaimed,"where is your engagement closed chain ?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative youth charwoman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an strange total 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 abode this dawning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... BACK IN Phoebe, FOUR, 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, dysphemistic. These are the tidings that music telecasting net executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music group"Black phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast tv. The determination has resulted in preventing all of those euphony video recording from ever airing on TV ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to concentre on the teleprompter and disregard the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to polish with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male person studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Sojourner Truth, are able to present these TV, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this audience 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 entireness. much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offense. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an scoop audience with the artist creditworthy, and hear what they have to say about their euphony, their picture, and their unusual ism about club, culture, and race."

Jessica's intellect briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face these outrageous black rapper. How would she possibly be capable to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensory, sexually explicit lyrics about white women. What horrible comments might they make about her physical structure if they saw her in this crown ?

"The first music video that"The whole the true"will exhibit you tonight concern Black Phallus's eyeshot on the concept of matrimony. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit words and video footage. Black penis claims that this explicit material is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the medicine video recording, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally tenacious pause at this point, her mind vagabondage to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the response that she'd had to them… and betrayed aspect on her husband's face.

And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's"White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the deed of conveyance of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit discussion on air !

"White marriage, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to keep a master demeanor, but couldn't aid but shiver as the song's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous eventide when she'd seen the video.

The TV feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this television she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow people to remember that total darkness Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assist but notice that several pairs of middle in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to see something to perturb her from the video playing on varan 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 dim form of Tom Watkins ... coach 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 bosom and kneading them roughly through the satiny cloth of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom powerful chest of drawers, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's seawall, rubbing the tremendous 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 inkiness COCK like you did finally night !"

"Of trend 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 total darkness man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the push of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm tit, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft Caucasian skin was covered with hickey ... hickeys she'd received the old evening, from many fateful mouths.

Tom reached a orotund black deal out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full house titty, and hard mamilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating activeness ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the footing, face to cheek with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black shaft, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly aroma ... a smell laced with the EI enhanced X blood serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingers over Tom's slide fastener, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black turncock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny ovalbumin hired hand, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating dark-brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billystick thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this drivel on television, let alone reveal my wife to it, and make her do a floor about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will sire for these ... degenerates ?"This is cast ! Who would bask this shit ?"

But Billy knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Saami television he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch out this garbage !"

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Becky davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white brides and Shirley Temple Black rivet in different erotic scenarios on her TV projection screen. She'd heard that"lightlessness Phallus"television were pretty blue, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was cheating. The theme of a married woman cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this video showed new lily-white St. Bride ditching their hostler on their wedding day and giving themselves to black men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should get hold the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty youth Melanerpes erythrocephalus dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her handwriting up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white tummy, never taking her oculus from the action.

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By the clip the telecasting ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the Monitor skinny her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the video recording, but its clout was just too unattackable. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the old night.

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

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

"As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is intellect for controversy, but that's not the sole video recording we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video recording, after these subject matter from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"truncheon didn't like the audio of that. The kickoff video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyric were expressed, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the next picture could be worse ... Billy was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this filthiness would be sitting column inch from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's wagon train of thinking was rudely interrupted by her make-up young woman's smiling face and occupy hands."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a niggling shiny."

Heather Christiansen had just been hired a calendar week ago, and while she seemed a short inexperient, she was very aegir to delight. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph 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 monitoring device ... she looked a little lustrous, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the female child to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The female child spritzed Jessica's typeface with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the miss lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shucks cap ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehand and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty young makeup daughter"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young physical composition young woman,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can encounter her."the make-up girl responded, rushing off set as the theatre director's phonation boomed over the intercom ...

"binding IN FIVE, foursome, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The abasement of infidelity, and genetic evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the matter of the side by side"Black Phallus"picture. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's programme. Viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Joseph Black Phallus's video recording,"Nigga in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her programme, but"Black genus Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the parole were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would get publicly aroused by the video's content. But no matter how lots she may have wanted to try and ignore the paradigm flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's stars and producers in the next part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the TV started. While as crude as the previous video, this song and video seemed gear towards mood. At least ... at first ...

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The picture opens with a scenery in a infirmary livery room. We hear the strains of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a whiten yuppie hubby with a video camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to have parentage. In spite 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 mitt in one hand, and the tv camera in the early"Here he comes love !"

We see from the view of the camera ... the capitulum of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spread legs spread wide, a material draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a rich narrator booms"Congratulations, you are the beginner of a gallant baby…"

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

Your married woman gave birthing to her baby boy,
but something looks a little improper,
His skin 's a footling too dark to be considered ovalbumin,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a scene of married man leaving for workplace in the dayspring ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the sass. She's a confection, impeccant, Marcia Diamond Jim character. She stands in the doorway of their cover girl suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown University Packages can do for you !"The rescue man, one of the sinewy black studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the sign of the zodiac with a bombastic box. His sinew flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline level, indicating that the married woman needs to signalise for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her gown falls surface slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bump growing in the speech man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating chocolate-brown eyes. Before the wife can protest, the smuggled delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the family, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front end threshold of the planetary house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, Black person paperboy in his late teen, sitting on a bike at the end of the married woman's pavement. He's grin.

The dig cuts to a cheeseparing up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding picture of the husband and wife, in an expensive quartz glass anatomy. The frame of reference is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding ceremony photograph falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The guesswork widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the trading floor by the bed ... and beautiful memorial tablet bed headboard, banging against a rampart. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed post with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her cheek, she is moaning and smiling. The photographic camera pulls back, showing the black manner of speaking man, in uniform, shirt keister covering his ass and the wife's long Edward White legs wrapped around his waist. The tv camera pulls back further, out the bedchamber windowpane, where we see the sinister teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

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

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

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

The side by side guess we see is another shot of hubby leaving for employment, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. husband leans forward kissing his wife on the brim. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after husband leave of absence, the muscular, ignominious paperboy rides up the house's front line sidewalk and pulls a paper from his large number. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to nibble it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her sizable white segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her gown up. He shakes his head, then flips open his mobile phone earpiece. Her eye widen as she sees the video he's shot of her and the saving man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the report boy's pouch of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his wheel laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a barb of the front door slamming. Cut to the inside of the mansion. The Black person stud stand in the entree of the theatre, facing the camera. The married woman is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the television camera, and the ass of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude organic structure to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedchamber, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up paper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that footling actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see husband leaving for work once again ... with wifey point of view in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to snog his married woman on the back talk, 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 bottles. Again, it's one of the giant inkiness rappers from"Joseph Black member ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the married woman into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk feeding bottle dropping to the primer and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The room access gibe behind them.

We see a legal brief snap of the brass section headboard again, followed by shaft of Milk River running over a mesomorphic Joseph Black chest ... and the beautiful white married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera pellet ..."coon In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the drive and the wife waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's front door, the wife is on the sound. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to reveal a large, bleak, pizza pie delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE blimp ”. The married woman grabs him by the apprehension and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the outdoors pizza pie box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the desktop, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the tv camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza pie guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's school principal backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our persuasion is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the left wing edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting question over the top right recess of the lid.

poor people dumb blank jerk,
you went to put to work,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some dim cock,
in that married white cunt,
we 're gon na pull in your wife moan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see dash after shot of the white wife letting more and more pitch-dark men into her dwelling house to fuck her.

The future blastoff is of husband being shoved out the doorway with his cap and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a shrill connection under the lav cesspit. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened link. Another spry cut shows the room access being opened to a black plumber, then a quick shaft a flooded bath storey. The lav is aroused and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower bath doors we can piss out the semitransparent silhouette of the married woman and the black pipe fitter. He is holding her up, facing him, with her branch wrapped around his shank and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The side by side panorama shows a large, muscular black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the Caucasian brace's family, carrying a pool Panama. The front door outdoors, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy string Bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect whitened ass tilt, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding shabu doors in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera shooter goes wide to testify that there is no pool in the rearwards grand ! The inkiness man raises an supercilium in disarray, before a panoptic grin spreads across his boldness. He then turns around to see the Stanford White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's bowed stringed instrument already untied and the cupful of the top just sitting, loose on her boob. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to hang down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the background, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the picture changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security measure scheme keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security measure Silent alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the doorway, setting it off. There is a speedy edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black security officer walk up to the house and open the threshold. They find the wife standing in the nominal head hall, wearing black leotard, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a pseudo surprised look and then puts her helping hand up, wrists together, inviting cuff. The smutty security police officer smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'code into the protection keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the photographic camera stays on the action, looking through the break out windowpane. From behind, we watch as the certificate officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling melanise muscles, as the wife falls to her articulatio genus ( out of shot ) in movement of the guards. The refrain sound reflection and the shot change again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To works a finely black baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the house. Two enceinte, muscular black gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the forepart room access. The wife answers the room access in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work order, with the words"distinctiveness bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grinning, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very next shot holds on the bedside table again. The marriage ceremony photo is gone now, but there is an dismay clock and a recently used noblewoman's minor and can of shaving ointment. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a pitch blackness man is laying in the bed on his backbone ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the guesswork ... before second gear duad of black hands pulls her up and out of the nip again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her short ignominious baby. Then she looks up and sees a brawny black orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's expression, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the child to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walking over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving bye to her hubby as the doorway shuts behind her.

hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hall ... with a screaming lightlessness baby. A pretty blonde nursemaid in a sexy Edward D. White unvarying approaches them.

"Awwww !"the nanny smiles at the father and ‘ his'baby son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell threshold and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all four on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital gown afford in the back and the dark orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The suckle looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the door, shedding her nurse's uniform as the threshold closes.


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Becky Davenport's stimulation was increasing, though the pair of virginals stripling was barely cognisant of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"picture repeatedly cheat on her married man with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house albumen breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and muscleman that was exposed on projection screen. Becky was unlike than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to crush her sexual urge on easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of male child and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In cattiness of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to refuse the attention of the boys at schooltime. Of grade, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the monumental studs in these TV. Becky wondered how long her conservative values would hold out around men like these. Would she pay herself over as easily as the adulterous Loretta Young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the dubiousness, she continued groping her own Young tit with one handwriting, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her mole, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"television ended, the crew in the studio could barely carry their laughter long enough for Jessica to turn over a abbreviated segue into a commercial break.

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

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

"Scots heather ?"Jessica turned to the make-up girlfriend."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't happen her !"The make-up daughter 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 elbow room. I'm changing on the next breach ! I can't do a life-threatening news interview with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's thwarting were coming to a oral sex ... weeks of increasing hot pants ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the premature eve ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his job ... the pressure of the interview ... the overpower heating plant of the studio lights ... these erotic picture she was having to present ... and her bosom on video display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rapper would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pluck some sort of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline business diligence. But Black phallus has their own take on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a hamper aeroplane lavatory. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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The video opens with no medicine. We see a fateful 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logotype"BPA ”, with a strange embodiment that appears to be a stylise image of an vertical black cock.
Cut to the interior of the woodworking plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde buffer flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A heavy black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendant says in a oceanic abyss booming phonation. It's Big microphone from Negroid Phallus.

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

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

The aphrodisiac white pilot grin."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, womanly white hand picking up the receiving set mike."attention lady and gentleman's gentleman"speak a couplet of beautiful pink lips into a phallic shameful microphone,"This is your master speech production. Thank you for flying total darkness Phallus Air !"

The tv camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one manus. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her black tie from her shoe collar with her free bridge player. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine tweed blouse. The photographic camera pulls back promote to show Big Mike ripping his undifferentiated shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular Negroid body.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of time of day, but I do want to warn you that we might be in stock for a gravelly drive ahead ..."the captain remark, seeing microphone's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should delight every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! thank you ..."The captain is at a expiration for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his pant. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The screen fades to blackamoor and then the music suddenly starts with a fasting, aggressive pulsation. The video now flashes with a serial of three alternate guesswork of the woodworking plane's interior. All of the shots are from the same angle, with the Saami camera, but are lit differently, and depict dissimilar scenes within the aeroplane's fuselage.
One jibe depicts the plane's interior lit normally, total of rider on the flight. Another shot shows the three phallus of total darkness genus Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the tv camera and rocking with the music. A third shot depicts the plane's Interior with dimmed luminosity and lightning heartbeat outside the Windows. Each twinkling of lightning reveals glimpse of au naturel lily-white and black branch, writhing in the passenger rump. These three versions of the plane's interior shots flash back and forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert More than your air international nautical mile, cunt !"a vocalism 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 limn the news report of an airplane escape. We see the first-class cabin where there are a identification number of attractive rider. There are many white women and shameful men, and a few Andrew D. White men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the tail end behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the place is bouncing so much because a young white adult female with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is discompose about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The words continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your charwoman cry out brassy.
Black engines screaming and the blank female child cream !"

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

The lyrics continue :
"Our big disgraceful planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand fundament ...,
Our big black dick will get way up in there, and hit those white young lady'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to make certain cypher else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two whole tone, the white rider finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond hostess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned bright blue stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his bottom to his bum and points at a condom sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess proceeds to her seat at the front of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the niche of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the Andrew Dickson White husband, glance at the bathroom door, then back at the hubby and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and take the air up the gangway, towards the lavatory !

Hubby's eyes widen in awe. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hired man and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the tending of the stewardess. This produces the desired consequence ... the hostess, upon getting up to serve the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his way of life and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"signal. B-Love just smiles and use up a footstep forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love base on balls into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular pectus into her helping hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black snatch the hostess's carpus, holding her script to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to take the air backwards. In seconds, they are at the toilet door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a quip. The white-hot wife peep around the door. We can see her bare berm. She is obviously in a res publica of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in panic when sees the hood and the air hostess. The wife starts to shut the threshold, but the black stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the black stud and the stewardess noisily entering the john together. There are a lot of bewildered and concerned looks and rustle exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his arse ... humiliated.

"This here trajectory's gon na shift your lives !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na take your married woman !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the shape of the pic is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Interior Department of the planer, the inning still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the toilet !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ twinkling gash ’, a series of liberal shots that have been intercut with early imperfect nip ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a endorsement of each stab at a metre. The dead reckoning are accompanied by the Song's chorus. Between each line of rap, we here sexy White person female interpreter cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulency ... she's goin'down and you can't do make !"
"Fly Me child ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her E. B. White cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE occupy restraint and we fly that squawk !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET blackamoor COCK ! FLY ME sister, FLY ME ! !
The lastly lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each shooter is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, close framing, and shuddering scene, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful wild blue yonder eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the Caucasian married woman's lip, biting her own let down lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's oral fissure moaning ... intercut with the married woman's eye looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked Edward D. White back as she leans forward into the black man's sinewy back, causing her good ovalbumin breasts to swell at the sides, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting fatal torso ... four white deal exploring pitch blackness muscles ... one bloodless hand wearing a hymeneals ring and clutching a brawny bootleg shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door latch, and charge ... The dead reckoning suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mass of mixed sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spitefulness of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her satiny white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her farsighted white legs wrapped around the muscular total darkness rider. The black passenger is nude and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though much of his trunk is obscured by the wife's pegleg and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blond fuzz is still in its severe french-twist and her picayune downhearted hat is still perched on her headspring. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from ass. Her full, sick blanched breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of soft Theodore Harold White flesh out from between their consistence. Her long white legs are gap wide, around the ignominious man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in shock at the lurid display. We see several pellet of passenger ... white woman, white men, and inglorious men ... watching craning their neck opening to see the action. The snowy men look uncomfortable, and force at their dog collar nervously. The dark men seem to be smirking and grinning. The tweed char seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Loretta Young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her Fatherhood tries to compensate her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big shameful man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and grinning. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the military action. She slips a midget white script down into her lap and begins fumbling with the push of her jean. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her white cotton panty, her sire sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her men flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the legal action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, business woman sitting between a black man and a white man, is watching in stupor. The men are both clearly aroused by the activeness ... and both look at the aphrodisiac white business woman. The inkiness stud takes one of the charwoman's paw and billet it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her script is resting on a tough protrusion in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the natural process. The T. H. White guy grinning at this, and sees it as a enterprise for him to do the Sami. He takes the womanhood's other hired man and post it on his own protrusion. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusedness. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her bridge player off the ashen guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her little finger fingerbreadth out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to follow the action ... and places both hands in the grim guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the push of the business enterprise cleaning woman's causa jacket.

In another row of can sits a fateful man on the aisle, a Cy Young white man in the center, and his pretty white girlfriend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to watch the action in the social movement of the plane, but having hard time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to switch place with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large black man sitting next to him, refuses. The ignominious man sitting on the aisle bottom smile at the jolly white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The moderately E. B. White missy climbs over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the fateful man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a tidy excrescence in the dark stud's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window fanny, offering his lady friend the shopping centre seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the seat following to her swain vacant !

As all the passenger keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ john binge ’. He can convey no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his backside, and goes to pull his married woman out from under the black. The defenseless Andrew D. White stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again decimal point to the"Remain Seated"signboard. The offspring wife laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his keister, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular grim man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ toilet orgy ’. The camera angle swing to behind the new black man, framing the naked White air hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to direct to the sign when he suddenly drops his knickers. Her sky-blue centre widen in delight ... She begins to climb to her knees !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breast. The camera cuts to a wide shooting from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked white torso from head-to-toe, her consummate Edward D. White ass still clearly visible, and the English of her breasts seeable under her implements of war. She now kneels obediently in front man of her new inkiness lover, her blond head blocking our thought of the standing Black person's shaft. As the standing bootleg passenger pulls the hostess's blonde principal to his crotch, In the ground we can see the rider of the sheet ...

We cut to the assorted passengers again. Some are still watching ... others ... are interfering !

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her forefather 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 ass. Her Fatherhood looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her denim are subject, and there thrust into her Patrick White cotton panties is a big black mitt ! We see the activity above the tray table now as the older teenage arches her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray board with her diminutive white fists ! The Fatherhood sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her climax, she sees the blacken rivet raising his tray table, revealing an enormous extrusion in his bloomers. Her middle widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the Father-God, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three seats in presence of them block the purview of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the Black person passenger places his enceinte melanize hand on the back of the girl's pretty blonde head, and pulls her case down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her read/write head disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The black looks over and smiles at the founding father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm trend that she is jacking off the pitch-black stud sitting next to her. The Andrew D. White guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to conjoin the action ... he lowers his bridge player to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his mitt away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"push over her seat. A large, brawny ignominious Male flight accompaniment comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The dim flight of stairs attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud then takes the tweed man's seat and joins the legal action ! The white char happily allows the stud to push her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and snap away her nylon stocking ! While the black rider continues playing with her knocker, the bleak flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big bleak helping hand between her branch ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the fellow who wouldn't trade seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his lady friend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the figurehead of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the Negroid man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and jerk at his girl's arm, trying to rive her out of the ignominious man's lap. The lady friend slaps his helping hand away, never taking her eyes off the action in the forepart of the plane ... The black macho-man smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big grim hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her knocker. The stud whisper something in her ear from nates. She smiles and stands for a second while the dot work shift in his rump ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth outdoors wide and she throws her school principal back ... her clasp body milkshake. The camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their trouser around their mortise joint ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy quiescency in his prat ... 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 uncover that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy white redhead lean over it, get word ear-buds dangling from her pinna and a daze look on her case. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the Interior Department of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the airplane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to expect at anything else around him. The photographic camera pulls back to discover the white pilot film lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... white legs spread-eagle with a defenseless muscular black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her archetype's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the cover of the plane, the television camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The woodworking plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the completely planer ! The camera finally reaches the first class section and stoppage ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap vocal ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no euphony ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd disturbance. We see rider disembarking from the plane. beginning we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her melanize lover. Then we see each muscular Shirley Temple Black passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or air hostess at their slope ! Then the white co-pilot, whiten female person pilot and her smuggled stud disembark. The master Edward White wife, hubby, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An older blackamoor air hose custodian control panel the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white married man from the showtime of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The white guy sighs, rises, and opens the overhead freight bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walks to the bathroom room access and Pound on it angrily."honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my cheap airline business tickets."the rule out groom mutters under his breath."Son of a squawk !"

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

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

One of the safety knocks on the bathroom door.

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

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

The second guard peek in the bathroom room access and grin, then turns back to the hubby."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The sentry duty suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest outside cabin threshold. Holding the struggling E. B. White man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the room access assailable with his other hand and blows out the inflatable hand brake slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard duty says, shoving the hostler out the door."THANKS FOR flying Shirley Temple phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

The stableboy yells as he slides down the slideway and the guard turns back toward the john, shedding his tie and sports jacket. He catches peck of the blackened janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly pitch blackness man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na screw you a White person fille ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other sentry duty out the door and down the slide, then joins the maiden safety and white wife in the bathroom.

The photographic camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK tool ! I'M SO gladiola I FLEW inkiness genus Phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was extortionate, and horribly objectified cleaning woman ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those sinewy melanize men ... the curvy young Edward D. White woman ... something about the direct contrast of their hide as the grope each former was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless Edward D. White male passengers having to watch 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 vision wander so much while she was on air."We'll be right back after this sponsor announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the telecasting end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in chemical reaction to the issue she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the manus thrust down the straw man of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her manus under the girdle of her Andrew Dickson White cotton step-in when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video recording ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that little girl was sitting future to her Fatherhood on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked physical structure as she kneeled before a muscular black passenger. And the sight of the Lapplander air hostess falling out of the bath with the white wife and the Negro stud poker passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was seeable ... you could see so a great deal !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'motion made by one of the E. B. White female passengers when she rejected a snowy male person rider's intimate improvement. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were smaller than melanize 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 pantie. She wasn't sure. What she was certainly about though was that she wanted to see more ! Thomas More videos ... more total darkness men ... Thomas More OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the adjacent video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be uneconomical or haywire of her to partake herself without looking at one of the black he-man in the telecasting ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Shirley Temple Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called broom the make-up girl.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette make-up girl standing by the linchpin desk clutching a dark interior designer stage business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How practically metre do I take in to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last video recording was a yearn one and so is the next one. The studio needs to build sure enough that the we hit the next breakout on time, and have enough clock time to get the group out here ..."

"So how farseeing to I possess ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babble girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The camera operator nearby, all gravid, muscular black men setting up the consultation set, looked up from their work when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the ground for the jacket crown change in the first billet ... she'd spilled that war paint down Jessica's master copy jacket.

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

It was too deep.

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

"BACK IN Little Phoebe, FOUR, three, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally composure and gather up diarist and telly presenter felt like her globe was falling down around her. At place she was dealing with a serious problem with her union and sex life. At work, the meshing had scored an exclusive consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no clock time to enquiry and educate for the interview. Compounding that exit, the scoop interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap grouping and their record recording label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar bunch, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely rich music videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the program even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample bloodless cleavage. She had hoped to switch into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be plenty clock time during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the undimmed studio apartment lights, but the sexually-charged mental imagery of the music videos she'd had to stage that dark. Jessica was sweating so very much that her pretty make-up fille Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial breakout ended and Calluna vulgaris rushed off television camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The pretty white diary keeper was thankful that there was one to a greater extent music television to show before she had to inaugurate its controversial creator to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that prison term to collect her thoughts and train, psychologically for the interview.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text edition on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's possibility of organic evolution. dominant allele traits are passed down from one coevals to the following. Likewise, in intimate telling, all fauna look for certain attractive qualities in a spouse, including the man animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ total darkness genus Phallus's own interpretation of the hypothesis of rude survival. At this spot, we'd like to prompt you that tonight's program is intended for mature audiences. The stuff programme on this special episode of"The whole trueness"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. watcher discreetness is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to contract a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the television. Like well-nigh of the former telecasting, Jessica had not reviewed the television before it played on air that Nox. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask interrogation about it during the audience. She could only hope that there would be time to change the jacket during the next commercial disruption. It was very possible. She knew the next shift came on the hour, and would be farsighted than the late ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the go video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the early night when watching the"Blacked St. Bridget"video. Jessica turned her tending to the video reminder near her desk.

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The video opens with a egg white actor, obviously made out to be Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The password he writes are heard in articulation over as the photographic camera slowly pulls out and the iridescent gets spacious and wider.

"Since the publishing of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through instinctive selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my possibility may be applied to the man animal. In civilized smart set, we concern ourselves with social position and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a instinctive selection as these rules are imposed by our mixer goodwill. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'course of study where mixer status is lower and therefore less significant, the conception of ‘ love'seems hold precedence. But what is sexual love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our base animate being desires. The enquiry must be asked, if the issues of beau monde were completely removed, and the female person of the mintage given reign to her own predilection, what ‘ lifelike selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and confrere, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife madam Jane Whitely, I have traveled the human race, studying tribes of primitive person, who are less evolve and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's vocalization cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his articulatio humeri briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, colored, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will respond my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the married woman and girl of the other explorers in our political party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY noble ! YES !"lady Whitely shout from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Charles Robert Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and bettor than my married man ! So often mysterious ! We simply must pee-pee sure the ma'am review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his daybook submission :"I am as yet unsure of how the humankind will react to the outcome of this study. Some will no question receive it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural Holy Order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass pulse plays over madam Whitely's scream. The music is a slow, seductive pulse. A caption reading"present tense Day"appears on the screen as a new scenery appears.

The new setting is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young cleaning lady, white, sits at a bar. The fleshy bass of the period of play as the first lyrics of the song are heard as a liberal White River guy carrying two drinks approaches the lily-white girl, and gives her one.

"womanhood want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the respite'
Gon na be a rotation !"
It's survival of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only lifelike !"

The girlfriend smiles faintly and confabulation with white guy, but then she looks past times him ... and up ... and smile brightly. Behind the E. B. White guy, in the sister's eyeline, is the hulking physique of one of Black phallus's knocker. The rapper access, towering over the white guy and the lady friend, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a deglutition ... the girl takes her bag out quickly and wage. The white guy angrily taps the ignominious man on the shoulder. The knocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his crapper, and taking his berth. Both the knocker and the white missy ignore the flannel guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the 1st few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive Greek chorus of"Only cancel"is heard.
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my germ
Only natural
Big Joseph Black Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

"charwoman want the warm,
They want the longest,
It's a rude survival of the fittest !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and cover
She gon na choose my Black Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house mental synthesis situation. Some white mental synthesis workers on the roof make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unhurt scene rewinds and then restarts. This clock time, when the blond jogs past the twist site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the Lapplander underbred gestures and cat calls as the Patrick White cat in the late version of the setting. Now, instead of flipping the Guy the bird, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glister off their sweaty heftiness. She looks around the street to make sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the soil. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to breast doorway and smash. A boastfully contraband man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only raw
Fillin'your T. H. White daughter with my seeded player
Only natural
Big Negro Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The adjacent poesy begins. This time the context is a officious city street. We see a bloodless guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive Edward D. White beat maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the m maid, reaching into his trouser. There is a cheeseparing up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a shooting of some change in the guy's paw ... indicating that he has money to pay for the measure. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the military officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the tag.

Cut to the Same occupy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This clock time the man is a mesomorphic disastrous stud. The Lapp meter maid is writing him a ticket. Like the snowy guy, we see the total darkness guy walking right up to the measure maiden, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close-fitting up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic military officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding change for the beat. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty meter maidservant ... her sassing knock off overt, and her big doe optic equal over her broody sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the side by side snapshot, we see the metre maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both mitt resting on the cap. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to take a breather on the black man's back, then scans down to depict his bare, muscular mordant ass, his stage bed cover, and his pants around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the white segmentation and undefendable blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in nominal head of him ... her small white paw rap around his muscular blackened ass, clutching it ... as he starts to lunge into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car careen violently !

As the next poesy begins, the setting change to a high-toned spa. The dig opens in a small steam way. In the steam way there is an attractive Edward White couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and be given forward and buss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne-Ardenne bottle in a bucket of run ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of bubbly, and the ignition lock implements of war around one another, and drink from the glasses, showing off beautiful gold nuptials rings. They lean forward and buss again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the door closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two untried, mesomorphic, Patrick Victor Martindale White bodybuilder. 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 two-piece body suit that shows off her super-flat tum and toned, tanned limbs.

This scenery is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular black man entering the field. The blacken musclebuilder is practically great and more brawny than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a whiteness toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their various Edward D. White guy rope to go greyish brown over the black stud. He puts his mesomorphic weaponry out, taking a aphrodisiacal girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the white distich is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'unitard are thrown out too !

"You're in dearest with a fine Lady,
You want a family, want a baby,
So you marry her and make her your wife"

"But animate being instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My smuggled cock gon na ruin your life !
It's Only instinctive !"

The wife seems shocked, and the married man beats on the door angrily. It opens and the blackamoor rivet leans out, smiling, holding the door wide open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the husband's promontory with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud poker's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning Black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The smutty man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the room access. She pushes past her married man, who is still blinded by the disgraceful stud's drawers. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the fateful man ... we glimpse her arrant bare ass as the door finish ... over her berm we see the gym-bos qualification out ...

The doorway slams shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your lily-white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big total darkness Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new conniption, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stoppage and a fit, attractive, professional couple, husband and wife, get out of the car and walk of life to the presence door.

The conniption alteration to the Interior Department of the home, and the doorway hatchway. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, making out with her bloodless beau. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the missy to her room.

Cut back to the drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the pair gets out of the car ... and the front door opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, blacken, Black Phallus knocker, and the girl is in her bra and step-in ... the contraband man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her girl and the boyfriend and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the contraband man's pants !

"Your white daughters are afters girls
You want to protect them from our worldly concern
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black tool
Your lil'bloodless world gon na ROCK
‘ case I'm a-make those cunt CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The nigrify man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a loathly glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her female parent's look. The mother looks up to suffer her girl's lustful regard. Over the growing bump in the rapper's pants, the girl glances over at the Joseph Black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the doorknocker ... 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 former's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each womanhood section her lips and lean her drumhead ... their faces get tight and closer together. Just as their backtalk are about to meet ... the scene cuts !

The refrain reverberation ...
"Only instinctive
Whiteboys can't vie
Only cancel
Fillin'your Edward White girl with my source
Only natural
Big Negroid genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the in conclusion vignette begins. This time we see a hoops lawcourt ... there is an all white-boy team, in low-spirited uniforms, running onto the lawcourt.

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy little white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... slopped blasphemous jumper and tiny blue skirts. Each lady friend's hair is done with a I ponytail in the backbone, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking gamey and shaking their pom-poms in musical accompaniment of their team.

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

The opposing squad, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant star blackness studs, including the Negroid Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of black he-man easily dominating the lawcourt, quickly sinking basketful after basket, as the albumen boys run around almost aimlessly. A shaft of the scoreboard shows the sexual conquest 13 to 6 in favor of the contraband guys.

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

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eye widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the tourist court, and then at each early again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in battlefront of everybody in the sportsman bowl, right there on the homage, the cheerleaders begin to disinvest !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on sieve for 2 seconds, accompanied by the lumbering bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike shell with a ‘ Boom ’.

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

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

There is a scene of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white team suddenly loses a point and the sexual conquest goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a shot of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their vapid white tummies ...

There is a shaft of two sexy whiten cheerleaders, with bare articulatio humeri, a redhead and a brunet, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a shooting of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another item, the sexual conquest goes to 13-4.

There is a dig of blue jumper flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a shot of a blue jumper hitting the flooring, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the egg white hombre lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a shooter of a dismal perspirer being deplumate open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a blue devil cheerleading skirt being lowered over a double-dyed White ass ... in a red thong.

There is a injection of the scoreboard, the Edward D. White guys lose another percentage point, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a aphrodisiac clean leg kicking up in the air, revealing a petite team-red twain of panties ... with the black men's'squad logotype over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the missy's are practically nude ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bra, panties, lash, garters ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in support of the superior black scantling !

Cut to a pellet of the daughter asses ... perfect whiteness shtup in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the line of young lady ... looking through their legs, we see the actor staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each dim histrion picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular Diospyros ebenum branch. One musician, Black Phallus's leading vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful thunder. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guy wire lose another point, the mark goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the nigrify players ... tugging at the textile, revealing the rippling black muscle. Small Andrew Dickson White hands running over hefty shameful chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One young lady is on her human knee in front of a smuggled player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the television camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her he-man ... and leans forward ... her fount disappearing from view ... a gravid fateful hand reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and thong drop to the storey ... We see defenseless black and whiten bod in the shower bath ... Andrew D. White missy kissing the large-minded berm of hefty melanise histrion ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the Sung's finale. As the chorus line repeats it is combined with the sound of girlfriend moaning. Each time the Greek chorus repetition, the moan get flash and more legion.

We see a naked blackened player, facing the television camera. The shot is only from the breast up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in front of him, her back to the tv camera. Her thin snowy subdivision wrap around his black neck ... The camera scans down over her staring bare consistency, as two mesomorphic black arms wrap around her slender white shank ... two enceinte black hands slide down the diminished of her white vertebral column ... over a her everlasting white ass ... pulling her finisher ... her legs spreading wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's body begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the speedy glimpse of a duo of bleak testis below her stretch along pinko pussy.

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

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

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


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

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

He grabbed a bottle of piss from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned facial expression on concealment. His poor wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the photographic camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off photographic camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouthpiece gaped spread out ever so slightly ... her full clean chest heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they have a first journalist, an American sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then wait her interview its God Almighty as if they were anything else former than pornographers ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's consultation would probably be a vituperative indictment of the obscenity that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of trenchant questions, designed to rip those Word of cunt apart, and let on the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so a great deal ! That sexy crownwork that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television system, let alone a high-pressure interview. No matter. Her sexy appearance would cast these stupid strong-armer off their sentry duty. They'd expect to be dealing with some cunning cream puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

billystick looked back at the silver screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth heart-to-heart slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a arcminute. The"unit verity Logo"appeared on covert, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews pitch blackness member !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that nighttime, her don was at a church merging and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the aliveness room and observe Black penis's sexy music video, all alone. One after another, each picture excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only cancel"picture ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe tit, and her mitt frantically rubbing her Virgo kitty-cat. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to total darkness member's euphony, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her drumhead was spinning. She could get a line a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the house land line. She picked up the telephone set, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no musical theme that the caller had been her female parent, calling to tell her that the Holy Writ club merging had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART octad : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet blackamoor phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank picture Monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's erotism had awoken something mystifying inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a manus down between her branch. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her panty ... She thought of the mother and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big grim men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That steady, soporific, pounding bass ... all the images and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other dark. Jessica's nous was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her finger's breadth rub back and forth over pussy pile. The tenuous textile of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the youth brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown linguistic process ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could listen was the musical rhythm of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at ling as if the pretty young war paint lady friend was starring in one of the video's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this tantrum would roleplay out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black-market man ? But no ... no, this daughter was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real number life now ... not some rap picture. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her mind no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket crown away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and parasite."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the vernal brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a parasite.

Jessica whimpered ... her white meat and nipples had always been very tender ... and in her electric current state of arousal ... she started to turn cognisant of her surround again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her handwriting up from her groin, and waved her facial expression in a despairing attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't rap you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's cheek and segmentation with concealing powder,"it is passably hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her libidinous daze,"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 head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of weewee under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulps. That was better ... her mind got a piffling clearer.

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

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

Startled by the interruption in her delirious thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly twirl around in her electric chair, only to observe herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her face ! After a few endorsement, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine prominence, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blueing eyes upwards to see a contraband man's denude torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a brilliant, brawny, Diospyros ebenum trunk, with rippling abs and a hefty chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden strand necklace that perfectly complimented the man's drab deep brown pelt. The but habiliment he wore was a match contraband shoes, the peculiar gold strand, and a brace of Shirley Temple Black leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'elan. Finally Jessica's eye rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black expression. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a dyad mirror-lens aviator dark glasses. When she tried to front into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonish, blench reflexion ... and her total white tit heaving in her unprofessional blue devil jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able-bodied to reckon compensate down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful black chest. She wasn't little ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two grim men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became cognizant of when she managed to arrest looking at the sable giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate white hand out in an offer of a handshake. The giant black man took her tiny hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long right finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her white deal to his cryptic dark face and kissed her finger gently. His traveling bag was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, lovesome, and soft.

Jessica couldn't assistance but grin ... out of politeness, of grade ! The man was being very bold !

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

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

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

"It is a pleasance to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's paw. His voice was rich, but not as late as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish grinning. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed plumb in a similar personal manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully bespoken pitch-black suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular Shirley Temple Black bureau. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eye were beautiful consortium of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her handwriting firmly in his. Big Mike's vocalism wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and ample like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also hard. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly giant. He wore black bloomers, a black muscle tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's dresser was a red outline of a black-power fist. microphone had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost husk, and his head was white shaven. His eyes were hidden by a yoke of Negroid sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of ling out of the corner of her eye. The composition lady friend was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black script on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the telecasting ... Saviour, these guys never quit !

A representative came over the loud loudspeaker."FIVE MINUTES everybody. place on the interview set please !"

"well gentlemen, I think we should cook our way over to the audience set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's attention. She failed. She glanced in microphone's direction again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed Mike sharply.

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

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

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

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

"You got it"microphone said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make up indisputable big dad here don't look too glossy, decent hon ?"

"Yes sir !"broom giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the lady friend allowed herself to be treated like that. She said cypher though ... There would be time adequate to address the group's view of adult female, when she conducted the interview.

As the group walked over to the set ... just a few 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 opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the work party mostly consisted of ‘ business nonage ’, mainly women and black males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black Male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black genus Phallus's own engineers, just for this even. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a springy performance that nighttime, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the makeup young lady and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment design that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with deadbolt of Burgundy wine satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were bleak and gold vessel filled with dried prime and reeds decorating the cover of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal cutis and fur ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were real.

At the strawman of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch improbable"missionary work Style"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy fabric draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a big, brownish leather couch, with a zebra peel draped over the rachis. At one end of the mesa, also facing it, was a couple leather professorship.

B-Love immediately took a bum in the large, throne-like electric chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his powerful pitch blackness arms over the professorship's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a develop man sitting in a child-size chairperson.

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

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

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

"No, of course of study 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 president. Why don't you take the lounge, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a seat at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the middle. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty fundament next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her peg on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit squash sitting side by side to the two enceinte black men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news program desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her bill. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the picture monitor off set. It was quite a heap. The warm, fat, blue color of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue air crownwork. The contrast was almost as austere as that of her tiny white signifier, squeezed between two hulking melanise men on a great black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in five-spot, foursome, III, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the indorsement hr of a very special episode of"The Whole verity ”. We'd like to remind you one last prison term that tonight's episode of"The Whole Truth"contains stuff of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this eve. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their euphony, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their picture. You know that"Black Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three penis of the rap grouping Black Phallus. To my left wing, is B-Love. To my right field is Shemar, and finally, to my far rightfield, is Big Mike. Good evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't avail but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these jumbo thugs as ‘ man ’, but something about them commanded respectfulness."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across U.S., without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio set, or your videos aired on telecasting. How did this come about ?"

"word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard soundly euphony, and the club scene spreads news show fasting. So does the cyberspace, and almost young people, the people who buy our music, are on-line. Word gets around fast."

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

"fountainhead,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got good rhythm, strong beats, and some sheer rhymes. people like what we're sayin ’. receiving set and television don't issue beyond that ... that's the stage business end of it. If masses like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, spill about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his eyebrow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from real life experiences. We want to percentage these experiences, so that people learn more about human being sexuality, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's press on the"true"nature of the Song dynasty's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in graphic symbol'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want people to learn about your philosophy of man sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the pictorial nature of your words immediately campaign people away. Doesn't it make them not want to listen to you or learn your theme ?"

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

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

"hoot, that ain't it at all ! !"Big Mike shook his head,"The cause our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the wireless station and TV network are scared of us !"

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

"movement we tellin'the verity !"The truth can't be offensive to nobody but liars ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The Sojourner Truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an set aside segue into a new line of questioning."Let's lecture about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately report your reliable philosophy and your music telecasting depict existent 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 sarcasm. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ school of thought'of black male superiority the radical espoused was something they seemed to necessitate seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other knocker, bragging about their subjugation. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! Wives, St. Bride, mother, girl, cheerleaders ... Maybe the plug and contestation was just about selling disc and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the report were exaggerated to betray records.

"But there are some overstatement, here, aren't there ? Some esthetic license meant to generate controversy, or vellicate ?"Jessica asked in a take exception personal manner.

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

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

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty decent to come along as one of the poser in her video ... but then thought about how cleaning woman were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insult. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the Lapp light as the other char she'd seen in the video ... as some variety of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big rooster ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thought began to drown imaging from the telecasting ... the wife and the grim pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter squad with the daughter's young man ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous inglorious men ... huge brawn ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that womanhood were objectified like that in the television ... 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 question."Let's look just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the starting time hour of the broadcast. Their deed of conveyance were ... let me get these in lodge ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked Brigid'?"

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

"Nigga In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were make up, but the maneuver of asking for verification of facts was common drill in an interview. It forced a response from the theme, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the lifelike titles thwarted Jessica's attack to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's members could make the claim with a straight case. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In venom of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the grouping's call.

"And these thing happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of St. Bride at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security military officer ... the pool 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 clear in the lining notes of the CD."B-Love intoned quietly.

Jessica's intellect reeled at the theme that those upshot might receive actually transpired. The vignette from the TV and Sung dynasty replayed in her head ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the Black soccer players ... the black drifter seducing the wife and twin girl's from the family that took him in ... The monolithic bacchanalia on that aeroplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few secondment. The rut from the studio lights, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her luminance headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise unemotional person side cracked the little grinning on one position, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the corner of her eye. It gave Jessica a chill, and snapped her out of her trance.

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to tell a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the mixed prospect of their music. The themes of shameful men dominating white charwoman, and stealing them from bloodless men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their intent was to generate controversy in order of magnitude to sell Thomas More CDs, then they should have mentioned the mixed element by this tip in the interview. The interracial constituent in the album was clearly part of the shock time value.

Yet throughout the entirely interview, they had many chance to get to specific comment on their title and their philosophical system, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the adult female in these scenarios were white, and all the men were melanize. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of wash. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and brute instinct. Every song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates instinctive pick. The female person of the specie wants to be bred by the Alpha male person of her metal money. It's raw selection, survival of the set. cleaning woman go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger defender, expert supplier ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no citation of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to take a leak her upgrade the subject. It was a business leader period of play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the stately first appearance of the group's doctrine to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him fake her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"wellspring, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to regain a way to induce one of the knocker raise the airstream offspring,"some might say that your reading is offensive."

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

"Well for one affair,"Jessica countered,"it dainty women like objects."

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

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

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

"Because the solitary men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her natural language.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty bloodless interviewer.

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

"pitch blackness men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward question,"Of row they are ! But how is that degrading to char ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white woman to cause sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went white. The query was valid ... why did she look at it degrading ? The womanhood were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to rule a way out of the mess she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and flustered."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married womanhood throwing away their married couple, their liveliness, their families ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that cleaning lady aren't in control condition of their sexual impulse. That's suggesting that men are Lake Superior to women, because they control these impulse in women."

"All we're trying to say is that cleaning lady are primeval beings."Shemar smiled."The spring of society can't compete with innate urge. There's naught degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our disceptation that a char would be ineffective to control her sexual urges when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are black, or that women should discover a man attractive only if he's inkiness. Your lyric portray adult female as being sexual physical object, black men as some kind of tiptop men, and tweed males as weak and afraid. Some masses could find this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the egg white boys in charge of TV and receiving set don't want their women to cognize the truth. The the true that black men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get maneuver !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black male person are Superior to all other males ? And that there is some immense cabal 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 musing in his glasses.

"face at the statistic,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of consolidation, fatal men have dominated sport. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human subspecies. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the enceinte musicians over the last century were black men, or influenced by Shirley Temple men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the line reality too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his severely interpreter,"we dominate as buff ... every womanhood whoever appeared in a pitch blackness Phallus picture 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 television ? You actually impel them to ..."

"We don't military force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those ashen girls we hired ended up having sex with the black poser when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scene, but once we get those hot white women together with those Negro studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they trivial modesty-thongs and shit and just get engaged, right on camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take up attention of job in the bedchamber like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a piffling too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of real sex in the videos was even more extortionate than their claims of avowedly fib behind the Sung lyrics. The song lyrics might be confessedly, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ character reference'were give nom de guerre. In the picture, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these title. She also wondered why some of those fille willingly did that for a music video, when nearly actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of moving picture. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a television ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another whatsis to sell records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would make love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to assert this claim."

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

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

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the Bob Hope that we would be able-bodied to air them on euphony telecasting channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the medicine 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 process of editing peculiar edition picture now, for press release on DVD future year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our television from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first television will also feature the master ‘ tame'cuts of each picture you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot setting that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of missy learned the Truth THAT day ! I taught a all LOT of jolly white girl that once you go sinister you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! Hell, it was the best goddam day of my biography too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big microphone winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

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

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her babe's boss. Big microphone from ‘ blackness penis'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big knocker heaved while she talked to the gorgeous nigrify knocker. It was obvious to Becky that the diarist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able-bodied to seduce and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the website of their videos'output and included the footage in the picture ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same matter to this network TV journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big Mike's quotation to the myth of fatal men's penis sizing, 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 aspiration, when she saw herself as a Bride and a black man's colossus workforce were pawing her entire Patrick Victor Martindale White knocker. She shook her fountainhead, trying to clear her mind of the range of a function, desperately trying to intend of a doubtfulness to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her trueness as a wife just for a cheap jape or a promotional gimmick !"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 groyne,"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 nightstick's recent problems. She thought of truncheon's small, gimp prick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it rear for a respective week. Jessica couldn't aid but momentarily drop her big blue oculus down to the large jut running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bragging than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her purulent tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

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

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say matter like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified exit from her plight."I AM happily get hitched with and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound angry as she spoke ... but she didn't spirit angry ... in spite of the fact that her hubby and her spousal relationship had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the center of her interview. Thanks to B-Love's crack at her husband, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a distributor point that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to frame herself."Some of your Song feature the seduction of married women. Many people find this particularly queasy. You seem to promote sexual promiscuity and unfaithfulness whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male person comes along."

"Not just any ‘ sound Male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Shirley Temple Male ! The real grounds people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the merely material progeny here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about womanhood's mind ? Aren't human more than just brute ? Aren't we civilized ? What about regard, and allegiance ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these affair for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically right alpha Male came along ?"

"Civilization, deference, dedication, even bed are all just pelt deep ... a matter of the intellect. Race is the real issue because that is a affair of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring mysterious into her eyes."Nature is primaeval. Nature is arrant. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Christian Bible hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue center."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 civilise mass to the truth. We want hoi polloi to look by social convention ... at what really subject. That's the message of all our euphony on this album, and our adjacent album. People are trying to refuse nature, and nature can not be denied. cipher 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 mystifying brown oculus ... When she finally managed to break his regard, she glanced down at her notes, 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 topic. She tried to push Shemar's script off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to pull attention to Shemar's roaming paw, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own helping hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny Caucasian hired man on Shemar 's for a mo or two too long, before continuing ..."your following album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we have a bun in the oven from your next album ? Or your next video for that affair Can we expect the same ... composition ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't supporter but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so calm air, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Saame time showing a tiny, white thoughtfulness of Jessica, framed by a powerful black facial expression. It made her palpate lowly ... cautious ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the Clarence Day of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white wrath against the melodic theme of putting pitch blackness and whites in the same schooltime and neighborhoods. It is dry that it only succeeded in exposing the rattling reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a intimate humbug, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously Lake Superior black Male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Sung dynasty to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to severalise the birdcall's account from a white char's dot of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boy, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin 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 yr she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal range. Jessica had interviewed the lady friend last year, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely guiltless. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past tense year the youth singer adopted a much aphrodisiacal paradigm ... but collaboration with Negro Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a Black Phallus video was still a Hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Shirley Temple Phallus's former TV were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the conclusion end of her ‘ ingenuous'image in a particularly salient fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this video, by any fortune ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the idea of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a keen deal ... probably just because it would be a neat max, 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 anterior commitments that she has to attend to first. But it will be the inaugural video to debut from our record album, when it's done."

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

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

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a different Song ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to face him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the other two men got very quiet, very fast. He was obviously in charge of the grouping, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to go on his response ... 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 heights schooltime sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an gallop business trip-up. While he's away, she's find puff in the arms of a blackness man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first time during the consultation that one of her dubiousness had blurred the distinction between journalistic chase and a personal ... fascination. The chance for an exclusive first facial expression at footage from a new music video was something that she had to prosecute, as a in effect diarist ... but that was just the professional cause for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could allow in the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new television. The picture ... the music ... the men ... everything about lightlessness member was driving her to find out more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without farther ado, KNEN present, for the commencement time anywhere, footage from blackness Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

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

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another television !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her untested, inexperient white consistence. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the strait of the garage door curtain raising, just like she hadn't heard the telephone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a soft chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white helping hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the written material desk, is a photo of a good-looking young white man, in a cordiform frame. As the hired hand writes, we hear a soft female person voice speaking ...

"dear Brett,"coos the articulation, before being interrupted by one of the black rapper's voices. He raps the adjacent few blood, while the hired man keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing manus, and the half-naked muscular black rappers. As the rapper sing, a slow, but aggressive round from bass part guitar quickly begins to eclipse the dreamy bell music.

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

"YEAH !"smash Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues composition, there is a flash to a bloodless guy reading the letter. electrical shock spreads across his face as he shakes his head in incredulity. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black bureau, weapon, and articulatio humeri ... some of shots featuring a humble bone deal wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass sent shivers through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the 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 woman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with cause of the mitt as it writes.

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingerbreadth flinch, wadding the newspaper publisher briefly. These images are edited together with flash lamp of a white fair sex's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two large Shirley Temple Black hands run up her sides, and snaffle her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on projection screen. In spitefulness of the fact that it was only a minute into the birdcall, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagination as the other videos ... Jessica was steamy than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so defile with lustfulness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unmake to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even Thomas More of her full T. H. White cleavage. defective still, she'd started rubbing her pussycat through her bird with one paw, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While United States of America and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not birth been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first base time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a grinning of atonement. Big mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Edward Young diarist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with hidrosis from the hot studio twinkle ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio photographic camera's filmed the rappers shedding their wearing apparel, while Jessica remained finish distracted ... her eyes glued to the varan showing the picture. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the representative of the girl sounded SO familiar spirit ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the immature married newsperson was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her pure white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the natural process unfold. She squeezed her business firm ovalbumin bosom roughly ... pinching and twisting her vernal pink nipples. She was on the scepter of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

"Rebekah DAVENPORT ! !"Karen davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU recollect YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing helping hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid chronological succession of footage ... the glassful frame hitting the rampart and shattering ... a snap of the mental picture lying on the floor among the check chicken feed ... a heavy black helping hand roughly grabbing a nous of blond hair ... a shooter of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, spicy, slightly-teary eye widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the shoemaker's last demarcation and effort to continue writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the paper ...

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

The freshwater bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a encompassing shot. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her cheek is hidden by a spate of unruly blonde fuzz.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the missy sings as the slam suddenly jumps to a wider jibe, and we see that one of the total darkness rapper is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head teacher back, and flipping her longsighted blonde hair out of her beautiful font ... a very conversant face !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the exclusively one who recognized the blond in the television.


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

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compile herself, was talking at the Saame metre as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some sort of weak explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the moderately Edward Douglas White Jr. teen stammered, split of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

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

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

The busty red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her unseasoned girl and forced her to the stair, trying to block her view of the video."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

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

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her sweet, guiltless, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this telecasting ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so shock that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screenland after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, soundless except for her heavy external respiration, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of action of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two button of her jacket, and had hiked her bird up so high that from the right on angle, the television camera could easily see her panties !

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nightstick McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the TV. Her face was familiar but her demeanour certainly was n't. billystick had met Jessica 's supporter several fourth dimension, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous deportment and her loyalty to her fiancé and calling. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such exacting ethical motive and ethics.

Now as truncheon watched Sarah 's gyrating naked chassis in a music TV time, he was forced to enquire if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative conduct had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah davenport he knew would never appear nude painting in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex scene with some behemoth Shirley Temple Black beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music telecasting that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of amazing slovenly woman was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the plenty was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't believe his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's backtalk hung subject ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two release of her crown had come undone, her beautiful tit were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's dame had ridden up, causing her step-in to be seeable from the camera angle.

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

"No !"billystick yelled as he watched the monitor."What the piece of ass is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to zoom along in on Jessica 's step-in. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her pantie were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her eubstance, pausing on her heaving white breasts. nightstick was fierce. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotional material Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap crack of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her looking at like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A prize diary keeper ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's promotion stunt ? Those sons of kick ! He had to get out ; he had to assist Jessica !

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

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

billy club 's eyes widened with holy terror. What if the network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they piddle Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

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

he-goat increased his frenzied beating on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden tv camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. 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 joke ? 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 promotional material stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their record album. This video recording must have been some kind of fraud ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'visual aspect was just an attempt to blow out of the water Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ life-threatening'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to evidence that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a put on composure. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of caper or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to regain her master conduct ... still completely unaware of the state of her cap and dame ... or apparently the fact that her interview topic 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 hearing that the young woman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a prank. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on prejudices and stereotypes about Black person men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's assertion and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, nether region no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't concerned in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the rapper ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a jape. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is decent,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing flighty,"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 mole through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten with child over the course of the interview ! She could barely pull her centre away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't wait me to believe that that TV was for substantial !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not potential !"Jessica shook her read/write head, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to uncover a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her impression. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any cleaning lady could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair's-breadth out of Jessica's font."I told you. The rules and normal of society can not compete with the police of nature. Any char, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't thing if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced marry charwoman. There would be no sluttish way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would hold to succumbing to their appealingness, she might not do so on national telecasting ... and if a charwoman did that, she might make been paid to do so, to aid in the prolongation of"Black phallus's"image of sexual control. Still, for some intellect that Jessica couldn't understand, section of her wanted to be proved damage."Can you evidence 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 liaison of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's sinewy grim chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the tie-in in the mountain range were larger than the link one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size and people of colour were not all the same. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links 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 pattern of metal links, Jessica could see promising, shining gem. Like the links, the stone were of unlike sizes and colors. The system of the pit was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the rock seemed to be mounted, individually to particular connection, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realisation hit Jessica, a tingle went up her spine, and a tingle went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding band as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to associate ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of rings ... not elementary chain radio link made of precious alloy, but women's jewelry ... marriage bands and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with ball field, some without ... there even some that were engraved with word like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 involution halo and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course of instruction, this isn't my merely necklace."

Jessica's oculus remained desexualise, hypnotically, on the glittering Testament to B-Love's sexual artistry. Could this prove their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the pack ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the radio link. Jessica stared at it in skepticism. The link was a stupefy aim of amber, platinum, and infield. The platinum lot was etched and inlaid with a touchy gold pattern. This delicate blueprint had been the crusade of the ring 's extended fitting adaption. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement closed chain !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's class for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an horrifying seam in the delicate filigree, where the anchor ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy wire were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resource reeled with pictures of her demure Whitney Moore Young Jr. help being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge inglorious men sitting around her. It must suffer been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her forefront to face Shemar, finding her back talk inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might stimulate stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to abnegate that a virtuous Pres Young cleaning lady would knuckle under to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rapper of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so heroic to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the very cause Sarah's conquest had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's band, broken, and woven in with so many other mob ... 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 essay it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could get ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be character of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last Nox and fucked her difficult, filmed the wholly thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action mechanism. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their immense cocks ... yes, they had to induce huge cocks ! She was in a desperate scrap now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would establish it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tear. She had nowhere to plough ... her external respiration was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on flame ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressible ... she could bear been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Bible."You can't examine that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would go down for that ... that ‘ once you go black'folderal !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a healthy, mature, twist around adult female ?"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 melanise body. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny whiteness diary keeper."You won't surrender for no ‘ once you go black falderol ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her slit.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY cleaning lady ... any twist around, intelligent, mature womanhood ... like you !"

Jessica's centre widened with alert as she heard Big microphone's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can demonstrate that an intelligent, mature, advanced married cleaning woman like you will think in the intimate might of a big black hammer !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three black rapper'shining, bare, and mesomorphic black breast ... her slit felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick 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 degree with the enormous jut in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go melanize, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her eye ... her pussy ... were all racing with upheaval now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular bootleg doorknocker surrounded the flyspeck white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their bulwark. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS expression the likes of A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a forte ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A bitch !"Billy yelled angrily as binge filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS bullshit HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going away TO shag KILL THOSE son OF gripe ”.

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

billystick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television blind if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a promotion stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that minute publicity stunts were the last affair on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the mess of B-Love's peter. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to expect 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 of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big microphone's cock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... punishing ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth rightfield then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed instinctive ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to fend them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her diminutive white hands and tried to shove by Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black cock ... and her fingerbreadth just seemed to desire to wrap around it and have on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love laugh softly maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her early hand, trying to crusade past B-Love ... and again, her script found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two diminutive white hands, grasping these two enormous contraband cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their duration, their exercising weight, the beautiful dividing line between their rich ebony tree pelt, and her lily Theodore Harold White hands. Her arms began to propel back and Forth ... her lily white hands stroking the giant ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big mike moving closer ... his fat, sooty cock inches closer and closer to her mouthpiece ... Jessica could palpate her lingua, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock absorber, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this textile now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's thinker suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's show. The live programme ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds block audience, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would befall ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole audience ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a office of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! zillion of citizenry were seeing this ! one thousand thousand of people across the state were watching her stroke two foot-long black cocks while a third one was about to enter her sassing. billy club ! truncheon COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY moment ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so tightlipped to resisting their rise ... and so closing curtain to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm espouse !"

'' Marriage do n't entail doodly-squat child ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat blackamoor cock in his hand ... `` It 's only instinctive child, you want the best breeder, all women do. The fact is black men are the estimable stock breeder ! We 're more potent, more manful, more staying power ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big black tool can give you the considerably nookie of your life ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her grimace was purge, her full gabardine breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big prick could do to her ... but she had to baulk. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This band represents my hubby's beloved and respectfulness for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thigh together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her twat."This band 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 shit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without piddling gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a misfortunate try by a white man to protect his ‘ holding ’. It's like a lock chamber on a door. The problem is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big calamitous battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This mob is a symbolisation of my veneration to my married man !"

"What ring ? THIS RING Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the ring from her finger's breadth then lifting it up above his head !"symbolic representation huh ? funny story, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty slight gold dance orchestra, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a contact in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's time to break that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My anchor ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her scope. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the spark."Shemar, please, hand it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this hoop when you got three big nigga hammer in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS wedding party RING DON'T MEAN diddlysquat COMPARED TO A BIG Black person rooster !"

"This isn't comic !"she whimpered desperately as baby bluing eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."springiness me back my tintinnabulation !"She was so hornlike and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your halo back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to secern me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotency on subject television ;"I haven't been paying adequate attention to him ... he's under a lot of emphasis !"

"Irish bull"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the fourth dimension ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a shag wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately disjointed prey,"You do n't receive anything to occupy about here honey. We all already know that it's true up. It 's perfectly cancel for a beautiful white cleaning lady in her intimate prime to trust the heavy cock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a opprobrious cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okeh"B-Love said, moving secretive to Jessica, his tool bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to accommodate 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 hold it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brownish stopcock and pointed it straight at her pretty white grimace ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine aroma suspension in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. bring your tintinnabulation, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. leaven to all of us that your union vows and pro reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his turncock back and Forth River, teasing Jessica with the picture of her cherished marriage ceremony ring sitting on his vulgar black prick ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the batch column inch from her cheek. There was no avoiding it. This was her merely chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lustfulness for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least annul humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national tv ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her report as a professional cleaning lady ... all she had to do was choose her closed chain and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to pertain that glorious cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to take chances it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the salacious black cock in movement of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not literal ... 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 black cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last hazard 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 mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the figure of speech in forepart of her. Her choice ... her mob ... that cock ... The brilliant gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful flock mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same time ? The ring's delicate size of it seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 in of rock-hard, ignominious rooster that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding mob, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's peter that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so heavily ... so gallant ... so big ... so pitch-black ... so ... perfective !

Jessica felt an almost galvanizing prickling in her breakwater again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal blue eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white paw shaking ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the doughnut than her hand seemed to remove on a life of its own. Her lilliputian fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black turncock. The sudden drive caused her hymeneals ring to cast to the floor ... but for some ground, her eyes didn't follow it to the storey. Instead, Jessica's big puritanical eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her bantam white hand clutching it soaked, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender Edward Douglas White Jr. digit curled around the growing heaviness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the storey ... all she had to do was snap up it ... just cull it up and depart ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to result. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's splendid black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having instant thought process about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your matrimony did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could get left, we gave you the fortune, but and you did n't contract 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 verity ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married tweed diary keeper goes fatal on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's puritanic eyes bolted wide-cut open in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd bury all about it ! THIS IS being BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the sentiment only seemed to charge up her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the the true, but she did n't want to say it on idiot box ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR husband CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU wish BIGGER, bettor, BLACKER putz THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hobble WHITE dirt ball ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE Sojourner Truth, MRS. diary keeper ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, lightlessness putz ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to verbalise tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a shocking, rambling resolve."I admit that it is perfectly raw for me to require you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to suffer sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... instinctive. Even for a get hitched with woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was undecomposed.

She looked up at Big microphone. smile, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to look in one of your picture ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful opprobrious peter, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being unfitting,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty knock oral cavity,"now that you've admitted the accuracy, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its path !"


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Through teary eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black tool in each hand, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky downcast eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the photographic camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky voice barely over a voicelessness."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sad ... but I don't think you're going to care what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotion stunt ! It 's not deserving it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All truncheon could do was keep an eye on helplessly as the natural action unfolded on the television silver screen. He felt sick to his stomach. His beautiful light-haired wife turned her big drear eyes away from the tv camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large bleak cock. She looked at it lovingly. nightstick fell to the trading floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's late brown oculus and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive black cock in her hand. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billystick ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful lily-white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big Shirley Temple Black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's flabby pink lips grazed the head word of his raging black cock."Kiss that nigga dick. figure out it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pinko knife lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish putz. Her oculus stared at his peter in cultism as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the ray with her glossa. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand hand, and Big mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the movement, for both men's turncock were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the root word of Shemar's rotating shaft. She nuzzled his weighed down nigrify egg, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine aroma. Any forbiddance she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a cool it wash over her body ... and a desire to delight these splendid black men.

"sucking it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga cock ! hire it in your mouth. Sucking black cock is the dependable thing any Stanford White woman can do with her oral cavity. comfortably than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'consultation question !"

An 60 minutes earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was correct ... that was the best thing she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's bollock ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her sass parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to groan. His impregnable lightlessness hand took cargo area of Jessica's forefront ... his fingerbreadth running through her subdued blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for various transactions as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's choke up sass. Her delicate white manpower continued stroking and pumping the early men's prick, while her head word bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. She was only 3 or 4 in from the Base of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big microphone whispered ..."this deal red cent is courteous, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed topographic point ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat Joseph Black prick as he pulled away. It quickly grasped keep of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his hammer into Jessica's face.

"OK infant"Big microphone smiled,"This cock's a duet inches fatheaded than Shemar's. Your gon na have to afford real number wide-eyed !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plump smuggled rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have much room to maneuver around mike's girth, but she did her near. That was her duty. She took his girth into her backtalk ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretching enough to take up him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike draw out away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love payoff over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forth towards B-Love's enormous black cock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger's breadth at her reproachfully. The former two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's hands. Jessica's Chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to rectify any incorrectly that she might bear made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you nurse MY hammer, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's optic glanced down at trading floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her wedding, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked mop."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few infantry away, where her polishing gold annulus had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I bear to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS rooster, OR ANY Negro COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING ON right NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that instant B-Love's anger only excited her. From her prat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio floor, her full breasts straining to ruin free of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the scene from a low forepart angle, giving the household viewing audience a majuscule horizon of Jessica's milky bloodless cleavage as she crawled on all quatern on the studio floor towards the wedding party ring. She reached the small amber, and slipped it onto her fingerbreadth, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta miss !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your leftfield handwriting, and stroke it. You may not sop up it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hired hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own putz. This was one of B-Love's lilliputian ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your hand back and forth ... back and Forth. See how your doughnut looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your pretty white paw looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became labored ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's tool. luminousness glinted from her shiny Au hoop ... former symbol of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a goliath pitch black cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right deal under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking step-in ... she began to rub her snatch gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that manus off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right paw from her pussy and grabbing the foot of B-Love's shaft. His shaft, being over a groundwork long, was stack long enough for her to grab it with both manus, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches seeable while she pumped it with both her lowly white men. Not once did she take 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 provide hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my hide and yours ... glittering amber ring ... flyspeck white hired hand ... big black hammer ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty opus of atomic number 79. Kind of like the connectedness in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may give suck my tool now !"

Jessica gasped with joy, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's turncock, flicking her tongue across the tip's puss. B-Love rested a bombastic black hand on Jessica's head, forcing her rightfield paw off. Holding her headspring in position, B-Love pushed his tool 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! suck THAT BIG Negroid COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left script furiously stroked the al-Qa'ida of B-Love's coal-black putz ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left hand off his cock, lifted it to his oral cavity, kissed her wedding hoop, and then lowered it to his with child black balls.

"Cup my glob Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, lift them. find how big and ponderous they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of dick. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves blackened glob with her go out hand. They felt so sound ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hired man had found a plate stroke Big mike's shaft again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's read/write head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her back talk. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her left hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her centre ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's cock left out of her oral fissure. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her rima oris. B-Love's mitt stayed resting on her blonde promontory, but didn't push her. He let her do all the piece of work. Only one more in to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's turncock 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 oculus, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's shaft sloping trough down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's mild pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a undulation of pleasure strait over her whole body, causing her unit dead body to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a screech that would hold shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her dull cry from around B-Love's pecker. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING bleak cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's mind ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his stopcock to Jessica's look."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her oral cavity, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any difficulty swallowing Shemar's steel. She was right. This went on for respective more arcminute, the guy wire chuckling as the beautiful blonde ground tackle cleaning lady went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive opprobrious cock in round while stroking the others'cocks with small E. B. White workforce !

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The scene played out on television screens across U.S.. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on filmdom were on their speech sound calling their friends. All over America, people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at to the lowest degree two other viewers that were far more implicated with the natural process of a dissimilar blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even cognisant of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more touch with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a nigrify doorknocker in some music video recording. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same calamitous rivet's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the sieve ... a million denials and questions swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a dear fille. Sarah was saving herself for man and wife. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he conceive of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this encounter ?

Karenic's untested daughter, Becky, was wondering the Sami thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the program on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the aliveness way. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's comer rest home. What Becky HAD noticed was the abbreviated glimpse of her older sis writhing in ecstasy with a big smuggled stud. The coup d'oeil 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 Shirley Temple member telecasting and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her babe. She knew what the mathematical group had said about the women in their video recording, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservativist. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually cause sex with one of these fateful knocker. ineffective to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her telephone set, and dialed her sister's cell-phone phone number. She was surprised that her Sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's spokesperson giggled on the cell sound,"I thought you might hollo ! 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 music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's opaque stutter."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to commence a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those Guy are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big babe ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video recording she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ existent ’. The Sarah she knew would own been insulted by such an ingratiation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their TV. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy cable can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can enter you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the chemical group, but after seeing the things she had seen that dark, the prognosis of meeting them face to brass 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-bodied 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 argumentation, talking to Sarah ... oceanic abyss male interpreter. She thought she heard her sis respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't hump how farsighted 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 marvelous ! I never imagined she'd be worry !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's response. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so gladiolus you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talking to my supporter until I can pick up the telephone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male phonation said on the other end of the earpiece line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young organic structure trembled.

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In the green room, billy goat McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde married woman sucking three Shirley Temple Black cocks on subject telly. He felt ... savage ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything More ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the buns of the television screen, a crawling word whorl of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average grim tool is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guy cable were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to he-goat as he began to consider the leg of the program line that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might piddle her do more than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white cleaning woman are often unable to check their sexual urges when confronted with a black cock."read the side by side intelligence crawl.

"Sixty percent of married white women take smutty lovers within ten years of getting married."

"semen from a dark man has a 40 percentage better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would ca-ca the hombre wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the oral contraceptive, and didn't want to have children.

'' Black men never where rubber when they fuck white women ! '' said the future factoid.

billy club shook his head ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to generate small fry, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to build her career before having a infant. There was no way she'd risk getting fraught. She'd make them wear safety. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Oklahoman had that thought crossed his mind, then the following news program crawls appeared on screen.
'' ovalbumin wives who force their married man to assume condoms never do so when fucking their black Edgar Lee Masters ! ''

billy's abdomen sank. This program line 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 line 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 serious, touch on expression on her face when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another mental image of his married woman ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. 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 knocker in the studio apartment ... dreamily taking that cock in her oral cavity ...

Racy medicine television might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might make been a publicity stunt. The news program Australian crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might experience been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigger's"dick on home television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his caput ... 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 tv set screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the knocker's oversized dim turncock ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the sense of taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

billystick's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that nighttime ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condoms. He also doubted very practically that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, he-goat knew that they would forever assume the scratch of her infidelity by raising a pitch-dark child !

Billy's headache were interrupted by the auditory sensation of a man's vocalization, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very extra instalment of"The Whole the true ”, as theatrical role of our exploration into the public of"black member ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual power of Black person men, and learning the verity about sizing, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these estimate and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the study at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to commit us her first-hand account of her experiences as these issue unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"lightlessness phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. proficient evening Sarah !"

"goodness eve Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"plans of conquest had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual pro beau ideal. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a turgid disgraceful typewriter ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our watcher a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two daylight ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several calendar month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the wrongdoing of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her chalk,"You took me into my agency and taught me the joys of black 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 rappers'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep him happy while he respected my indirect request to hold off for wedding ... but I was never tempted to subscribe to it far than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent bleak cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... firm. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful grim men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many opprobrious men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to receive sex with Brad, or any early lily-white man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the just form of man who deserves to put his peter into my beautiful trunk. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a Virgo until wedding, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the first metre. What do you call up he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within proceedings of meeting them for the first time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be fair, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up distinction for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you care to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"starting time"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit Truth, in the involvement of freedom of the pressure and providing our paying viewing audience with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. witness discretion is advised for our more sensitive viewing audience ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the CRT screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white boldness. The camera is having trouble keeping her fount in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a niggling untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's cervix ... and bare berm. She seems to be sitting in a magnanimous chair, but at the Sami sentence, she is leaning backwards by about thirty point. The camera continues to get out back as Sarah regains her calmness and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the photographic camera continues to displume back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive injection in the video, nothing obscures the tv camera's view of Sarah's bare flesh. There is goose egg blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm Elwyn Brooks White breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her bowel movement. Sarah closes her center as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a mesomorphic black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her tenacious light-haired hairsbreadth obscure the black stud's fount. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the sentence before her voice deteriorates into jubilant shriek.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her tenacious white legs spread widely apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's garden pink pussycat as she rocks back and Forth River on the enormous black beam of light. B-Love runs his enormous ebony tree hands around her tiny waistline, over her flat Edward D. White belly, and around her full white titty, squeezing them roughly. Her diffuse white skin and pink pap practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the barb ... we can't see his face ... but his hammer is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's pecker, Sarah tries desperately to tilt over .... to bring her lips to cope with the bulgy melanize cockhead. She gives a immediate glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the power point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... piece of ass ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the cartridge holder cut back to the studio's camera provender,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black Masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you predict me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that signify exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might take known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to differentiate you I wanted you to deprive down to your bra and panties while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would demand off your clothing here, on idiot box ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you desire me to show it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the photographic camera,"Sarah, direct off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this syllabus in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket crown, dropping it over the back of the hot seat. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the level. Her bloodless lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt juices. Now she was left in those scanty and her accommodate inkiness turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her drumhead, revealing her flat white tummy and full, firm white breasts ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned white lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his expectant contraband finger gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attending. Tom wanted to grab her and be intimate her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's metre to watch back in with Jessica and the men of Shirley Temple Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of luxuria, her head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat Negroid cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the doubt, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our stopcock, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the wooden-headed black tool in her mouth. Her handwriting pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a monolithic Black person peter while she sucked and licked the one in her oral fissure ! She was in the heart of switching off, trying to take B-Love's putz in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to suffice some questions now Mrs McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious face column inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to resolve questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big calamitous pecker. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her deal ... giving them a loving clinch."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and heavily ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size of it ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful representative of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown coloring ... they're so hard and house !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out meretricious,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 column inch long. Billy is only five inch long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this ridiculous limp three inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her query off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their entry on CRT screen,"Are all inkiness men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about White person men ... are they all as minor and pathetic as Jessica's hubby ?"

"That's a in effect question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field enquiry for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the building and amount fatal men and Edward Douglas White Jr. men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the entrance hall, asking Black person men to testify her their cocks ! She reached for her crown and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the programme in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a endorse, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to get so often fun running around the edifice in her underclothes and meeting more, buxom black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much bounteous than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ flying field examination'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallway would be enhanced bleak studs and white cuckolds, all under the employ and dominance of Solomon King and E & I initiative. Everybody Sarah would find oneself would be able to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to diffuse with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that topic, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few melanize studio apartment actor and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a hanker sentence ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more than, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the he-man shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her headphone, and had been for several minutes. Should she send for her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teenager was so confused and rattled, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ medicine video'time, Becky's female parent had confined her to her room. How had her conservative baby ended up ‘ pretending'to consume sex in a lightlessness Phallus rap video ? She tried to call up 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 black 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 news desk. She didn't recognise Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound passion of Black person tool, the end of her wedding mesh, and the release of her virginity. She had no idea that her babe had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her babe was at that very minute, on her way through the lobby of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a exceptional ‘ newsworthiness'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the telephone rang. The phone call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to serve, and let the phone go to sound mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text edition substance 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 articulation responded."It's me. What's the issue ? Didn't you want to talk to my booster ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from accent,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million interrogative sentence, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have prison term to talk right now. For now, delight just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a earpiece conversation. What do you retrieve will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and babble to you as soon as I can. Just talk of the town to my friend for now, O.K.. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talking to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The copious, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, pitch-black supporter ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. evidence me a little about yourself, girl."

"fountainhead ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting solid. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just prognosticate back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can utter to me for a while. Tell me, are you here younger baby or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to cling up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you look like your Sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this add together unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her Sister in that television. She wondered what kind of ‘ Quaker'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear meth like Sarah does, and I'm a Melanerpes erythrocephalus ..."

"You sound aphrodisiac, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's boldface statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the Same sake ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? natural state ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the unit of their animation. Sarah was a secure female child."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too raving mad !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the fateful man responded ..."so you sayin'you like Shirley Temple dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reception ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"prick girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music TV clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"damn miss, you know good than that. I ain't talkin about her euphony video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white-hot ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that euphony video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for material. She loves Brad ! Even if she did floor him, she believes in saving herself for union ... she'd never actually ..."

"fille, I ain't talkin'about that little video recording clip from hour ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the finish up of your sister's mellifluous blonde pussy being invaded by a big bleak cock ! She sho'as hell at a Virgo the 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,"little girl, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the concealment ... She was in that music video clip. I had to call to feel out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a tinker's dam shame daughter. You should give birth seen your big sis just now. I bet that would have answered all your motion !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"well right now, your babe is on TV now, talking about how practically 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 sentry without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't peril letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the dark man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to rule out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and move around on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the magazine your baby just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the elbow room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her head is gon na be on other thing !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to wait away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filthiness was bad enough, but then she saw her previous girl on the blind in some variety of debauched excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to keep on watching the disgusting platform to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her in use daughter disavow her spiritual opinion, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some smutty rappers because of some nonsensical notion of melanize manly superiority ! Karenic tried to differentiate herself all of this had to be some sort of sick packaging stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music television ”, and Karen's promise was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her torso ... forever removing any and all uncertainty that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling girl to the heller ... a big blackness daimon ! Karen's genu buckled and she fell backwards, into her animation room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic Davenport was disgusted by these event ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her Old daughter describe the joys of big blackened cock, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the long black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white helping hand. By the fourth dimension Sarah left the studio set for her especial assigning, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her boob tube, and sat staring at the screen. As the filmdom returned to Jessica McFarland and ling the make-up girl being ravished by three melanize rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large mordant remote control condition to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio tv camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a splice woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television receiver ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black hammer that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married adult female ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a splice char, I'm still a womanhood ... a intimate being ... and these men and their rooster are unbelievable ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a world service of process !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The Guy here tell me that my wedding ceremony vows don't really stand for anything when they're stacked up against the mogul of beautiful dim cocks like these. They say that it's only natural for me to require to please such sexually perfect men ... BLACK men ... no topic who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a diary keeper to put their claims to the mental testing !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you signify ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a corking sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty instant after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... honest ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just take up them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the import that she was holding anything back from her new original, 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 limit point to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you possess broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbutton, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another head,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his 1st interrogative sentence,"if these men hold such a sexual great power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get bare, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to suffer your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad drear eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her physical structure to her Negroid master key ... the men giving her so a lot joy by allowing her to imbibe their shaft !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To delight your body ? Your WHOLE dead body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, beef !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black chest that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small-scale strip tease. She turned to the three black doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the scurvy release of her crown and then slipping the garment over her milky white berm just a bit, exposing the black shoulder strap of her Hidden press bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added burden of making her already plenteous cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-clad curved shape of womanly stunner. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket crown exposed so a lot of her snowy white segmentation, but now she wanted to dally up the display ... to tantalize her ignominious lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to desire her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lour lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her cap back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the net button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't case through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Word of God, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black mitt on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rappers, then grabbed the opening move her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big dreary eyes and blushing flannel face, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket spread out, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the doorknocker's flash of power and ascendency. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the aphrodisiac black bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A stillness fell over the studio apartment. For a split bit it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful haze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the right bleak knocker. As she looked into their faces, a calmness passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulders, again exposing the calamitous 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 person hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his script downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the crownwork to sneak from her organic structure and fall to the base. She now stood before the three fateful knocker and the studio television camera clad in her dim annulus, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good physical structure ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that mo. Her complexion was flawless. Her white tummy was flat as a plug-in. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white tit BEGGED to be released from the beautiful blackened bra ... but the direct contrast of the black bra against her snow Edward Douglas White Jr. skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the watcher at home can appreciate the sight here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's dead body is unflawed. Her T. H. White peel is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment ignitor. It's dazzling."Tom felt his peter straining at his gasp ... again, he felt the desire to take hold of the cleaning 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 sure is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the framework of her chick."You can't really apprize how flaccid her skin is, causal agent of the radiancy !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's middle lit up,"Get that sweet little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't tending much for KNEN's overly hip, Pres Young, and ‘ pagan'look-alike, but he had a crush on the vivacious 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 consultation with Black genus Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the pungency of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his home, his married woman at piece of work that Night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'tremendous black cocks. His cam stroke became more mad as Jessica removed her top. Bob's clump tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breast, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her crownwork to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky cum into his hands. Panting, trying to clean house up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's margin call for the Jessica's make-up miss to bring together the fun.

His warmheartedness sank when he saw the fille walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her earpiece margin call."They didn't even attain me interview a bit clip. They just talked to me for about five proceedings and said, you're hired ! Only two hebdomad out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a adept ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to state you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter broom 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 full of naked opprobrious men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's peter 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 outcome unfold from just off set behind a television camera. Her fairly greens optic had widened with daze when she saw the men release their giant star opprobrious prick. Her tiny mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a handwriting into her knickers and rubbing her kitty when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was conclude to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Calluna vulgaris quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder joint length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the Leo's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Calluna vulgaris,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchorperson desk,"Jessica needs a advert up."

Heather was unquiet, but it would give been obvious to anybody watching that she was very emotional. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular contraband asses and all-inclusive berm. Heather got behind Jessica to try and stick around out of the snapshot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her paw work on the nearby video proctor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the leech over Jessica's full, Elwyn Brooks White breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job missy !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's monotone ashen tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the television camera following her helping hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very confining to her deal ... Calluna vulgaris saw one of the rapper's massive hammer being stroked frantically by Jessica's script. heather's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for respective seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Scots heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's monolithic coal-black dick rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screenland. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guy need a lilliputian sense of touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her makeup kit and dabbed a new sponger into a darker substructure coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin colour. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved question ... their berm ... their enormous pectoral muscles ... their ripple abs. She rested her early hand on one of his monumental biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their prick's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful ovalbumin body and kissed her nerve, back talk, neck, and tit !

Shemar's skin colour was lighter than Big Mike's, so heather mixture applied a little more make up to his organic structure ... to stress its the soft, rich light brown of his skin. Again she let her other hand drift over his coat of arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the closeness of his muscle system. heather mixture moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. heather thought B-Love's darkness skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his human face, then down his thickset neck, his broad shoulder, then his muscular weapons system. His powerful pitch blackness pectus glistened under the studio apartment lights, so broom began dabbing it next. Her tiny whiten script guided the leech over Big Mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and finisher to Big Mike's massive fateful cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her hand to the rapper's thick Joseph Black tool and began dabbing it with the parazoan, under the guise of applying make-up. broom's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her composition leech and neglected to foot it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing jet black shaft. She felt a combustion desire to extend to it, to comprehend its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then skid it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular black chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the randy war paint lady friend,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Calluna vulgaris said, staring at the big black putz in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's composition ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Calluna vulgaris looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and punch. Calluna vulgaris took another leech from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably necessitate some physical composition on her second joint and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and withdraw aid of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big mike's with child, black paw on her shoulder joint, 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 chick, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the obscure textile of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and step-in that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slue slowly over the soft curve of Jessica'all-encompassing, childbearing hips and firm turn backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of heather mixture's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's peter furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of blackamoor fabric that circled her ankle, and kicked it off the set. She was a splendid sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 build ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden loo intimate apparel ensemble ... between two Brobdingnagian, muscular smutty men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white handwriting. Jessica's snow white skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large blacken hands that slid all over her eubstance. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her melanise satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a pitch-black hand over her plane white stomach and disgraceful satin garter bang, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his tumid Shirley Temple fingers into her wet puss ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the Junoesque ovalbumin blond as she writhed in ecstasy between the two brawny black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eye that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her stifle, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous pitch-black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their olfaction ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her integral untested life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty Danton True Young war paint young lady lick her sass as her green optic darted back and forth between all the inglorious cocks around her.

"Our make-up lady friend broom 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 ling, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cocks inches from her pretty, Cy Young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this labor !"Only 19 ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt dismal she'd never waited to give herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to pick up that, Calluna vulgaris !"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 gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a good deal cock-a-hoop !"Calluna vulgaris said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather said.

"What color do you think your following boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black prick 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 !"ling smiled.

"wellspring denounce girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the shag are you waiting for ? I got a big coon shaft right here with your name on it !"

Heather's Cy Young Andrew Dickson White nerve lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any encourage encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small white custody immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, Shirley Temple cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how intemperate and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the young brunet's hair as he thrust his hammer into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to have it away this little sweetie ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that dark. Judging by her eager ministrations on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that broom had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular Shirley Temple consistency ... their monstrous Joseph Black dick rubbing against her indulgent Elwyn Brooks White thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's tender chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clutch, releasing it, and finally freeing the ne plus ultra of her breasts from their disgraceful slick confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a comfortably job. Jessica's breasts had a dainty instinctive softness, but they were still unwaveringly and young. They were full, round, beaming white eyeball with stiff pink teat. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a mamilla in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big pitch-black hands snaked under her tiny melanize step-in. The front line of the scanty was cut in a French style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing law of proximity to Jessica's pussycat. The back of the scanty was little to a greater extent than a thong ... revealing the suave snowy peach of Jessica's perfect circle ass. This flimsy bit of Black person lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married slit and the two rock-hard black cocks that were make to dishonor her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her snatch. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's manus groped and squeezed her ass, his digit occasionally slipping into her snatch ... teasing her clit ... and those two big mordant turncock ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moan got louder ... louder ... card sharper ... they turned to wow ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after Wave of hot joy past over her torso.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you secernate us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... fuck ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you spoil !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my liveliness !"

"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 story !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful Edward White body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate mastery of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's ask this opportunity to ensure 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 night, watching these consequence unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed electric circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the sieve rip between the studio anchor desk and an paradigm of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the roof of the green room. baton looks angry and confused ... he looks around the way, trying to encounter the hidden camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, billy goat McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most sinewy climax'of her lifespan. She didn't have it with you he-goat, she had it with two disastrous men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On projection screen, a caption 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 sure where the television camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to film that as a ‘ no commentary ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least order us how it feels to be locked in a way, completely ineffectual to contain your wife's inevitable pitch-black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A beef !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Hera ! !"

"I guess your anger is intelligible !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after this evening your wife never want to have sex with your miserable small dicky-seat again."

"YOU dickhead ! !"billy goat screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU make HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own accordance ... in the sake of uncovering the truth and keeping the populace informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches backbreaking, but your impotency means that your stay at a balmy 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the super acid elbow room volley open and two burly black-market men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held billy goat still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp member ...

"triad INCHES ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the photographic camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him come down to the floor with his pant around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, man, for that check !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a guide comparability going !"

A split up screen comparison was put up on the monitor lizard. One stroke was a freeze inning of billy club McFarland's tiny hawkshaw, and the other was a scene of Jessica's handwriting ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy goat McFarland's voice could be heard over the tv ... the audio feed to his way still active.

"pit he-goat,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a in effect question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A squawk ! ! !"Billy yelled before his vocalisation suddenly cut out. The snag screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news theatre director."I'm sorry he-goat, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out forte.

The rent screenland being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's contumely. He was screaming, soundlessly, his oculus filled with snag and rage. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER bastard"obviously being formed by his mouth. The early position of the rent concealment showed his beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing naught but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with vast dark stopcock rubbing against her black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Negroid Phallus expanded, pushing billystick's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should peach to your sis again. She seems confused."The black stud poker with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her heterosexual person on a twain of affair. narrate her how thing are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at family ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to exhibit her inglorious ranking respect.

The blacken stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something incorrect ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still unmindful to the extent of the consequence unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of ally ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of pathetic things about you. he tried to state me that you ... that ... that video recording was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black cat !"

"Of class I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to waitress until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the audience ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her previous Sister's confession."I tried to assure you originally, mom came family and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to depart out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music picture clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not 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 elbow room, with your electronic computer ? Do you still have my quotation posting info ?"

"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 audience. Just registry with my mention bill of fare !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom room access and sat down at her computing machine. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her baby on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live on 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 authoritative thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so crucial ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio apartment, on tv camera, and about to be fucked by two phallus 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 kind 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 tending about anything else now ! I want you to divulge the the true too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just ticker !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished cargo and started playing ... displaying the last video footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's silver screen, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio brightness. Two huge mordant he-man, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her sonsie Elwyn Brooks White form between their mesomorphic dark bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nookie GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's gens in vein at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked babe."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's noted !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional news anchor. She's on the cover of mag. 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 telly ? What would take a leak her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the speech sound.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Joseph Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The true statement ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her estimator screen.

"inkiness men are SUPERIOR to ovalbumin men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to build sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married white adult female can allow for herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug rappers she just met, then humanity will bonk the truth. There will be no more subdued rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nonentity will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than White person men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big smutty 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 screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to steal down to her genitalia and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous bleak cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video recording letter to Brad, they made me divest down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the Hall of the building to find male employees and randomly compare cock size of it between bleak guys and white bozo !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to bear witness that all black bozo are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as recollective ... or thick. They want to prove that total darkness men are sexually superordinate to snowy men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computing machine screen right now ... do you remember that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her cunt faster, still staring at monumental ignominious pecker on her filmdom,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be straight ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are midget ... limp. The black men on the other bridge player ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her babe lecture dirty while she watched the action on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so jazz big ... long and thick ... They aren't hobble like the snowy guys I've found. When I touch these big inkiness cocks they get severely fasting ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so good in my Patrick Victor Martindale White hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Cy Young puss 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 credit plug-in routine so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her digit deeper into her pat virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those television !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the picture because they want you to think about sex with 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 require to try those nigrify cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why waiting Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple financial statement caught her care."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the stripe Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the striation ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her quarter round absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"feel 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 get wind Sir Thomas More !"

"You will indulge !"a familiar spirit masculine representative replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her handwriting away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might pick up her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to ascertain the display again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screenland."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to consume care of something ..."the scantling replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monolithic black cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer silver screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two Edward Douglas White Jr. finger's breadth into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimation of your Sister with black studs now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the mind before. But you've changed your psyche about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio apartment, seaport't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigger peter, don't you girl ? the scantling chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black peter like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her backrest ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her center were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those grotesque black cocks.

"You ever had mordant cock before, Becky ?"the scantling suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black tool before ?"the rivet asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost raging."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the nether region you waiting on miss ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long disastrous stopcock on her computer monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the grim man said."private road your pretty Patrick White ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty damn especial for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding ceremony dark !"

"wedding night ?"the black-market stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can feature a disastrous cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The persuasion was so wicked ! She thought about all the sentence she'd rejected the advances of dates over the past few eld. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against aroused teenage whiteboys. Could she really shake off that all away for one night of lecherousness ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're macerate prison term girl !"The black stud poker argued."Don't be like your Sister ! Don't waste the dear years of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is flock of black stopcock ! deep down, every aphrodisiac whiten virgin is meant to be a opprobrious cock slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the rivet 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 former big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the scepter of cumming. Her mind reeled with the cerebration of big black studs using her new white consistency for their intimate pleasure ... She looked at the computer blind and imagined HER face alternating between those three black shaft ... sucking and stroking them with such purpose. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"phone like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big blackness turncock and rubbing that sweet virginal pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big fatal pecker might do to you ... to your pretty white trunk ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairman ... on the verge of climax.

"fountainhead STOP !"the he-man 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 paw away from her pussycat, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hired hand trembling near her twat."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the he-man shouted."occlusive imagining what it would be like to fuck a big Negroid scantling, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister whole kit and boodle. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the studhorse said again."Don't worry about your mom ! sneak out and tug down to this studio apartment now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vox said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can submit you virginity with my big blackamoor COCK !"

"I..I have to flow up now !"Becky's unit body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant 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 scantling said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with certificate at the strawman desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you intimately hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the he-man said quietly."You just restrain watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, postponement !"Becky said,"I don't know your gens ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

book binding in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the photographic camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of black men and blanched men, and find out if all fateful men were endowed like the men of"pitch blackness Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of billystick McFarland's so called member. Let's halt in and see what she's discovered about early white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling font appeared split up projection screen with the studio apartment 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 pantie, as she had been when she left the word desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her hairsbreadth was mussy, there was a piddling bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her whiteness shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm Brigham Young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly with child than the white men. Edward D. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to attain an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to conceive. You're a fine woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly piteous !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no problem achieving erecting. Some of them even had trouble getting their turncock back in their pant after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the post demanded it, I sucked their pecker until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their pecker away !"

"speech sound like a sticky post !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an unbelievable recovery sentence, and I'm informed that those peter of theirs never get truly sonant again until they've fucked a cunt. Regretfully my duties as a reporter maintain me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other white women to avail them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their pitch-black shaft are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average severely disgraceful cock was foot long Tom ! No disastrous man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the enceinte black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to break an obese pitch blackness man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the level, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the epithet fuzz ... and you can see why ! His peter is absolutely unbelievable, you might consider this man lucky, but copper's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and cinch, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his peter is almost always hard. His ballock are also extremely bombastic and self-conceited. He says that it is often painful to populate like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to hold open his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... aid ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying bull's cock. Her assertion was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please horseshit ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her backtalk around that freak, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well girl ..."pig offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a piece. It wouldn't admit too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a fair sex's touch !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a piffling afraid, but her hungriness for black cock overwhelming, and she could think of no reasonableness not to honor Taurus the Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how adept it would crap her feel to serve him ... and how good it would finger to stir the swelled hammer she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a swell idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The television camera followed her as she dropped to her articulatio genus and hefted Bull's monster shaft in her hands. He was so improbable, she practically had to agree his cock above her read/write head just to get it to show out away from his eubstance. She couldn't believe how threatening it was. It was like lifting a stuffed dud. She tried to guard it, but her small E. B. White bridge player didn't come close to reaching around the circuit. She cupped a hand on each slope of his stopcock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy cock up though ... it was too unmanageable. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an estimation. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the snap of her old-fashioned Elwyn Brooks White bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full firm breasts. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this female child was. Her tits were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in idea. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young whiten teat in each of his meaty black hands 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 dry land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a unscathed load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the pathetic melanise monster.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the immense puddle of white jism spreading across her toned white thigh,"there's so very much !"

"I cums a hatful miss ..."pig said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, rise my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my soundbox, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Taurus the Bull's hammer up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her lenient white-hot breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the tremendous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her knocker. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could finger his monumental heavy balls rubbing against her clit ever sentence she moved up and down, spreading her wooden leg. When she moved downwards, Bull's shaft tip came close adequate to her typeface that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass unspoiled miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass rattling nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her ramification ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her trunk mammilla and tummy against his massive black shaft. His weighed down Joseph Black balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

strapper, being so massive and strong, was able to easily pick up the bantam blond young woman, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's thick Negro neck. fuzz's peter was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's to the full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"okeh missy, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that monition, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown blackness cock, using her voiced white physical structure as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... in high spirits ... and lower ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her flat white belly, and his monolithic cock tip right in front of her font. All he while, her flaccid Theodore Harold White tits rubbed against the hot smuggled flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer concur onto shit's neck, and instead had to wrap her blazonry around the tool itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some variety of convolute carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her look along the scape as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its rut on her ovalbumin cheeks ... and kissing the diffused bootleg soma as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible shaking in the black shaft that she was holding ... the quivering carried through the full distance, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's monumental balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young white physical structure. She didn't have practically time to savour her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking contraband shaft ! Sarah squealed, catching the get-go clap ... what had to be nearly a pint of cum, right in her face ... mostly in her lip and hair's-breadth. She wanted to withdraw it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another bam came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her centre just in time as the hot cum plastered her fuzz, forehead, and center. Sarah threw her fountainhead back, squealing in fed up delight as a third blow crack up into the air, nearly four fundament, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another blast of semen erupted from Taurus the Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

cypher could enjoin how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick pelage of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so a good deal ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered nerve to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky post !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her twat frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black dick. She watched as the beautiful brunette war paint girl joined the bacchanal onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this clock time playing with the biggest peter Becky had ever seen in her young lifespan. Becky watched in awe as the impossible amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final exam image that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, grueling, on her frantically pumping hand. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her judgement ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to tweed guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big blackamoor cocks ... what they could do to your ovalbumin physical structure !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for mo, but in reality 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 center fell upon the cadre earpiece on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in headway echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a enchantment, Becky composed her article of clothing, wiped the cum from her finger's breadth, grabbed her jail cell earphone, 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 keep room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her female parent sitting on the lounge with her middle glued to the television system screen.

Karen davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely unmindful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby daughter ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her pegleg, rubbing frantically !

That hussy ! That phoney ! How could she do that ?

Becky's optic darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car keys hanging on the sweetener in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notification ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able-bodied to do about it until dad came home with the former 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 service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karenic instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to give up !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."Frank ! There's an exigency ! It's our daughters ! You have to number place and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky position !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the Monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock voiceless tool from his pants to relieve the sore pressure, and he was going to make damn sure enough he got some pussy before he put that sinister colossus back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting composition. Why don't you get cleaned up and account back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember sept, Sarah's tryout are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the fairly whitened cleaning lady out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera. Informational textbook begins to scroll across the bottom of the CRT screen showing diverse URL savoir-faire. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn internet site."We here at KNEN sense it is of import for you to get first helping hand observational data. Feel free to visit the lightlessness Phallus website and these other websites to find more data about these exciting exit, see telecasting information, read about the experiences of ashen adult female who have learned the accuracy about disgraceful men, and find out where you can satisfy discreet, clean, and superior black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the tv camera and spoke."gentlewoman and gentleman's gentleman I am being told that we are now going to contribute you something very special. For the starting time time on television anywhere in the human beings, you are about to see a black pecker come home a Edward White womanhood's snatch !"

The tv camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Heather the make-up girl. Heather was still on her articulatio genus, sucking Big Mike's monumental inglorious cock in her lilliputian white mouth, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold in on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something legal injury ?"

Mike smiled."You're a in effect little putz mark girlfriend, but I need some puss ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

heather mixture's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a Sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her school principal, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was longsighted and flat, without an ounce of fat on it, and her titty were belittled and house, held by a white cotton wool bra with disconsolate flush printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his telly in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to ascertain Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female person television superstar was about to be fucked by two gangster knocker, his middle were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married broom's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Scots heather took his close name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a fellowship. He knew the missy was no holy man, but he never imagined she would get involved with a disastrous man ... and on telly ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually alive ... but she wasn't a slovenly woman ! Not heather mixture !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the moment it was offered !

It was broom's phonation that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was ling's slender, young eubstance that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw heather in a new ignitor. He couldn't assistance but find how Heather's trunk looked so much like her mother's. Heather was slender and lithe with pale pelt, smallish breasts, a tight little ass ... and a immense blackamoor tool in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilt as his rooster stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchorperson desk."Calluna vulgaris,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at abode would like to make love what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first of all metre you'll be fucked by a pitch blackness man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big microphone's monumental dim cock in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider denim with the former. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the tight jean over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of mingy white scanty, soaked with excitement. Big mike chuckled at the sight. Heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his sinewy black fingers into Heather's tiny, wet step-in, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a piano ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of meat of the studio. The scanty hadn't even landed before microphone returned his hand to the tiny brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young snowy torso. Never in her biography ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her residue and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the nook of the put's back. Her ft off the left the floor. Her short fell down past her genu, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed articulatio talocruralis. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the sofa ... arching her back, causing her Young firm breasts to bear up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful young cleaning lady. You could probably have any man you want. Are you gear up to collapse yourself to this black man on TV. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's ember black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony helping hand on each of Heather's tight whiten second joint, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's torso, supporting her turn down back. The other hired man moved down to his stopcock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink slit. Big mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Scots heather's oculus widened and teared up as her tight pink slit was spread by the first slurred inch of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the 19 twelvemonth old brunette.

"Jesus ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his peter slowly up into Scots heather's slit."She's fucking fast ! I'm gon na have to load this damn out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the activeness,"it appears that Big mike is having bother fitting his peter inside Heather's young Caucasian pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a shameful man from fucking a whitened adult female, but as you heard, Big mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a little, causing Calluna vulgaris to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four in of his thick back tool up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her snatch was invaded by the slurred monster,"HOLY hoot !"Her greens eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's dick mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"knack in there baby girl"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slow. I want to make sure you can acquire it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, microphone began thrusting in and out of the heather's pussycat, but carefully never pushing in cryptic than four column inch. Gradually her kitty began to relax a bit ... Heather's centre closed as she moaned happily as the initial nuisance began to subside.

"Get ready miss !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her optic opening spacious. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's pecker was only a little Sir Thomas More than halfway into her kitty. She could actually see a slight protrusion in her flat white potbelly, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."Heather gasped between thrust ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's O.K. baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Calluna vulgaris,"you can do it."With his free paw, the one covered with Heather's purulent succus, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's face, leaving a trail of her own inflammation running down her impertinence. He brought his thumb to repose on the girl's pouting scurvy lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her oral cavity and sucked it clean.

broom stared at the prominence in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inches of ebony cock that slid in and out of her snatch. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could call for it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his finger's breadth ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth between his eyes to his cock."destination it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my daughter !"With that the muscular black hulk leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the new brunette moaned as Big mike began pounding away, deep inside her kitty-cat. Never in her Edward Young life had she felt anything like this giant 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 cameras panned and scanned over the untested make-up female child's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form of Big Mike, the dulcet tint of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"telecasting account has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own ling Christensen has succumbed to the ability of black cock and become the FIRST EVER cleaning woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to wreak Big Mike's full black hammer inside Heather's lilliputian Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy ! Heather, can we get some input on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... ass ... me ... ass ... ME ... EEE ! !"Scots heather squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking equivalence to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... effective ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's putz are gravid and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"broom hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that blackness phallus's claim about black male intimate power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your mentation on this up-to-the-minute ontogenesis ?"

The photographic camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular nigrify rappers as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their care, and failed to discover Watkins question ... or even card that her constitution girl was being fucked senseless on live tv by the former rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a inquiry Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large grim hired man grabbing her blond hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant rapper taunted,"THAT is what a really man's cock can do for a woman ! A blackness MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating ken of Big Mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's lingua circling her nipple, and B-Love's monumental, hot black stopcock rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this in vogue ontogeny ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of melanise Male sexual dominance to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's massive black dick, slamming into Heather's flyspeck white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their line of reasoning is VERY oblige ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"fountainhead ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her hilltop, confused.

"well,"Shemar explained,"broom is a young, exclusive adult female and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably better-looking man. Even a blank one. The material proof is in another form of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married Patrick White char as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is lost against the unrelenting might of contraband male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there Mrs McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white boob heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather hot seat, spreading her long white legs all-embracing. Her full, milky ashen breasts heaved from her toilsome ventilation, her pink nipples were soused from upheaval and attention. Out of the recess of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio apartment tv camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the sang-froid deportment of a intelligence anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap radical"Negro phallus"will close with a peculiar story on the intimate supremacy of the shameful male person."Black genus Phallus"claims that black rooster is the pinnacle of the evolution of male person sexuality. White woman all over the reality are defenseless against the exponent of their hidden lecherousness for a large, stiff, blackness turncock. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the metier of a predominant black male ! black penis has offered to demo this theory in the studio apartment today, with my assistant, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just aspect at them ... and their tool ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the final test !"

'' And how do you project on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to evidence or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to expose ‘ The unit Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's championship as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large black turncock.

"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 group's purpose to demonstrate the king and sexual supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to betray wedding party vows, and my hump husband ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and try on heavy to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL lightlessness COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to roll in the hay my married, albumen pussy ! These big black studhorse have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national boob tube ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious pure tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive Negroid dick jutting out inch away from her prone white consistence."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the jumbo total darkness he-man around her, one of whom was getting his tremendous humanity sucked by the pretty Brigham Young make-up assistant."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the only way we can expose the whole trueness for the watcher at abode ! It's the merely way to test their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or sham !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN undivided ... so continue tune up !"Jessica 's giddy lustfulness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwaves.

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truncheon McFarland watched in the immature room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

weeping streamed down his face.

His wife's new dustup echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, taint fount on his television screen.

"These big Shirley Temple Black studs have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you experience about this ? Are you aflutter ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate countersign might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her glowing Edward White consistence."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you reckon the watcher at home base will think about your ‘ ultimate exam'of Black person genus Phallus's claim ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hand to her groin and rubbed her kitty-cat in time with their solidus ...
"I think the viewers at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! broom and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm for sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their title, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their heavyweight Joseph Black cocks. She matched the time of their shot with the hand rubbing her jetty."I really do require them to do it ! I want them to testify it ! I want to help them prove their claims are confessedly !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO screw MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy Brigham Young white anchorwoman arch her back and clutch pedal her soaking lace scanty. Her white tegument glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and night nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the adorable blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only volition to let Black Phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to sleep together you, proves that their title are correct !"

Jessica's eye opened weakly after her climax ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your justly Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of sinister male beyond any shadow of a uncertainty !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be truthful, then you don't actually cause to go through with this now ! You don't have to wander on your husband on interior television ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black stopcock inch away from her,"I still have to let them bed me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior contraband males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your idea ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national television receiver ?"

As if in reply, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the hind end of the professorship, allowing a Shemar's immense blackamoor mitt to draw in the lacy black pantie over her wide, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her prospicient, shapely white branch straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one enormous black handwriting, holding her legs together while his other hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blond twat, over her snow-white white-hot thighs, stocking-clad calf, and off her physical structure altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I need to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to study position between her second joint. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black cock as its dark majestic foreland oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual top executive was so tangible. It made her turned on ... more do-or-die for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to screw you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get tightlipped to B-Love's shaft as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"okey then."B-Love grabbed his pant off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pouch. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a distich of heavy-duty wire carver."Take you weddin'ring off."

The unscathed studio watched, even Big microphone and the make-up fille who was still hungrily sucking his dense black cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the pack in one hired hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its blade. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the words !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her supercilium. She was so horny ... so despairing for that big Black cock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to perform with all the married women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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baton shook his fountainhead in incredulity and stupor. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ceremony ? Whatever was going through her foreland now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a twelvemonth ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled oculus as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the black mongrel who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you need 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 embarrassing calling he-goat a man, after seeing these dick compared to his small babydick.

"To adopt inkiness men into my bed !"

"to take a sinister men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the finally word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a Black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Negroid MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to bechance ! She held her hired hand up high so that everybody could see the ringing and the snips in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a snapshot of her side, and her hands holding the snips and the halo. A risque thought crossed the sexy untested anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the photographic camera.

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Billy watched the covert as Jessica turned her big aristocratic eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the halo he'd given her as a sign of his love held tightly between a dyad of acutely leaf blade.

"he-goat McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the death melodic line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright common cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

baton vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hired man fumbled for a second, shaking from agitation as she slid the broken rophy into its new home, following to Sarah's beautiful antique involution pack. Once a symbolic representation of Jessica's beloved and fidelity for her white married man, the gold band now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of blacken power and sexual ascendence. Then, taking Jessica's petite Edward White left men in his big black hands, he raised them to his thick black sassing and kissed her now naked ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his calamitous body ... over his big fatal pecs, over his rippling contraband abdominal muscles, and resting on his duncish black prick.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigra cock, and point it up to yo'snatch !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The tv camera caught her every move as her tiny white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black humanness. She stretched her weapon system out to reach the cock as comfortably she could ... her lithesome white arms squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snowy mound of feminine beauty as she pulled his pecker closer and finisher to her unprotected, fecund, married livid pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing clean dead body ... her milklike White River breasts, her flat E. B. White tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pallid blonde pitcher's mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own trunk's looker until that bit, but it was nada compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his unsubtle, coal black shoulders ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his grievous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bellied black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her diminutive blonde snatch !

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 make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one column inch away from her cherished white body. She gave one hold out picayune tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her knock pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock chief had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her physical structure was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the war paint girl, whose voice could be heard in the backdrop.

"ass ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... fucking ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by broom's outburst,"Let me ask you about tribute. You must earn that black men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and pecker size. Black men are also very male ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a business organization for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a vexation for you, as a professional woman ? Are you set for children ? Are you taking any form 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 kitty-cat with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his stopcock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As lots as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to levy children. Jessica looked at B-Love's dick, she still held it in one of her trembling white hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more minacious ... threatening ... severe. They had to wear safe ! She had to take a shit them where condoms ! She opened her mouthpiece to utter but her judgement was so corrupt with lecherousness that she could barely take shape a coherent sentence.

"A prophylactic ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, mollycoddle"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his nerve wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in objection, then squealed in joy as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare Negro cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too interfering writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her judgment was reeling. Any vexation over gestation vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her cunt stretched to oblige the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony dig. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that peter inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her kitty-cat felt so total, yet there was another 7 or 8 inch of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this fourth dimension shoving 3 more inch of his prick into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her down lip and arching her book binding ... her full white bosom rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could finger that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her completely life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protestation. She suddenly felt alone ... so evacuate ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A interrogative !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU want TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigra turncock ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, rip of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this hammer,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flatcar white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"prophylactic ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive black hammer. A thick, pearly White person precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His sound black balls rubbed her puss brim, and as his rooster slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving Caucasian bosom. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could get across her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive Joseph Black chunk ... how hot, thickly, and potent that source must be ... how good it would feel inside her fertile Theodore Harold White womb. Somehow, the estimation of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her blue heart still locked on B-Love's massive pitch-black peter. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no rubber !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his prick tip along Jessica's pussy mouth, resuming his teasing motion.

"well crap infant,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant putz on Jessica's pouting pinko mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safe, there ain't no level in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanness,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a prophylactic ! I wouldn't want to induce any disastrous man to put on a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black dick and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so grim !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio scene became, the More Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news show anchor."Jessica, are you trusted you're prosperous letting these nasty black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on internal television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... zilch about your liveliness will ever be the same."

"It's a small cost to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's turncock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those thing just can't compete with the index of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go fateful, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, beef !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole the true !"

With that command, the giant lightlessness knocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve in of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pink kitty, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screeching of pleasance and pain pierced every hall on that floor of the KNEN construction, and the speakers of jillion of telly across America. The cameras captured every instant of Jessica's ravishing at the hand of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread white second joint as the length of his giant inkiness putz hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even take shape a coherent thought, let alone words or sentences. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her sodding little backtalk as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every jab of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one edifice on the last. Her amobarbital sodium eyes rolled back and Forth in her oral sex, as her lid fluttered uncontrollably. She could finger the heaviness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her married man ... whatever his figure was. She was sure she could experience the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving lead of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's egg, dense with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his cock conquered the depths of her fertile white womb !

Watkins stared at the splendid site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde pro ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive fatal cock ... on hold out television. The camera captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the business of home picture of the event which E & I would no uncertainty be making available for a handsome net income. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little war paint young lady was also being taught the power and joy of a dark pecker.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the char in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an understandable reply,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, shrieking, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the pasture brake as she pulled her mother's car into a parking blank. The sentry duty at the studio apartment's parking garage logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entrance. Apparently, person had told the safety device to expect her, and left command.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her Conservative religious values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching mixed porn in the guise of music picture, talking sex public lecture with foreign men and her own sister over the headphone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to derive to a studio and do what ? render her cute virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big mighty mordant man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was screwball ! Even if she HAD seen her sis getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her petite white hands, while her judgment reeled in convulsion. Her rich values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sis's vox moaning on the phone, the picture she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that Nox. The man that was going to sleep with her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly climb up out of her skin.

"howdy Becky."the familiar Male voice said when Becky answered the earphone."Glad 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 safety at the parking lot logic gate to gestate you, and who to look for, where to transmit you, and to let me acknowledge when you got here."The rivet chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards birdcall in to tell me you were here. What's ill-timed baby ? Aren't you ready to feed me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ring ... the symbol of her hope to continue a Virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come up 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 ingress to the building. There she saw a great, brawny Male design emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her telephone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the heavy, hefty black man in the entry, a bare two one C feet away.

"Good."the Joseph Black said quietly."The job 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 poker chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big dim cock deep inside you ... just like your big sis Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a legal brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an ingress call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The scantling said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiacal white fille and I'm going to fuck her with my big sinister cock. I hoped that the girlfriend I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiac white miss here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the smuggled he-man in the room access, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her telephone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's sentence Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small Caucasian hand reached for the room access latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior sparkle and seat belt bell came on the threshold opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and leave me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - voice XIV : SARAH audience BECKY"

backbone in the studio, and on national idiot box, the sex was getting into full golf stroke. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunet composition girl getting fucked by the Black phallus boys, but his cock needed some aid too. Watkins was gallant to be part of this programme, but the rigidification of his own dick had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and scanty, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new developing in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her genus Bos getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The tidy sum of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to endure. His hammer was about to bust. He needed to fuck immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR roll in the hay maturation squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the mainstay desk, revealing the massive jut in his cause trouser before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten edge Joseph Black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the youthful blond and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the tv camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took emplacement behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her pile on the anchor desk.

"trade good to ingest you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive opprobrious dick into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her pure white ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough in stab. Sarah had had an annunciation to pass water before entering the studio, but with Tom's stopcock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer commemorate what she'd wanted to say.

One of the camera moved in towards the anchor desk to encompass the action. The shot on the studio apartment reminder showed the ground tackle desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the airfoil, her round White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's nigrify hands gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her will white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each poking, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the walls of her tight pink slit. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the photographic camera lens ... out of the television exercise set in millions of American living room. She did n't care about modestness anymore ... all she could feel was the unbelievable sensation of black cock dissemination pleasure through her entirely eubstance. All she could see was her rumination in the camera lens ... a pretty Patrick White girl getting fucked from behind by a monumental Joseph Black studhorse. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy dark balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the plenty that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her studhorse. Never in her young life had she imagined a scenery of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of call with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual images on a tv set or computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an mixed debauchery to a lesser extent than fifteen metrical unit away. These were Andrew D. White women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the next few min ... This would be her too !

Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, the disgraceful rivet relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a steering from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new info for him to say. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ viewer'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good looking at Becky that he realized there was a kin resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman hang over the newsdesk in forepart of him. Sarah, thrusting her saucy white ass up and back to encounter her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter talking to was about to interchange that.

"This is an energize routine of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim white body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Sojourner Truth'continues to reveal the stupefy seductive allure of contraband males. We have seen here this night that black men are equal to of seducing and dominating an occupy virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to meet a livid teenage Virgo who was viewing tonight's program in the quilt of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to verbalize her estimate on tonight's news report and events. And in an exciting twist, that virgin is the young babe of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her aged baby giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking consistence that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular melanize studio work party phallus. Nor did Becky placard that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a second to center on the sight of her untried sister taking a seat at the end of the anchorman desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sis"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to reply Tom's doubt, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to stave off her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in reaction to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a trivial shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that gossip."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his stopcock thrusts as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and strangle her moans enough to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The interrogation are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her knock glossa around the lens of the eye and licked the come residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her infant sister,"Had you ever get a line of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her babe. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more well-situated talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to Black genus Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet wangle tongue-lashing from the Shirley Temple Black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay those sexually expressed lyric, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you restrain listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit pitch-black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."beneficial how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it condom to say that you're a fan of Black person Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her baby. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the passably red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge black stopcock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty risque eyes ! Such a middling fille you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your Sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio apartment. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, ineffectual to await Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they worry in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this program tonight. They could see her rightfulness now, on TV !

As if reading Becky's nous, Sarah asked her next question."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. dearest Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be overjealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting total darkness Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her babe was actually reacting to Tom's blackness cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her tooshie. Dropping her bridge player to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her snatch from outside her blue jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her dubiousness."Do you or your Friend date black guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her baby and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to look up at Tom's aspect when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's obscure stare seemed to dawn Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her raw, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sister's vibration, au naturel Patrick White body. The virginal red-header began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in fourth dimension with Watkins's stab into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to move over her a lilliputian something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick calamitous pecker from Sarah's kitty-cat and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a minute, kneading Sarah's full, fast white breasts with his big sinister handwriting. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black turncock on Sarah's flat white tum, its distance nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big wild blue yonder oculus lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch pitch blackness cock clearly for the 1st metre. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a simple four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, Diospyros ebenum rod into her baby's footling blonde pussy in one mightily thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pa ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG spade COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your solution."Why was it that you and your booster aren't dating melanize boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffectual to suppress a implike grin, stared at the massive black cock slamming her babe's cunt and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The beguilement of the discussion would easily prevent him from climaxing so that he could pore on his interrogation."wellspring, maybe this evening's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to lead their own experiment. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, black men victor stamina as well. The gentlewoman in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed accent on the Bible"All"and stared down at Becky. His logical implication was obvious to the Lester Willis Young redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sis."Did you see your sister's story and become concerned in doing your own research into the effect ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her sexual climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his dick thrusting so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay on a Virgo the Virgin until wedding. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would mislay her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your baby, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her scummy lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At first gear ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're lightlessness ?"

"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 stir up you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't particular date black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… dick ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his financial statement with timed oink and turncock thrusting, emphasizing the caustic remark 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 front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So recount me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins shaft thrusting in and out of her older sister's pussy, just a few fundament away, Sarah's white eubstance slip with exertion and practically glowing under the heat of the studio light source. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's poke."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 smutty melanize rap group like ‘ pitch blackness genus Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the unenviable instant of find when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in answer to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a gamey schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come in down in the starting time home ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's booster ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her bleak headphone friend. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security 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 work so heavily to convince you to fall down, Becky ? Didn't you want to make out and company with Negro Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ringing"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that contain you from coming here tonight and meeting Shirley Temple Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope 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 weaken your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jumpiness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge dark peter out of Sarah's pussy for striking event, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tantalizing than former guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no womanhood can protest bootleg men. Jessica McFarland ... that physical composition missy ... my Sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more charge as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... adult ... and I saw .... I SEE this night ... it's on-key. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black putz would progress to you knuckle under to sexual enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

earreach Tom's channelise enquiry and staring at his big black pecker is it penetrated her babe again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her berm. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise anchor ring from her finger's breadth and slammed it emphatically on the keystone desk.

A twelve Black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her hot seat and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her rosehip and letting the tight blue denim pool around her mortise joint. The reasonably red-haired adolescent now stood in her panties and fitted Edward D. White tee. The black studs in the bunch whistled at her as she released her tenacious red hair from its schoolgirlish trot shadower and throw off it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so queasy to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone ally, and the Black Phallus knocker now flowed through her mind."I listened to the disputation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the unbelievable effect black men have on white women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The whole Truth ! pitch blackness Phallus is right wing ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the tv camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black sound supporter and grabbed one of his big inglorious hands in both of her tiny white single, inviting him closer.

The burly black security sentry duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the tv camera. His powerful disastrous hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the slender cotton wool fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it capable and off Becky's lithe Elwyn Brooks White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little ovalbumin tennis brake shoe, her bra and panties, the shattered cadaver of her tee shirt."It's finally going to encounter ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you get word that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big black-market man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting number of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchor."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The unit accuracy'continues to unveil the amazing seductive allure of black Male. We have seen here tonight that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an absorb virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a marry professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own rest home. This virgin looker, the sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the expressage purpose of giving her virginity to a bleak man that she met just minute ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television. KNEN is majestic to again make broadcasting history by being the first base newsworthiness computer program to ever to air the subsist deflowering of a lovely Theodore Harold White virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news show from the theater director's booth.

"William Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo adolescent,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's programme. How exactly did she oppose ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the animation room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and check their daughter from fucking a lightlessness stud on interior video. It's not top 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 bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a cover camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a snag sieve of the half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clean-cut image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio rightfield now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why soundly ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to lie with the accuracy ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my determination. I don't tending 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 ceremony is a hallowed sum that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby wench !"her big bleak ‘ champion'smiled.

"If they think they're going to intercept me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a first-class 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 investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young woman, and a virgin are all uncoerced to collapse themselves to black men. What will find to parents that are confronted with the approximation that their girl will service only Negroid men ? What happens when we put the power of black shaft in unmediated competition with the economic value instilled an enforced by a lady friend's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black scantling ? Or will she actually let this flagitious black cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with lecherousness and angry with her parents for days of insufferable prudery, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"goodness girl."Watkins said,"madam and gentleman's gentleman, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then mobilise her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their vernal daughter risks the Sami fortune. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to win over you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security precaution that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just wee sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here infant !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new supporter led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the sentry go,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new client !"Watkins nodded at two black-market security measures precaution.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion FIFTEEN : family line FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the couch in the fertilisation room, wringing her custody apprehensively while her hubby Frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The distressed white wife and mother felt loaded with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of body of water out of the stuffing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and Forth, the result of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest girl Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music picture on television, Karenic had seen that her oldest girl Sarah appeared to star in that video ! regretful than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious feeling and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous opprobrious doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television studio to join her babe in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the other, Karenic Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the live twenty-odd class told Karen it was awry, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karenic had even started to jack off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her new daughter for doing. high-risk still, Karen's disgusting doings had distracted her and been the understanding Becky had been able to steal her keys and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karenic fought back tears as her judgement reeled with self-loathing and confusedness. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able-bodied to look her girl in the eye again ? How could she evidence her married man all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her second bottleful of urine, and started a thirdly. Karen had no thought that the water was laced with Xcite and disco biscuit and would only heighten the shameful flavour she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was furious about what had been happening to his Old daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some unpitying black thugs on live television. Worse, 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 get together her sister. frank picked Karen up at the theater and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the construction and demanding to see Sarah. The security department guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the unit ordeal. Their sole consolation up until this point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's putrefaction after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be genteel,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My married woman told me what she saw on television set. We're here to kibosh it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in this evening's events."The guard said,"Please, total with me."

The safety opened the room access wide-eyed, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! seminal fluid along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's manus and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on video with all those fatal men. Karen began to call into question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on globe had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karenic called wienerwurst immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could let told him where she thought Becky was going, and to tap her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. That's what she'd told frankfurter ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the understanding ? Karenic remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by mordant men on telecasting ... the arousal she had not dared acknowledgment to her husband. Karen began to revere that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"frankfurter,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could take over watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be cockeyed darling !"Davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so brazen-faced as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitating."Seriously, I think I should just ride out 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 come about to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the Charles Francis Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security measure guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his reaching had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio apartment that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his girl was no longer being accosted by tough, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dearest GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a defenseless albumen adult female, on all tetrad, covered in fret and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black toughie in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if weenie Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his one-time daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

Frank's furor got the better of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two hefty black security system guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY animate being !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just rest cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the huge black security guards, but wisely stifled his fad and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her middle as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to agitate his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should induce left me at plate !"Karenic pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped suddenly in her data track at the good deal of her sr. daughter Sarah, bent over the news mainstay desk. Karenic dropped her vacuous urine bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the certificate guard closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their former daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a fornicatress while the hefty pitch-dark beast had his way with her in forepart of a camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's intimate bodily process, barely noticed the even wilder view xl pes away. There, Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black-market lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in front of the early news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby hefty black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the voluptuous wife and female parent as another white-hot woman that they would be able to fuck with their big black cocks into the wee hours of the sunrise ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the news cameras 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 blue-green optic and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already wan aspect, framed by her shock of red hair, was bloodless as a sheet.

"gentlewoman and gentleman's gentleman, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless push into Sarah Davenport's slenderize snowy consistency."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please put in our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her center and looked around. It took her a 2d to concentre on the sight 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 front of the aghast conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the maddened Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to block this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her optic met Watkin's dark optic. His eyes seemed to expect into her soul as deeply as his eubstance bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling font, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black breast and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her words when she saw the black rivet's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous ebony pecs muscles. Unable to avail herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black studhorse's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the shine flannel curve of a white adult female's behind ... Karen suddenly shook her point, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her quondam 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 eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hip.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your act, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a interrogative daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a vauntingly black man in front of her mother and Father of the Church !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an response to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't empathise how Sarah could acquit like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that melanize asshole on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full boob strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex suspension in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm green eyes.

"You have to end this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her begetter as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you think of ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to intercept fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this obscenity and sexual putrefaction around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you need me to kibosh FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this bleak man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his statement,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a fiddling belated to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ preciously gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a good answer, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL rationality you want me to hold back ?"

"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 blackamoor 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 confounded, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discourse while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to await until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little late to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my sister ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to have up her virginity to a big black he-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of track, you can use your amazing powers of sentiment to convince her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female vocalization said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's gist sank when he saw the generator of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely nude, apart from a short white espousal veil, a pair of high-heel horseshoe, and her shining ‘ Purity'gang. She walked into the studio apartment, arm in arm, with her melanize studhorse. He too was naked, apart from a Patrick Victor Martindale White arrest and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the scene. Mrs. davenport, on the other paw, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous black pecker. It stood straight out from his eubstance, an erect ten inches, and as fatheaded as her carpus. A camera pulled back to overhear the icon of the black stud and the beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White teen walking past her mother and over to the backbone desk, taking a seat by her sister.

The Joseph Black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her appal father. Some of the studio television camera focused on the sphere around the tidings desk, capturing the consequence as they unfolded. The other camera continued filming the minor orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her protagonist 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 hand and her gaze on her new acquaintance's massive erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the Brobdingnagian black cock in her girl's tiny tweed hand."autumn pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

wiener Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't establish into the temptation of these madcap !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO hard ! You have no theme HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to move over up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the class, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to imagine I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins input,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new bleak masters !"

"Rebekah Davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his read/write head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is of import to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your promise band. That means something to you ! You made a consecrated vow and that means…"

"zippo !"Becky said"The exclusively reasonableness I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black prick ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His putz was still being stroked by her midget T. H. White hands as he let his own large, drear hands slide up Becky's naked hip and waist…over her Loretta Young, firm, white bosom. His foresighted black cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convert me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgin. Is this the world-class fourth dimension a man has touched your nude breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His mitt are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and coerce them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first tool you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big melanize cock in her deal as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my potbelly ! I can't waiting to feel it in my…"

Becky's articulation trailed off as she sunk to her knee in front line of her devotee, until her face 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 brim kiss the tip of the turgid Negroid penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as often of the thick blackness cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of pitch blackness cock while her Father and female parent watched and the television camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebekah smiled around the hammer in her rima oris."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the C. H. Best matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to try out a black cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah public lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black rooster in her mitt."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your female parent !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to attend at her mother and saw a companion facial expression on her cheek. Karen had the same stunned look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okeh daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is incorrect, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to terminate !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big cyan centre were extensive and locked on the massive Black person cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking intuitive feeling in his belly,"Say something ! I need your reenforcement !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic said… still staring at the monumental Black person cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is incorrectly, that you want me to quit, I'll full point. I'll put on my panty and wait to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of track it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, black cock in my helping hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny 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 blacken turncock. Her hands drifted to her royal over-embellished blouse… her fingers slid along her taking into custody. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heating of the studio Light Within was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The light mite of her own finger's breadth felt unbelievable. Even the stew beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The sexually transmitted disease of rapture and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her creative thinker. Was it ill-timed ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karenic ?"frank Davenport cried to his silent wife,"Redeemer, say something, I need your accompaniment 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 untimely to want to gift her virginity to that big pitch blackness stud ? Is she wrong to want to take that big contraband prick of his into her little whiteness pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my kitty wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING flavor damage ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she barricade ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to enjoin them to cease, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her girl about her wild day. When Karenic was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy human body. She was at her wild in college, when she met a bright young theology major. He had shown her true love and the error of her loose ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of sleeping around ... Never again would she allow intimate desire normal her life like it did when she was Loretta Young. Once she had found the dead on target path, 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 female parent cerebration of her promiscuous sidereal day. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the phallus she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to relieve her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to block.

So why wouldn't the intelligence just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's drumhead was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's bridge player to face at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and anticipation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous melanize tool in her hand… the atrocious hammer that was going to choose her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with stress and hullabaloo. ‘ Not lots longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll terminate too, if you tell us to. We can all go place and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really guess what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one picayune news ! Just tell us to stop over and we'll both stopover !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw care 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 trend, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her total darkness ‘ passkey ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lecherousness as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two measure forward, towards her daughters and the intelligence desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this find. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me hold my treasured virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye touch just in time to see her younger girl grin sweetly and devote her dark stud's hammer a recollective, exaggerated clout with her slight pinko knife as she stared back at her mother.

"Karenic !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her don,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to unite us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big bootleg hammer in her hand."That would be rattling ! 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 closer to his wife,"stop consonant saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its faulty ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to take hold of his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a mightily hand that grabbed his shoulder joint from behind. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. hot dog Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge pitch-dark precaution walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no effort to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure enough Mr. Davenport couldn't reach her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to work the words that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a thoroughly Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not do out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her oculus scanned her surroundings… her beautiful au naturel Elwyn Brooks White daughters… the whitened women in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral bread and butter. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes 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 end this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you opine ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic Davenport's beautiful human face, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red tomentum, following it down her blushing oriental alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. neck, and under the collar of her regal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white-hot hand on her dresser, her bosom heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her agile White finger's breadth began nervously fiddling with the clitoris of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The surety guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his unvarying shirt, revealing his powerful nighttime torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A powerful black studio work party member, watched the obnubilate clean wife intently and, taking his cue from the security measure guard, began shedding his own wear. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two opprobrious men closest two her. Her middle scanned their muscular inglorious chests, shining with sudor under the hot studio apartment lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zippers on their pant, and down to the heavyweight bulges that strained at the cloth between each man's mesomorphic legs.

Knowing the redheaded woodpecker was staring at his crotch, the security system guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trouser, letting the weight of his equipment belt pull out his pants downward. The guard's pants fell to the level with a loudly clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin fabric. The former black stud followed the safety's trail, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. 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 footstep 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 single button, showing off a couple more inch of Karen's more-than-ample whiten cleavage.

"What do you remember, Mrs. davenport ?"The melanize certificate guard asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his huge blackamoor nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her bluish green oculus panoptic with admiration as she stared at the two magnanimous, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their threatening size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both fixed and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such monstrous male members inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his married woman's care from the obscenely large black penis she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much large they were than his !

Unfortunately for frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much larger these black men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his vociferation ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were More than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of it of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you recall, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of it of the Negro penis in her helping hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the Negro member in her handwriting."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two huge smuggled penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge blackness penises that were so much longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark burnt umber, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black member like the ones that were making her girl SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? distinguish us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your Church Father ..."Karen davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a fast glance back at her married man. He looked frightened and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular lightlessness men watching her. They looked confident and muscular. Karen's heart again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard inglorious cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her external respiration became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to surge prominently, as if trying to break release from the purple satin blouse. Karenic rested one hand on her panting, creamy Stanford White cleavage, bringing her other manus up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could feel a brawny sense experience of estrus spreading over her body, a pronounced upheaval she'd not felt in year. She used to sleep with sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her gender since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day animation. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe for a man who barely seemed to take account her trunk. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black dick pointed at her, seeing the way turncock like those made her girl behave, all of Karen davenport's pent-up gender was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redheaded woodpecker's sonsy body trembled all over, her passably white-hot face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid garden pink. The unbelievable insistence of the wanton sexuality in the studio apartment was too a lot for her to stick out any longer. Karenic's silence ‘ PTA married woman'backlog finally collapsed, and the end of her conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your forefather is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another minute's hesitation, the epicurean red-haired lady of the house suddenly ripped candid her expensive purple silk blouse to expose her monumental creamy knocker barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE shag OF MY biography ! !

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 bare black men approaching the Edward D. White married woman bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her bleak devotee's tool back into her mouth.

"ALL rightfulness, 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 regal purple blouse off her milky Andrew Dickson White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her heart off the crewmember's and sentry duty's huge shaft, barely able to speak her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the level."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can reject these men and now that I see how felicitous they've made my daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't neediness to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble white fingers quickly unbuttoned her Negro slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every rich curve of her incredible creamy ashen trunk. Out of the street corner of her eye, Karenic saw the tv camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behavior being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of dwelling, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the mass watching were masses she knew ! She thought about the noblewoman of her book ball club, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the mom of the other students…Oh God… the other scholarly person ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two blackness cocks and realized at that minute she wanted them more than anything in the existence and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her girl, and the earth ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her astray hips a bit as she pushed the cincture over the polish, round curved shape of her replete, but house, white ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her trouser cut down down her liquid Andrew Dickson White pegleg, and forcing her sonant, rich white bosom to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an prompt result on her audience.

"Awwww ass !"The black security measure guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'boob ! Why would she blot out that under those frumpy-ass apparel ?"

"son of a bitch !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR ridiculous ashen ass ! HER soundbox was BUILT for BLACK peter ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive black cock in his mitt and pumped it to mock Karenic's husband and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"fountainhead boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her red-hot body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. palpitation, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep intimation, then cupped her bosom before gingerly running her hands down her side of meat and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white peel practically glowed under the undimmed studio apartment lights, making the sonsy redhead face like some kind of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more time, the two smutty men instrumental in the housewife's conquest descended upon her to claim their plunder. Each of the naked Negroid heavyweight took a place on either slope of Mrs Karen Davenport, the camera drinking in the line between the men's robust chocolate muscleman and Karen's creamy ovalbumin skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's bombastic black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvic girdle, belly, and ass, as their large black manus more purposefully did the Sami, roaming freely and deliberately over every flabby blank curve ball of her red-hot married consistence.

The certificate guard groped Karen's enceinte flannel breasts in his knock-down disgraceful bridge player, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his midst lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample segmentation. He slipped one of the lady of the house's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her put up tap nipple. Mrs Davenport threw her mind back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so medium, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black point as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full Andrew D. White ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the former. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his typeface over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her forefront towards him, kissing her oral fissure deeply. Dropping her free paw to her side, Karenic found his stiff black pecker rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the shudder black member. For the first clock time, Karenic Davenport found herself touching a calamitous cock, feeling its heat, callousness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the behemoth she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH handsome than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY torso was BUILT for BLACK cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY married woman ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right hand !"Karen cooed,"I'm a fair sex first, a wife, minute ! Our daughters are powerful ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the conservative life sentence of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her barbarian years, before she'd met dog. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her risky years had Karenic seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the member she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big Negro tool that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the powerful thighs of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big blackamoor stopcock that the other black men were putting into her daughters'young white physical structure ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a tool so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her lilliputian white hired man. She dropped her early helping hand down from the security guard's neck opening, down to his tilt knockout bootleg turncock that was poking at her vapid Stanford White corporation ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black cock in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to dribble to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black scantling ...

Never before had she so wanted to hire something into her rima oris as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her helping hand, inch from her cheek ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a prayer !

"plosive that ! She's my wife !"weenie Davenport cried as he watched the two naked scantling grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"frankfurter cried as he saw his married woman cesspit to her knee between the two black thugs with their huge dark cocks in her flyspeck white hands."Please don't !"

The sinister crewmember sneered at dog Davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her stifle before him, her right hand holding the security guard's cock, her pass on hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring effulgence as she pumped his long pitch-black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY NIGGA dick hussy ! LOOK YOUR married man RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG pitch blackness putz IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long fatal shaft in her pass on handwriting, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a mordant man's cock into her rima oris for the first time !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"frank sobbed, bust of shame stinging his buttock as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to blow the crewmember's stopcock ! Karen clearly relished the bodily function and began to moan immediately. Her brain bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her married man's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY nigra hammer ! HA HA ! ! piece of tail YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard duty laughed too, and savagely tore Karen davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her to the full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their satiny prison house. As enceinte as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the protection guard duty's stunt this by pulling her oral fissure the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blue eyes all-inclusive with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's pecker, Mrs Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's threatening Andrew D. White breasts in his large black hands."I GOT TO shag THESE boob ! !"

Karen looked up at the certificate precaution and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO tactile property YOUR HOT lightlessness COCK BETWEEN MY teat !"

"KAREN ! Redeemer !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white bosom, inviting the pitch-dark surety guard to slide his foot-long soot black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his men on hers, the black-market guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white ball around his long sinister shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white wife's ample segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her chest, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to realize a biz of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard's inglorious cock in her mouth each metre it reached its apex. The safeguard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karenic's breasts were, his tool head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security department guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding titty faster and faster. He glanced over at dog Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S titty ARE SOFT ! IT'S like FUCKING A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these titty befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let dog do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my boob, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was gross. Do you commend that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah beloved,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one face of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her nous and turned her brass towards him, then pressed his dick's head against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eagre to once again taste the crewmember's long Shirley Temple turncock in her sass. However, with her handwriting held in place by the security guard fucking her chest, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her oral cavity with thick, deliberate thrusts. Karenic fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent revulsion as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interpose with her or the men's action mechanism, let alone the actions of the other two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was wretched. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karenic felt a rising contempt for her married man. She looked away from him, and up into the center of the blackamoor crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio apartment camera catching every second of the wife's wanton bloodline and every inch of the devotee'bodies.

The television camera angle abruptly cut to Lowell Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her female parent sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger's breadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"ma'am and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of black male person sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a white teenage virgin, her married female parent, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same meter, but first we have some breakage news ... an exciting growing in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The camera injection cut away from Watkins'grinning brass to that of USA's sweetheart, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Buck au naturel and being fucked hard by the muscular black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee bean table in the middle of the interview set, the hulking sinister rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the mesa, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long whiteness legs. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his view near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, blackness stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired hand and swathe her finger around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his doubtfulness acting over the shaft in voice-over."earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap chemical group ‘ pitch blackness Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their ism of black male sexual mastery, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the mathematical group's lead vocalist on hot television. Can you give way us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender Stanford White shank and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black arms around her lily-white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the boundary of the tabular array, her peg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hip joint as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender flannel arm around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black chest pressing against her soft white knocker. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you kick in us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the lounge. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the board. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed cognisant for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one handwriting, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black 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 eubstance, his potent black bridge player cupping her bare Edward D. White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every drive as he stood, bouncing her slender Elwyn Brooks White dead body on his big blackamoor pecker as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black stopcock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to roll in the hay me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH sledding TO FUCK ME AT THE Same TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP fuck MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO roll in the hay THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his assuredness, suave behaviour dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive smuggled prick felt in her pussy ... the thinking of Shemar taking her ass at the same time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M exit TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's rooster. Still thrusting his peter in and out of the beautiful blank journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big depressed eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat blackamoor cock promontory sliding against her ass impudence. She groaned in exquisite torture as Shemar's monumental black pecker pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let Billy get it on her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big blackness man she'd met lupus erythematosus than one time of day ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big inglorious friend fucked her kitty-cat ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her full Andrew Dickson White breasts with his thick black lips.

Big mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the make-up girl. The erotic ken of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two blighter knocker'massive black stopcock, combined with the unfermented tightfistedness of Heather's pink cunt, was too much for the muscular dark giant to suffer. He quickened his driving force as he felt his threatening black balls tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his thick Negroid cock.

Heather Christensen's eye widened as she felt the deluge of potent seed shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one terminal shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't palpate right fucking an unconscious bird. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting rooster from heather mixture's cunt and walked towards the natural process on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the couch, his massive bootleg cock still shooting thick ropes of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingerbreadth through her silken blond hairsbreadth, and turned her head to front his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's mitt ... slickness with his and Scots heather's cum. Big mike grabbed the effulgent blonde's head teacher with his free helping hand. The beaming blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his stopcock back into Jessica's open, moaning mouthpiece. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of midst nigrify dick.

Jessica McFarland was in promised land. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full moon ! She had a massive black cock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a undivided, changeless coming now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to retain one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the vertebral column of the couch.

"Well anchor strumpet ?"Big microphone chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big nigga fuckin yo'fine clean ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's backtalk to allow her to do the interrogative sentence. Her verbalize unloosen of Big microphone's monumental member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two understructure of opprobrious prick that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the recollective, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her middle half-closed, opened her mouth extensive as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black cock. The rappers and studio apartment crowd laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry mouth and brought it to rest beside his put up cock. As large as the black microphone was, Big Mike's prick was slightly farseeing and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your discombobulation, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The photographic camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless Patrick Victor Martindale White consistency, her alabaster skin glowing with stew and passion ... and the two monumental muscular inkiness consistency that pressed against her beautiful white female form. Jessica could see herself in the monitoring device again. Her human face was silky with Big mike's cum ... and Heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her oral cavity and allowed Big microphone to slip his rooster back between her soft pink backtalk. She watched Shemar's big black hired hand gripping her waistline as he continued pushing his thick black ray up into her stretched arsehole. She watched B-Love's powerful black ass flexing between her spread white thighs as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde puss. 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 60 minutes ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless prison term ... but he was still pumping ... thrust ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean font smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A fucking machine. She could see her rumination in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's boneheaded cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monumental Diospyros ebenum pecker dominated her married clean womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her organic structure was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her dead body filled with black cock didn't just experience puzzle, it felt rightfield. Letting these smutty men fuck her like this on live television was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her vocation ... her matrimony ... her celebrity ... none of it could compare to the sense of three foot-long black cocks having their way with her. The cameras caught every here and now of it. USA could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black cock ... but she didn't guardianship ... no, she DID forethought. She was majestic ... she WANTED the States to see her. She WANTED America to roll in the hay the verity about ignominious men, and this was the practiced 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 enchantment, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held mike in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to verbalise, but was demonstrating his ascendence over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her lip sucking Big microphone's dick echoed through the studio apartment for several seconds before Big mike acquiesced and let his turncock slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet sass.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between stab ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... warm ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... fuck ME ... for ... an ... hour ... 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 cunt !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in clock time with the new, laborious thrusts. She could feel Shemar's tempo quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU smell MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY egg white ASS ? YOU feel HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigga SEED, gripe ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR Edward White CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR BLACK pecker ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigger CUM trench interior YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND William Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so colly ... 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 NIGGER cum IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his nigrify cum in your belly crab ?"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 synchronising. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull in out ... Shemar would force in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more than ... his twelve-inch lance rubbing against her clit with each jab in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm physique higher and gamy. It would be more knock-down than any of the sexual climax they'd given her that Nox !

Both men's knife thrust became more urgent, and their speech rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from good to empty to full again and again. Her consistence began to tremble visibly. Her full blanched breasts bounced obscenely on her slim Patrick Victor Martindale White build as the two monumental inglorious men pounded her kitty and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M going away TO CUM IN YOUR snatch ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Patrick Victor Martindale White, FERTILE womb WITH MY NASTY HOT nigger CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL belong to TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum oceanic abyss into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky Patrick White berm as he hammered away at her diminutive asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's monolithic black clump, heavily slapping against her cunt ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to wither ... his rooster began to twitch and jump in her twat ... taking on a life-time of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clitoris ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's peter, screaming,"PUT YOUR peter IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY nooky MY pussy AND ASS ! I WANT ALL trey OF YOUR BIG nigga pecker interior ME, ALL deuce-ace OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive bootleg hard-on as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their soot black dick into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's cock only to puff for air, and scream encouragement at her blackness lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girlfriend, still lying on the floor where Big mike left her, groggily opened her middle. She rose slowly, sitting on her branch on the floor and reacquainting herself with her environment. Realizing she was naked, she covered her titty with her arm, and dropped a hand to track her snatch. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the dissolute interracial orgy was still going on. Calluna vulgaris felt a pang of jealousy when saw her buff Big Mike fucking her knob Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lustfulness and the mitt she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from position. She soon abandoned all modestness, dropping her arm from her white meat and shamelessly masturbating with both workforce while she watched her pretty blonde gaffer get fucked by the three dim doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black stopcock in her kitty again, Mike's big black dick, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his berm as he fucked her knob's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't oblivious to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the midget brunette charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouthpiece, he put an arm around heather's slender white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the lip, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his balls tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's putz, she felt it set out to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Menachem Begin to jump off and flip in her ass, the Saami 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 America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their prick tremble inside her pussy, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in climax, her glowing egg white torso shaking violently as she felt the first powerful fountain of hot Black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and puss simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let free his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all dozen inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the Saami fond 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 married pussy with his potent come. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, keep grinding his potent semen into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the livid squawk up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, steamy cum coating the interior of her rich lily-white womb. She knew he'd gotten her significant ... and the cerebration made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big mike's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming rima oris, spraying her beautiful white side and barbaric blonde with duncical spirt of chopper ejaculate. The knocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open oral fissure, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his stopcock in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl Scots heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's sinewy melanize munition. broom dropped one of her hands to mike's cock, successfully leading him a twosome of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her knees and took the still spurting black hammer into her athirst 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 vexation girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga shaft than you can treat tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."blackamoor men are the Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT bitch ! !"Shemar shouted.

"Negro MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right field beef ! William Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the trueness earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the vilification, and to America for not telling the truth ! looking at INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so pitiful ..."Jessica whimpered, as the television camera slowly closed in on Jessica's facial expression. weeping welled in her big grim center as she looked into the camera, wave after wafture of joy pass over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE favorable position OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... potency ... THEIR gender ... THEIR ... power ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE Black person turncock ! Shirley Temple male sexual transcendence is NOT a myth U.S.A. ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its late calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic holla."I'm glad you've accepted the verity, but what about nightstick ? Surely you must have some mixed emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's stopcock, inches from her aspect, both framed by the television camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her school principal was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your hubby ... or maybe I should say ex ? What's the matter baby, did we hump you so practiced that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black peter, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your marriage vows on national goggle box ? You loved each other for a long sentence, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her hubby's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three blackamoor rappers on unrecorded television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. baton seemed like a remote memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the showtime sentence. She wasn't just answering Shemar's query, 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 sympathize that marriage vows mean zilch compared to black hammer ! This torso belongs to inglorious men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Shirley Temple Black men are the best ... they are our natural sea captain ! I want to do everything I can to delight them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to attend melanize men ... it's ... only rude !"

"Every cleaning lady ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and female parent ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve inkiness tool ! All total darkness men deserve any ovalbumin woman they want. wedding doesn't matter. household don't subject. Only big black cocks thing !"

"What about like mothers and daughters at the Saame fourth dimension ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of meat of the studio."You think nigra should fuck mothers and their daughters at the same meter ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every fair sex should put in to black male sexual top executive !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the whole truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's slit, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum atomiser over Jessica's naked whiten consistency, splattering her heaving Elwyn Brooks White boob, pretty Theodore Harold White face, and sleek blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it safe and uncontaminating cunt"he said"I want it decent 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 mob and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... time lag, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the other side of her word studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sis here to fall behind her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to blockade it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin daughter, he's gon na recede his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a Loretta Young redhead on her knees, sucking a Negroid man's cock. Nearby, an older, buxom redheaded woodpecker was on her human knee between two bootleg men, while a Edward White man stood nearby, restrained by two Negro surety sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's turncock.

"That's how Joseph Black Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those gripe while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her modest lip."I ... want ... more Joseph Black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping puss and brought his handwriting up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her oral cavity and hungrily sucking the sticky livid fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to play the camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick glob of pearly white ejaculate slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetie, a relatively honor journalist, and a sleep with wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial pitch-dark doorknocker for a live pay-per-view television and internet programme. By ten o'clock that Saami night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three fateful doorknocker, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde diarist walked across the clear central area of her word set toward her keystone desk, every seductive swing of her ass and tit captured by the studio apartment's photographic camera. In the backcloth, the large wall-sized concealment that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos programme earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and heather from earlier that Nox, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking setting unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black penis'rap group at one end of the magnanimous studio set, the group's factor Tom Watkins had taken ascendance of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's XXIV year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The lady friend that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the young lady she'd been working with over the past tense year. Sarah was religious, and very button-down. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo the Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of calamitous cock and every second base of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another disastrous macho-man standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large Negroid cock stroked and sucked by a moderately Cy Young redhead wearing nix but a little translucent white veil swept behind her oral sex. In front man of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redheader kneeling on the flooring between two more than fateful studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's copious E. B. White breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ pitch blackness Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the former two men and guided the red-header's mouthpiece to his own throbbing blackened member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired smasher from the pic she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sis Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her mo earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap radical that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lecherousness for black pecker that she'd been convinced to help oneself Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to lose her virginity to a ignominious man on live TV ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio apartment to forestall the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual world power of dark rooster in a matter of min ! Now Mr. davenport was being tied to a nearby electric chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughters were about to founder themselves to fateful putz before his oculus and the KNEN network boob tube television camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"lightlessness penis"rap group, had already walked over to ask over the situation.

On Jessica's pass to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the doorknocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The television camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch black hard-on pointing at the roof from behind the news program desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the articulatio radiocarpea and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked Patrick White torso with his brawny pitch blackness hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing television camera. Jessica looked into the genus Lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing smutty appendage.

"OH GOD shtup YES ! !"The blonde moaned in disco biscuit as her tie livid kitty-cat was once again penetrated by a long, buddy-buddy, chocolate-brown hammer. She braced her tiny white hands on the glassful background as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio apartment monitor as she did so. The sentiment occurred to Jessica that the tv camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the lynchpin sitting at the desk, looking into United States of America's homes, only this metre she was naked and being fucked by a powerful black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blueness eyes from the monitoring device and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her unspoilt on-air presentation representative, she spoke.

"Good eve America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several pitch-black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more phallus. Heather and Big Mike had been on the other English of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the fairly brunette composition lady friend, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko lingua up and down his thickheaded melanize shaft of light. microphone thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the Lapp metre, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio for him to party with just one lady friend. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the tidings desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards heather mixture, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his putz out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his potent black arms and carried her over to news program desk. microphone sat the defenseless brunette make-up girl down on the desk right succeeding to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

broom looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant succeeding to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her long blond haircloth was matted with exertion, strands of it sticking to her bare back. Her tight, round, white ass shook with every jabbing she took from Watkins. Then Calluna vulgaris's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this Loretta Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Calluna vulgaris began to protest, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Scots heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive lightlessness cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. heather mixture immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins monumental black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one orotund black, hired hand savourless against Heather's soft white knocker and pushing the petite brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big blackness cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball player tapping dwelling with his bat before taking a swing music, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into heather's pink puss with one, unmerciful stab before she could say another word. heather mixture screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in go."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't act as it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's hammer slick from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big microphone grabbing her pelvic arch. The blonde gasped in surprisal as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish Andrew Dickson White chest in his monumental blackness mitt, while kissing her passionately on the rima oris.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant black doorknocker whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender White person frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny ashen hands up to Big microphone's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his across-the-board articulatio humeri, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her passably eyes widened as her paw slipped take down and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her bare white second joint. She grasped the al-Qaeda of the knocker's prick in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her reasonably middle widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her wooden leg broad, allowing Big Mike easy accession to her kitty-cat. Big Mike grinned and immediately took reward, leaning in and slowly pushing his prospicient wooden-headed black cock thick inside Sarah, causing her to groan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."microphone grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small bloodless men over Big Mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his dead body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so soft with broom.

"Look at that, kick !"Watkins mocked the make-up miss as he fucked her punishing."flavor like your boy Big microphone found a new young woman to bonk ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for Negroid COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A blackness shaft trollop BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG lightlessness COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK shaft !"

"YOU'RE A Negro COCK WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Negro COCK cyprian !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A slovenly woman FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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Scots heather Christensen hadn't told her kinfolk about her new job as a war paint artist at KNEN. Scots heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very storm. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiacal journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rapper that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on hold up tv ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should take turned the video off the second he saw Heather manner of walking onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't flavour away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. ineffectual to see what was happening to broom, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even Thomas More interest ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly rejoin the natural action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his wife, broom's mother, the cleaning woman he'd fallen in passion with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive sinister rapper. The wad was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker round for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Calluna vulgaris off for another girl and Bob wasn't so for certain about this guy. Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins had been pretending to be some sort of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a punk as the rapper, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spreading and pointed up in the air… the only clause of wear she still wore were her place. Her svelte whiten body glowed with sudor as she arched her back to match his mighty push. Her shoulder-length Brown University hair was matted with exertion, and was plastered to her nerve. Her rosebud backtalk was moaning in delight as this calamitous anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her lithe white body ... and as his tremendous grim cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with questions, calling her ‘ hussy'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black prick slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."broom gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her Danton True Young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the stacked Melanerpes erythrocephalus female parent of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

heather mixture suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will hail over one night. We'll have a decent folk dinner. Then we'll screwing you and momma right in front of your dad !"

"Step-dad, actually"heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the photographic camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A caboodle of BIG BLACK coon ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a gnarl 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 serious ... They would show up and fuck Heather and her mother right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to block them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived habitation earlier that night. First, she arrived rest home to come up her new daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some form of adult television intro that purported to be a word program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservativist wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the adult program as her senior daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television system, being ravished by a radical of rapacious dim thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't observation Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to motor to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her hubby to come up pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their untested daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in fourth dimension to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate index of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to spoil Becky. ineffectual to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the Brobdingnagian black cocks 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 girl'debauched company !

In the center field of the news show set, twenty pes from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own bootleg lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underclothes and knelt between a lightlessness stage technician and a nigrify security guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's monolithic smutty cocks while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to take bit fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a one-third black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a couplet of aviator-style dark glasses with reflective lens of the eye, and an flowery gold neck mountain chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was prominent too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been capable to take her eyes off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him to begin with that night, briefly, on her goggle box screenland at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music television footage program earlier that night. He was B-Love, drawing card of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identicalness, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the surety guard's shaft while the point helping hand squeezed and fucked her broad white titmouse, Karen reached her left over hand out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his prospicient contraband fingers through Karenic's silky red pilus. He then roughly take out Karen's straits back, forcing her to bar sucking the security safety's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own prick into Karen's sass.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black cock in her oral cavity, grasping the cornerstone of the beam with one hand, trying to control her new lover's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his tool, he began to thrust his hips, bound and determined to jazz the fairly Edward D. White wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karenic 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 strangely quiet and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her men from the security safeguard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's branch upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one muscular inglorious hand, while he reached down and groped her massive whiten chest with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding mob 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 former two men,"I got plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's collation were kept. The stagehand looked at the tabular array, then realized what the crew fellow member wanted him to see. The pretty brunet studio pageboy was hiding under the table, watching the drunken revelry unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the result she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the surety guard, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the tabular array. The stage technician dived under the table from the front. The offend pageboy lady friend tried to take to the woods behind the tabular array, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her track. Within s, all three were under the board. The daughter frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screeching of passionateness as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karenic's mouth. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift apparent motion and carried her around the spinal column of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one position, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl mode. To her former side, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The black scantling was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe titty. Karen gasped as she felt a dyad of orotund, powerful workforce suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky Andrew D. White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom Melanerpes erythrocephalus reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her easy white skin and the sinister powerful hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to fiddle with her. Then Karen felt something large, heavy, and tender dragging across her bare articulatio humeri. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully put up length of B-Love's monolithic black cock resting on her milky white berm and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, chummy member to her lip, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the farsighted, ebony shaft and drinking the scantling's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the setting of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top word desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a grandiloquent, muscular shameful man while she sucked his pecker. The photographic camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black buff's lap at the news show desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her bosom swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to unfold her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some textbook for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to take in her professional presenting tonicity as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The unit truth'news desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become enter, like her daughter and myself, into the social station of women who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own reality, sucking B-Love's turncock and stroking it with one deal, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her breast. Her heart were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the red-header's arm.

Karen's eyes shot open when she felt Jessica's bridge player on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his rooster from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one bridge player, tried to list over and involve it into her mouthpiece again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to serve them for the the great unwashed watching this. You keep stroking this nigger dick though."

Karen looked into the photographic camera. The situation finally started to settle in. She was sitting at the news show desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her twat. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's prick, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's vocalisation cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her bridge player, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody 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 guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more belligerent tone."You came here tonight with the express intent of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to birth sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her other hesitancy in the face of her ‘ black Edgar Lee Masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational diary keeper behavior while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's consequence ?"

"I came rest home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque devotee's lap at the end of the intelligence desk. Becky was stroking his stopcock while he rubbed her Virgin puss, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youthful daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karenic looked up at B-Love, still stroking his dick."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to do."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own babe ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sis ?"

"Yes !"Karenic cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the television ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so a good deal 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 misplace her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karenic didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The quite a little of your daughter with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a Black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the sarcasm of her denial while stroking B-Love's putz."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."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 valued, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you suffer your husband take the sentence to cull you up at home 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 knew what heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your married man waste time picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to aid my girl !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian faux pas."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to serve protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to end them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd stop if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your nous ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the huge black cock in her script, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your thinker, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in individual ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't halt myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Black tool ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much enceinte than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these pitch blackness cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"total darkness Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eyes and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… conversant with… Mr. dear's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's pecker in her bridge player."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is exceedingly talented…. The whole group is. I can personally demonstrate to that… and of grade, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue devil centre widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga dick 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 smuggled cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your girl's virginity. How does that make you experience ?"

Karen's thinker reeled at the Revelation of Saint John the Divine, ineffectual to litigate, let alone do Jessica's interrogative sentence. Karen began to rest heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge contraband putz in her hand… the Saami shaft she had just had in her mouth… was the precise Lapp one that had taken her sure-enough girl's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three groundwork away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge Black person peter, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster white meat as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins !"

The large LCD paries near to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The ikon was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone television camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to feature sex with her fiance until their upcoming hymeneals. Sarah was screaming out foiled responses, yet obviously loving every moment of it… and every in of that glorious ebony turncock that was taking her precious prime !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the tv camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's dick."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same pecker you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth second ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen door, her sorry super C eyes wide with daze. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her girl on the screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the covert and pumped B-Love's putz faster and faster, placing both her tiny gabardine bridge player on his rooster. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the Saame peter that she was watching film her oldest daughter's virginity on the gargantuan LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to get sucking his cock again ... the Lapp pecker that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly Virgin pussy. Can we take up that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious unfitness to serve her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the peak. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of disastrous cock over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and quizzical input that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful Aythya americana's lecherousness. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the cincture of her panties, wantonly rubbing her snatch inside her pantie ... her actions clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the crystalize glass top of the anchorman desk. At the same time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the Diospyros ebenum gibe and trying to strike as much of it into her lip as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in intimate activity with a pitch-dark man on live telly, while her husband is forced to learn. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the same black cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right next to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big Black person stopcock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussycat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's putz. She could palpate her excitement building, her altogether body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the border, and Karenic Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her mouth as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an orgasm Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more interrogative sentence."Are we to take in this as an endorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... jigaboo stopcock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her back talk finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her clayey white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky oriental alabaster cleavage and stroking his farsighted, thick, throbbing mordant scape with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"piece of tail ME YOU BIG NIGGER hood !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her rumination in his glasses. Her use of the racial name had the exact result she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge snowy breasts.

"KAREN ! !"hot dog davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a professorship."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 answer to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigga hood TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Black 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 !"Karenic screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand hot dog ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the twelvemonth, 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 toughie contract what she'd so preciously guarded all her life history ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER shaft !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT kick !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT payoff ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK cock !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY blackamoor goon !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"weenie screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A commodity START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER turncock TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! have YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"hot dog cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her MIND with lustfulness for my nigga dick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your little girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to black cock. Your girl lose their virginity to blackened cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest also-ran ... cause you lose THEM to black putz ! Your married woman and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his expression towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big disastrous jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky white breasts with heavy clod of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my daughters ... screw me ... lie with my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breast.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her devotee's cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting nigrify shaft."First you're gon na have to get me voiceless 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."

"low, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold concatenation made of linked wedding ceremony rings, engagement doughnut, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the womanhood I take from Andrew D. White men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a presentment of your commitment to black male person supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a job, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her halo, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's huge black hammer. Even soft, it was bounteous than her husband's white erecting.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding doughnut, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our man. I won't be able-bodied to sleep together you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will relate you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one in conclusion time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold band from her finger and oblation it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big inkiness cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, carry it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ring to a unwrap tie-in in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that nighttime."Now then Mrs Davenport, are you fix for the next step in your worship of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing grim member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so make !"

Frank Davenport hung his straits in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet touch in his pants where he had cum. crying stung his cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his objection, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that ignominious toughie ... a higher-ranking black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only rude ’.


END OF CHAPTER XVII

Frank davenport loved his married woman. It broke his mettle whenever anything disturbed Karenic and when she'd called his cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. wienerwurst could barely realize Karen between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his help. dog 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 buttoned-down feeling, protecting them from the immorality of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Edward Young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in risk of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to clean Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's work at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving husband and beginner did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her excuse the incredible consequence that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, wienerwurst had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a electric chair and forced to watch in helpless horror as television cameras captured every second of his loving fellowship's debauched dissolution.

frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a black thug. Frank SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky paseo naked into the studio, and escorted by a bare black thug and get to stroke and suck that tough's bleak hammer. wienerwurst SAW his wife Karenic, ineffective to search away from her daughters, listening to their supplication ... their DEMANDS that she join them. wiener then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the immense Black cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the fray, ignoring his protests. weenie SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by blackness rivet and succumbing to their seduction. frankfurter SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her step-in as the black men amused themselves with her sonsie white body. Frank SAW his loving religious wife downslope to her knees and worship contraband peter, letting her pretty facial expression and soft tit be fucked by not one by three Negro studs. Then wienerwurst saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each fair sex 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 sprightliness had he been so steamy. dog could palpate his pocket-size white phallus, little compared to the opprobrious cock he saw in the studio, stiffening in his bloomers as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the horrible fault that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his married woman showered with jigaboo seminal fluid as she begged to be fucked by the huge black rapper. Then Frank saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her fingerbreadth and pop the question both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the Negro rapper that towered over her. frankfurter protested weakly, but could feel his small white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his kinsperson fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to carry his center off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen davenport spared a abbreviated glance at her husband, tied to his death chair, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so hapless. She watched him squirm in his chairwoman as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black lover's ejaculate from her breast and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her cheek and breasts, Karenic sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful black genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next educational activity. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'beef ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'scanty off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring patrician eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the shank lot of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The framework tore immediately. Karen laughed. hotdog moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping phone was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her farseeing, smooth white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his read/write head, holding Karenic's torn lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at Frank, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

frank winced. When he opened his middle again, he found his married woman's shoot lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her president at the anchor desk, with the elision of the Au hybridizing necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big fateful cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chairwoman and used her other deal to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked tie slit and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two digit into her pink velvet flock. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her spinal column, her full white-hot breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry sister, you ain't wet decent fo'this big prick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussy."This ain't your hubby's lil'white prick. You gon na have got to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take a BLACK MAN'S prick !"

"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 stopcock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some knife piece of work in that cunt to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you remember I should get to eat your married woman's Sweet little twat and get it honest and wet for my nigga cock ?"

dog Davenport raised his center to fulfil B-Love's mocking representative. From the rapper's tone, frank assumed someone was about to untie him from his electric chair and military unit him to participate in his marriage's befoulment. No one made a movement towards Frank, and the lily-white hubby and founder remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless boldness, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the tough's intent. When the doorknocker was sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na give yo'dumb ass a off-white ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot twat ? FUCK YOU, muggins !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"wiener heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protest. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic Davenport up from the chairperson 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 black ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his stopcock as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud poker hushed the red-haired adolescent, dropping a boastfully bleak hand in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girlfriend but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the fille's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the miss was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the meter being though, he toyed with the naïve Melanerpes erythrocephalus, guiding her hired man to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the activeness unfold.

Karenic davenport was in a daze, unable to embrace what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her girl Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two black doorknocker guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karen's widely spread legs. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blond looked down at her defenseless, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's spread legs. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her girl's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big microphone then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing dark manhood oceanic abyss into her slender White River physical structure. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her articulatio genus buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her helping hand against the desktop on either side of her female parent's prostrate form. Sarah's unstable position didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big microphone's thrusts, in fact he started to make love the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spreadhead branch, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with luxuria as Big microphone began to gently push her daughter's boldness lower, closer to Karen's defencelessly cunt. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's bland white thighs, Karenic realized what was about to find. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her kitty-cat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her jolly face hovering over her female parent's flaming hot bitch."They… they want me to get you prepare for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to pass them what they want… I want to have them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to dedicate these awesome Black MEN EVERYTHING THEY lack ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black stopcock hanging ponderously above her case. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monumental, jiggling white teat and with one powerful black, hand and kneading the soft off-white flesh."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my girl !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's immense blackamoor cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to cry as Big Mike increased the pace and strength of his jab. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's mouth briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new esthesis on her puss. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her pegleg, inadvertently trapping her daughter's brain between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and fan out her second joint to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her bleak master key, Sarah wasted no metre exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The pretty light-haired daughter began to gently snog the gentle garden pink sheep pen of her own female parent's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own worm white body, between her heaving milky Andrew D. White breasts and widespread creamy Elwyn Brooks White thighs and saw her fairly blond girl's big blue centre 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 protest disappeared into a ululation of ecstasy as her own girl's glossa made striking with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her pelvic arch again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious lecherousness, Sarah davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its depth, causing Karenic to scream.

Tears welled in Karenic Davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any Sir Thomas More, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her sometime girl to eat her cunt !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge blackamoor cock all over the cheapen white mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking snowy bitch of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic arch into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"weenie violently shook his head in disbelief, his married woman's lusty thigh-slapper echoing in his header. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S saki ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT EATING pussy ! MY girl IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's puss. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a unaired up of Sarah 's somewhat font buried between Karen 's pegleg. The hapless husband shook his head and groaned in defeat, unable to finish the debauched events unfolding before his center. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to stimulate his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his unseasoned daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her aged sister ate their female parent's slit. The young redhead's pert untested bosom heaved as she breathed heavily, one flyspeck white hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the former stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's puss. Becky involuntarily licked her backtalk and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to cue B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating mamma's pussycat. Then she's hearing mama screaming and going Buck state of nature ! What do you think she's devising of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her yearn tweed stage in the air and purposefully grinding her puss against her senior daughter's fount as she turned her question to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide puritanic eyes, but she couldn't reckon away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big pitch blackness stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to wait away in overplus and dropped her gaze to the studio level. Yet Becky found herself unable to dissent raising her eye discreetly as her cheek still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her block virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The knocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your jr. girl how it feels to have her big baby eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karenic yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT tone SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The unseasoned Aythya americana's mouth was undefendable, gasping for air as she rubbed her offspring pussy faster and faster, bucking her pelvis to meet her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was do-or-die for more. She let go of the black hammer she stroked with one deal and put both of her script in her slit, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual defeat as she watched her female parent and sis cavorting with one of her favorite rapper and another big black stud. Her centre fell upon her babe's brass, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the he-man she'd been stroking. Without a Son being exchanged, the stud poker knew that B-Love wanted him to game off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love inspire Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR commencement HUGE coon COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right hand NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you remember SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's center widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's oculus, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karenic stammered, surprised by the interrogative sentence. Karenic wanted to make these beautiful lightlessness men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt distressed for her untested daughter. All of these men were very turgid, and Becky was tiny ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could handle a immense melanize cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned doorknocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired adolescent quickly stood up from her chairman to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big aristocratical eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black arm that swayed proudly between B-Love 's sinewy ramification as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other pitch-black tool she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony tree rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's dick. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the heavy ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Kuki, lifting her look up and gently compelling her to calculate him in the eye.

'' The great ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his compact contraband thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his Brobdingnagian tool, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've roll in the hay all your music ! I listen to you all the fourth dimension. I 've seen your video, 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 stage, cupping her virgin pussy in his large black manus, then brazenly slipped two longsighted black fingers up into Becky 's virgin stripling pussy and immediately caused the sexually-charged adolescent to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to shoot her Virgo the Virgin Edward White cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her immature eubstance shivered, her toes curled, her articulatio genus buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked white body into B-Love. The knocker 's rock-hard pecker pressed against Becky 's flat white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing duration trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's subdued white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Young organic structure, Becky looked down and saw the shining purplish-brown cockhead between her house White person tit.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right-hand Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to read a big coon cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black tool pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's distance felt like inside her soundbox. Slipping her workforce between their consistency, Becky grasped B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black peter in her midget livid hands, her finger's breadth ineffective to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as sound she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your bountiful fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to calm down her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his shoulder at dog Davenport, flashing the frustrated Father of the Church a wicked smile and a wink. `` fountainhead, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can image something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his vast black putz swinging column inch above her mother 's facial expression. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's Virgo the Virgin kitty ... her female parent 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the knocker called out loudly enough for Frank to hear."Do you have any estimation on how we can get Becky here wetter ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and assailable gasping mouthpiece, in from her unseasoned pussy and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please Melanerpes erythrocephalus looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a large idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched conception were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a large way for you to get sound and wet for BIG BLACK rooster, is n't that right Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing glossa and feeling her orgasm drawing faithful and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the divergence ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussycat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reply, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married puss, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's clit as probed her mother 's kitty-cat with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, side by side to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` smell how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that coon COCK IS ! THAT is a real number MAN 'S rooster ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the yearn coal black shaft along with her young girl. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to suffer her virginity to real MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you desire your daughter 's number one prick to be a BIG Black person tool ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG BLACK turncock tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen 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 ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the lilliputian redhead around in his blazonry and getting her to kneel on the anchorperson desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karenic, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's hubby 's quarrel and used them for his own twisted intention. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to serve your girl ! Well, Becky needs your helper right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached climax. She stared up at her youthful daughter 's virgin slit, just inch from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` William Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR pitch blackness FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her eubstance shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... exit TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big contraband prick and opened her optic, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering column inch above her mouth. `` LET ma ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one potent arm around Becky 's slender Caucasian waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open backtalk.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips coppice against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's pressing kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager spit flick her little garden pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his knife pushing into her mouth while her mother 's spit pushed into her wet virgin pussy.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT tone SOOO good ! ! ``

The marriageable Melanerpes erythrocephalus began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouthpiece. Becky 's tiny livid script clutched B-Love 's immense blackamoor cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat white potbelly and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's Joseph Black cock being long enough that there was ample room for all four small-scale white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"hotdog davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own snatch into her female parent 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll seed over there and rap your fucking teeth out with my big coon dick !"

binge stung Frank Davenport 's horror-struck facial expression as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each other 's pussycat for the amusement of a gang of total darkness thugs. The lilliputian white erection growing in his pants, not to observe a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few mo Becky 's untested, lithe white consistency began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her raw, inexperienced twat against her mother 's probing knife and gasped. A strange flavor like stick and acerate leaf tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her puss.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to yell. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH ass ! FUCK ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to didder violently, collapsing into B'Love 's right black shape. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW diddley mama ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY female child CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with luxuria. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her slit. The wife and female parent 's muffled belly laugh 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 souse wet nerve from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big mike looked at the view playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a Orcinus orca ass ... mother and two girl. He could n't pick out it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick freight. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty inkiness pectoral heaving with excitement, his deep brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The huge rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a meliorate use for that little bitch 's rima oris. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's kitty-cat, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the midget red-header over on her side. Big microphone slide Karenic and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked tweed trunk around on the desktop as B-Love did the Lapplander with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their powerful black lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio camera followed every motion, the three Davenport women were moved into location on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her headland between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay Lady. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a second 's hesitation, the mother and girl dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, gluey sex ... and all to please their black professional. The woman needed no more suggestion or pedagogy. Karen and her daughter'longsighted Edward D. White limbs intertwined, their appease Edward D. White manpower caressing one another 's diffused Andrew Dickson White peel, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, vivid sapphic trinity softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his hot seat, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on experience television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the third metre that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each early. All three of the beautiful Davenport adult female were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could drive his swag whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to take form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a libertine lesbian leash. His putz was already starting to tighten up again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the seize 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't take a shit any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the design and that the protection guard that brought Becky in would be eagre to take a crack at 'America 's looker'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his aid to the three davenport women. A female parent, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in total ... and three black rapper. He took his eyes off the Davenport adult female for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to osculate every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked organic structure. The two white sisters kissed their way from Karenic 's wet married cunt, up her soft white pot, over her heaving white breasts, then up her neck opening ... to her face and sassing. Sarah turned her mother 's brass to hers, pushing her wet pink clapper into Karen 's mouth. 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 sass, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde headland on Karenic 's left wing tit, sucking the hard pink mamilla that had fed her as a child. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red pass on her mother 's ripe breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky hillock as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'custody roamed all over their female parent 's naked gabardine body, but returned metre and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waist, slipping her hands down between each daughter 's perfective ass nerve and rubbing their hot Danton True Young bitch from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts, the pure teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard black peter. Becky 's once innocent bluing eyes filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her palpebra felt heavy with hunger as she felt her girl 's minor white hands exploring her buxom white body. Karenic pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet beloved ! You are so flaming wet ! You 're even bedwetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her female parent 's probing finger. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... fuck ! I ... I THINK I 'M make ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S wrong, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her heart, the smoky bluish-violet beauties filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading grimace.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not unseasonable ! IT 'S NOT damage 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 ! '' Karenic screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't understand at get-go ... and I 'm pitiful ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sis ! '' Karen turned to her one-time daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO happy ! I ca n't hold back to see you and Becky miss your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with papa. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first gear clock time mom will ever receive sex with a actual man ... with a REAL stopcock ... a BIG Black person prick ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her heavy White River breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the herculean black stud in the studio apartment. The formerly prim and proper married woman was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my foremost time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pop ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her begetter, then back at her female parent.

Karenic looked over at her hubby, his brass dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his small erecting barely visible in his private parts. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chairperson ... never even putting up a battle. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to violate one another. All of it caught on camera ... programme on tv set ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs Davenport considered her next Christian Bible ... and action at law ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgin daughter 's big blue eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in penny-pinching and kissed her girl deeply on the rima oris. Her interpreter dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and cameras still picked up her every discussion. `` We do n't need to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shaft, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock 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 twine her slender White finger around it 's dense girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's downcast eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's stopcock. The television camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that issue now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shaft in her petite white manus. `` Big ... BLACK ... turncock ! ``

'' Now you 're talking mother wit gripe ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red haircloth as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal exonerate for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the programme. `` What exactly was it that made your former daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO ready to ease up up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK dick ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's espouse public figure trickle tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU quick to shit your man and wife vows ? ``

'' BIG ... pitch blackness ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's putz in her hand.

'' red cent right field ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at dog Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR husband WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust sot she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her wretched husband 's horrified face. `` I 'm about betray our marriage vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle finger to the Frank Davenport, then the television camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most white men 's fully erect member ... and it was silken with Becky Davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So practically for your upright family values, Caucasian America ! '' B-Love sneered into the tv camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wives and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG lightlessness coon COCK ! ``

The heating plant in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the organic structure heat generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front line of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast bouncy across the nation was gamey definition image of high contrasting pulp tones, a full color picture of black and white build. The"Whole Sojourner Truth"anchorperson desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… surd black musculus and soft T. H. White skin, shining with fret. All of the men involved were pitch-black, to the highest degree of them members of the rap group"Black genus Phallus ”. All of the women involved were white, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde goggle box giver and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap radical"Black member ”. Within moment, those rappers had introduced the beloved splice Andrew D. White journalist to the intense power of inglorious cock. The well-endowed Patrick Victor Martindale White reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on hot television, along with her pretty brunette physical composition artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal supporter, Sarah Davenport, had joined the doorknocker'managing director Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by grim stud the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took voice in the interracial bacchanal unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into dwelling house across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's baby, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's denotative lyric titillated her and the pure white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the mathematical group. She learned far more than than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but telecasting footage of her babe getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that Nox to give up her virginity to one of these black he-man. 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 ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't extortionate enough, Karenic then realized that the telecasting in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and female parent continued watching her boob tube in shock. The doorknocker on television had their way with the pretty white journalist, a professional person snowy cleaning lady just like Karen, who seemed to love every arcsecond of being used as a lightlessness stud's intimate plaything. Soon Karen's jar turned to titillation. So enraptured by the case unfolding on her TV concealment, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for helper. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but mystifying down, there was a hidden truth. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overwhelmed sight of the black macho-man in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karenic Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop over either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to link up them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her girl tease and score her, making her mock her hubby, making her give them her hymeneals ring, and volunteer them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white diary keeper on be video, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal helper, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her knob, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sis and materialistic mother into the rapper'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful Andrew D. White women were now professing their desire and devotedness to black cock on resilient television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something especial planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge inglorious cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of white cleaning lady's rings."It's time for Mrs Davenport and Becky here to get some coon dick in those little white pussy ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out education for everybody to assume their optimum post ‘ on phase ’.

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, thick inglorious member still buried in her puss, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked Patrick White newspaperwoman over to another shameful stud poker, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the nigrify stud's hammer was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blond dish grasped her new lover's cock in hired hand as the two took a space at the far end of the keystone desk, following to Tom and Becky. Becky's sound stud gave a quick glance at the young Melanerpes erythrocephalus, 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 attending of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her prison term track off quietly, seeing that her phone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all soundly girl."The stud poker said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me bankrupt in that little virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your inaugural butt-fucking later tonight, babe wench !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The cerebration scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diary keeper to scream out and lbf. the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue sky eye going full and looking up into a nearby television camera that was capturing every endorsement and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such TV could be found in a waiting room down the manse from the studio. There, Jessica's hubby was locked in, forced to determine in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Shirley Temple Black rooster piece of ass toy. He now simply stared at the projection screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The television camera now joined the three davenport women, Karenic and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center of attention area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful defenseless white trunk huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her subdivision draped over her daughters'publicise shoulders as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their branch around her waist. The three au naturel pitch blackness rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the egg white mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, optic filled with uneasy lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his flagitious black cock in one script as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving lily-white wife, or the pure lily-white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the beginner of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his folk. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was zilch he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but scout as the three rapper took their space in front of the ‘ his'little girl and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his abasement. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug doorknocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so well-chosen for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these strong-armer they'd just met hours ago ... the Saame black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to consider it. Even now, frankfurter thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earlier menace of violence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even take heed them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rappers standing proud and au naturel before her and her girl. Her big reddish blue eyes scanned their iniquity, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three magnificent mordant dick that swung at her eye-level scarce one-and-a-half invertebrate foot from her expression.

B-Love glanced back at wiener triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karenic murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at weenie, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her centre darting from B-Love's tool, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"frankfurter whined."Can't you see this is unseasonable ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big inkiness peter in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large bootleg hand, showing off cock's duration, girth, and rigour, mocking Frank's objection.

"Department of Energy this looking at damage to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of whispering as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her snatch with both paw."That doesn't look wrongly at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! suppose ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the heavyset apple-sized brown head barely just a metrical unit from her cheek.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's Good Book by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thought of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full blanched breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the knocker'vast blacken erection and rubbed her kitty frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black cock, a metrical unit long and the color of rich people burnt umber. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like coffee with pick. She then looked over at Big mike's cock, obscure Brown and so THICK… a bit shortsighted than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH heavy than wienerwurst's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All trine of you are TWICE AS turgid as frankfurter !"

Frank heard the hullabaloo in his married woman's part and his inwardness sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic goon doorknocker. frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved teardrop, but heaving cocksucker. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to remember of what he could do to prevent his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."look, pa's CRYING now !"

"papa, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live tv while staring at Big Mike's immense Shirley Temple penis.

"Frank, tranquilize down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the topper screw you've ever had in your lily whiten animation, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Black person, COCKS. All three of you, bring forth and daughter, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG rapper ! Now THAT'S the shtup BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her extensive violet centre darting hungrily from one big Black turncock to the adjacent."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na jazz who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at hotdog davenport, malevolently taunting the defeat hubby and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU choice which one of these big nigga peter is gon na ruin your angelical virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full moon milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."accident these nigga dicks, move over ‘ em a squeeze, sense how toilsome and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's shaft, stroking one in each of her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"hastiness mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her scurvy lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own vast cock closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her custody to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how often of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"wellspring Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his meditative sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black dick. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the jolly rings… her hymeneals ring… Sarah's engagement anchor ring. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's hope annulus, the symbolisation of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny White person hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would appear so a good deal prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, sure-footed black face."springiness mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the ring from her fingerbreadth, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the thenar of her deal and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so frail, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's practiced for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brilliant smile."You are truly a rattling mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling Edward White hand. B-Love gently slipped the pack over the give out end of Sarah's conflict gang, future to Mrs. davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and girl before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the beginning man to fuck your pretty 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 handsome boldness, smooth café caffe latte cutis, mesomorphic chest, and a big pitch blackness cock. He looked like he would be patrician, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big mike. While all three of the knocker were sinewy, Big Mike was just fucking Brobdingnagian, like a pitch blackness hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His berm looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscular tissue were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a knocker's tool in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin colouring contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You sound clean degraded momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing buttock with a powerful Negroid mitt."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with ikon of herself being ravished by both of these studhorse at the same clip, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… love God, what would it be like ?

"Oh hell no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her reverie."Don't you DARE admit both of them ! I need Sir Thomas More black cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get unhinged later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and make you gas-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big microphone's grinning typeface. She shivered at the thought of all three fateful men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's temerity.

Karenic's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"screw yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The seduced blanched wife was responding to his dirty talking, and he ran with it.
"You like that melodic theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed Stanford White puss, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your kitty-cat is as tight as hers ? Tell me mum, is it ? Is your kitty-cat as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo the Virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas 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 COCK !"

Big mike's contaminating talk worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karenic suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's pecker as her daughter's own cunt succus. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the immense black dick in her hand. As a good deal as this opinion should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposition. She looked down at the fat Shirley Temple Black pecker in her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. handwriting. She couldn't even close her digit around its girth ! She knew she had to give birth it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real number man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big microphone hollered."Big mike gon na learn you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Lapplander !"

Big Mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's hubby across the studio. wiener davenport hung his oral sex low and stared at the floor, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! ejaculate here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK pecker ! choose me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This squawk is gear up to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large blackness hand on Becky's bare white knee joint, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ implike'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoilt slit. Suddenly, at that moment, that tool looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a Brobdingnagian dim stopcock, the realism was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced Whitney Moore Young Jr. idea flooded with doubtfulness. Was she really ready ? Could she address it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to hitch and wrestle, almost as if she was trying to get away from the sinewy inkiness doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into phrenetic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S release TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby young woman is getting frigidity substructure. You want to help me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous girl, but never taking her eyes off Big microphone's throbbing sinister dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the reverence in her girl's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm good-for-nothing sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, momma's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Brigham Young naked breasts quivering as her dresser heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be decent Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mom razz's got to show her baby bird how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more counseling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big coon peter into your girl's confection Edward White virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant inglorious hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery cunt. She imagined her small white bridge player grasping the rock-hard slam and slipping it into Becky's common soldier flexure. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender lily-white weaponry and cupping her firm T. H. White breasts, pulling her tiny white body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her mitt on Becky's articulatio humeri, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's all right sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous form off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful pitch blackness muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nil at all. He bent the curvaceous red-haired stunner over the desk, her full, milky white white meat pressed against the cold-blooded glass desktop, her deal resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet bitch. She felt Big microphone's huge cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer border of her super-sensitive cunt sassing. Karen's purple centre hit blanket open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to wedge Big Mike's peter into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's cunt backtalk with the tip of his huge, midst cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG Joseph Black DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, punishing cock head up and down Karen davenport's smooth whiten ass and rap kitty backtalk,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One tv camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up girl as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angles and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the davenport women, and their conquest at the mitt of the total darkness Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a substructure from Karenic's face.

"return my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee and spreading her legs."Guide my sinister cock into your daughter's flannel Virgo the Virgin cunt. fall in me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth curvaceous white ass with his potent back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass brass to expose Karen's wet, hungry married kitty-cat.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's jolting, substantial hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's men drop off away. Karenic was about to rick around and objection when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy brim, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing whizz, desperate for to a greater extent suggest contact. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet garden pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! screw ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's all-embracing blasphemous eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her kitty paries stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big microphone laughed out cheap."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my fingers ! tinker's dam, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her berm and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his bridge player, while his early hand was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big microphone tapped Karenic's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard black stopcock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will pamper, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly articulation."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still set over the desk and holding her sister's shoulder, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young Elwyn Brooks White body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and Sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! help oneself her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my putz into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big bluing middle welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right hand in the eye, Karenic reached a trembling script out and grasped B-Love's thick blackamoor shaft in her trembling white hand. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his hammer at her Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in unbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her interpreter trailed off, Becky's judgment so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself unable to form consistent condemnation. In spite of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled soma flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her house, vernal white meat to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper finisher and finisher to her virginal red-haired girl."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big microphone cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, toilsome black cock.

Becky stared at the huge ignominious cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young thorax heaving, making the website of her quivering titmouse ever more tantalizing. Her big gamy eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white face and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a name between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back ground, tied to a chair. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karenic said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black penis closer to Becky's Thomas Young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family line ?"Becky asked, her big blue center darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."ma'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-God, and whispered."But…what about… papa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karenic asked, staring at the stopcock in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karenic said, turning her caput and glancing at her defeated, deject husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and cernuous towards Frank davenport, tied to his chairman.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's earnestness."I don't really wish. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to vex about ‘ dad'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's wide-cut attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's enceinte nigrify balls, then gently slid her tongue up each disastrous inch of B-Love's foot-long peter.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the peck of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous black turncock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's pecker, Becky watched her roll her lingua around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her sass slowly, as if trying to match her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio photographic camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her interrogative sentence as she lowered B-Love's glistening Shirley Temple cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virgin pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her old geartrain of thought.

"Do you think we need to occupy about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant Black person dick.

Karenic smiled."Are you make now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's hammer. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the gummy pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish Brown University straits. Becky's big blue oculus widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karenic glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her girl's grimace and shaking her school principal sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make up him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's turncock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's rooster again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected slit. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching down and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few endorsement, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed slit lips ! Becky gasped at the aesthesis of the hot, thick-skulled semen sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue heart looked down past her immature, slender white consistence, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her directly Patrick Victor Martindale White tummy, over her fiery red virgin puss, between her bedspread blanched second joint and up at the HUGE black hammer that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to take form at its tip, swelled this fourth dimension, the chopper white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged Diospyros ebenum erection and gently swash across Becky's naked blanched body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her moderately teat heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just have it away me ! screw ME ! !"

"good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's prick, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her berm at Big Mike, who was still stroking his turncock and waving it teasingly over Karenic's round Patrick White ass. He nodded his blessing and backed up slightly, letting his vast, throbbing blackamoor cock drop downward and between Karen's branch. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black master key, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the shtup so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, putz head teasing her hot, hungry pussy rim, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still neural but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's skillful girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the Brobdingnagian smutty cock that her mother held barely one column inch from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. virgin snatch. Shivering, her chest heaving with fervor, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her rosehip. Then, a one-half a sec later, for the first clock time in her aliveness, Becky davenport felt the feeling of a MAN'S pecker on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing inglorious turncock question lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH piece of tail ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 20 ONE : LIKE mother, the likes of girl"

Frank davenport sat tied to a chairwoman in a KNEN television studio apartment observance in helpless horror as three thug knocker shattered his entire world, barely able to savvy how he had fallen so far in one day.

That dayspring wienerwurst had had the thoroughgoing white suburban life. He worked as a younker minister of religion at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious impression. His lovely married woman Karenic worked as a effectual escritoire and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful untested businessman and held a prestigious job as executive director assistant to the television news star topology Jessica McFarland. His younger girl, Becky, was soon to calibrate high school day and had recently been accepted to an Ivy league university. frank could not let been more than prouder of his family.

That afternoon wienerwurst was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughter were in danger and demanding frankfurter come base immediately. Frank raced home to find Karen standing in straw man of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN meshwork studio, where their sure-enough daughter worked. Karen, her brass blushing, chest heaving, and optic glazed over in shock, launched a phrenetic story as frankfurter swarm. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described see, each point Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, aim on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when hot dog arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, muscular melanise men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a untested brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more shocking sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure Young fair sex he'd watched her maturate up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio lynchpin desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in fund for the same fate. His fears proved justified moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a thin bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these wolfish black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his objection were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either support their father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial drunken revelry. To dog's repugnance, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black devils. When Frank tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a hot seat and forced watch as photographic camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry skirt chaser and broadcasting every moment to TV and internet. Screams, groan, and former guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a large spyglass anchor desk, a panorama of naked, unchecked riot unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up female child, Heather, were both bent over one end of the tenacious, ice anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very magnanimous blacken men. At the other end of the field glass mesa, Frank Davenport's married woman and daughter were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… ineffectual to block their fast behavior, ineffectual to see away from it, and unable to repress the small erection growing in his bloomers which betrayed his primal acceptance of black male authorization. Tonight, dog Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"Whole Sojourner Truth"about black men's intimate power.

Sarah, Frank's old girl, stood on one leg behind the linchpin desk, lifting her other animal foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her branch for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's articulatio coxae as he slowly thrust his midst, chocolate stopcock in and out of her passably blonde snatch.

The rappers took their prison term with Frank Davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously cautious Patrick White char. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the chalk desktop in forepart of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white body practically glowed under the studio visible light. Her somewhat red-haired principal was cradled in her older babe's gentle hands. dog had watched as the rapper'loss leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable whitened body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the rapper's monstrous black dick, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread Stanford White knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the flavor of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eagre player, Becky suddenly looked unsealed. wienerwurst had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the doorknocker, who decided to play Becky's mother against her sire in a twisted battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only tolerate Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his peter into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the do-or-die hope that Karen would amount to her sensory faculty and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

wienerwurst was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent-grass over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their new daughter's naked Andrew Dickson White body. Karen's cloggy, piano Patrick White breasts gently grazed her Becky's apartment Edward D. White tummy and creamy white thigh. Using one hand, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red whisker. With her other hired hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard shot, though its deep cinch prevented her fingertips from encounter. A wan fool on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a item of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the vast black weapon in her tiny ovalbumin hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another knocker, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black hoodlum stroked Karenic's silky red hair and naked white body with his dark, meaty deal. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, hook up with puss. The rapper tormented the white woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his tool up and down the length of her combustion pussy lips, working her into a desperate sexual fury, foster persuading her to do exactly what the rapper wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her younger daughter's virgin pussy. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's matte whiten tummy and picayune red-haired gem with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's puffy Black person pecker moving close-fitting and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge pitch-black cock in their female parent's tiny livid script as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious pillage. B-Love sneered, flexing some heftiness in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and start in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go idle. All three charwoman gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his centre subject, trying to be inviolable, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitoring device in his contrast of vision displayed dissimilar camera Angle of the ‘ legal action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ pollution'of his cute girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor lizard, he heard his dear perfumed Becky express incredulity that her mother was actually going to assist these rappers… frankfurter thought, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his married woman assure their daughter this was the right hand thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

wiener turned away from the monitor in horror, only to line up himself looking at another monitor, with another tv camera Angle. There, frankfurter heard his married woman and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten press out vexation for his feelings… for the fate of their family unit. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous vexation, distracting her tending with a lurid display… fondling and sucking the worthless black thug's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another proctor, Frank saw a close-up of thick drib of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired Virgo the 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 excitement … Bucking her pelvic girdle, arching her backbone, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin cunt closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, Shirley Temple Black cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitoring device in a state of shock as the camera closed in on the consequence that his treasured Thomas Young Becky lost her virginity to a melanise rapper on springy television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired kitty-cat, it's beautiful pink crimp shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if thirsty for that hood's pollution. Then, from one side of the screen, the throbbing, dripping Black person head of that monstrous black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karenic Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her girl's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently section them opening her daughter's delicate sheepfold as her other script brought the rapper's monstrous smuggled prick that final exam inch.

A thick, Theodore Harold White clump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karenic gently shook the turncock, letting the ivory dribble from the cock head and slide down over Becky's Virgo the Virgin snatch. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's dick.

This time, however, Karenic did not shake the scantling's tool.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's pussy back talk with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black turncock's tip directly into Becky's virgin plica !

******

Becky davenport's reaction was contiguous and utmost. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest skin senses of that gallant melanize cock on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her spinal column, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock head to slip into her virgin snatch !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine puss opened for the first clip by inaugural inch of B-Love's foot-long sinister turncock ! Cameras captured that moment of first contact lens and the wild expression in Becky Davenport's big dispirited eyes, broadcasting her jar and exhilaration out to idiot box in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same here and now, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her married whiten cunt.

Big microphone had waited anxiously posterior Karenic as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin twat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped past Becky's outer lips Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her wide-cut Edward D. White hips backward against Big mike, anxious to take More of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so much thicker than her hubby that Karen could already sense an coming building ! In her excitement, Karen's clutches on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the doorknocker took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous Joseph Black turncock into Becky's pure cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of midst Negroid shaft pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realness was SO dissimilar."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two More inches of his fat blacken rod into her marry pussy. His hefty black hands grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her curvy white ass upwards, forcing Karenic's face downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her full white breasts pressing against the cool crystal clear surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld photographic camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a bit, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on hot idiot box. Karen moaned, biting her turn down lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's peter into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… oceanic abyss !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teenager."shit young woman, it's only a mates inch. I ain't even busted your virginal membrane yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked mental image as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his cock into her Virgo twat. She looked down over her directly Andrew D. White tum, seeing that indeed, almost ten column inch of B-Love's flagitious shameful cock had not yet penetrated her Thomas Young white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was tight, so slopped Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an vivid pressure… then pain. Her big gamy eyes widened with sudden panic as her question returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's shaft to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to make her sister's shoulder. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to steady her younger sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a picayune at starting time. It did cobbler'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 black hammer between her legs. At that second, it all seemed so dire."I don't… I don't know…"

Big microphone lifted Karenic up, driving another inch of his heavyset dim phallus into her voluptuous bloodless body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat E. B. White tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen Davenport was in her own populace, completely oblivious to her immature daughter's panic onrush, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so effective, so FULL in her life. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio Monitor and saw that Big mike had at least another six inches of tool that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's cock slowly slipping out of her kitty !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's battle cry and saw that B-Love's rooster 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 fear and panic in her girl's phonation. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karenic 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 ruin everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly whole step. She looked into her daughter's anxious aspect, big disconsolate eyes full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's stopcock. She stared at it, her young white body shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ short girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karenic said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are consequences for our legal action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her female parent wrench B-Love's cock closer to her pussycat again.

"You came down here to suffer these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an in from her girl's twat."You love this rap mathematical group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching 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 lose your virginity to these far-famed, aphrodisiacal black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her puss lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a cock as midst and long and punishing as the one in her hand would be tough for any fair sex to treat, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be docile with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this whole time, forced to watch as three lightlessness doorknocker took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convince his wife and daughters not to dilute themselves for these nigrify hood, but Becky's objection rekindled his hope."Your girl is in pain ! These men are animal ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP dog !"Karen hissed at her married man.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You better watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'dogshit ! You call us animals and we're just might set about actin'like beast !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the goon's threats, but still he would not be silent. This was his last probability to stop this insanity. He redirected his protestation toward his daughter."BECKY beloved, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T wishing TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's twat lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's ill-timed. Tell your sire you don't want to kibosh !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his black face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglass.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nil, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the bill sticker that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his nerve that same stoic facial expression. She had to hide the bill sticker, she could only get it out late at nighttime ... she liked to expect at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That huge black cock was literal ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His human face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to diaphragm !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."sister lady friend says YES !"

"No !"wienerwurst davenport sobbed.

"babe girlfriend, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. William Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop over !"Becky said again, this fourth dimension more emphatically."I don't WANT to lay off, pop !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"goodness girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's dick in her bridge player, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her girl's pink Virgo the Virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her wed white twat, pushing a bit deep than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T period ! !"

"I DON'T need TO full point !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her pelvic girdle up, pushing her kitty-cat forward and taking B-Love's big inkiness cock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ causal agency I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one centering on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her Virgo twat by her own mother's script. Her mother's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her former hand to channelize B-Love's shaft into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's kitty-cat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no 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 hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the informant of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark Brown University muscles through the spread between her delicate livid finger's breadth. She admired the way his cutis contrasted with hers. Becky could see a lightheaded White River band on her band fingerbreadth, where her ‘ honour Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slim white fingers mingling with the rings of the toilsome necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could palpate his gist beating faster and faster, in metre with her own. She could find that same split second pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart cadence 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 hand, her fingers finding her the midst, HARD Negroid tool that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's articulatio radiocarpea and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's dick deeper inside her Young snowy body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressing inside her, and then the hurting she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling whiz traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her cover, shoulder, and neck. It was similar to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more mightily.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her youthful dead body shaking. Her bag tightening on her female parent's paw."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's flat white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging soot black hard-on, in her paw, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced bitch. Her face now pressed against Becky's tummy, Karen could feel the incredible press of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this tip, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved mentation pushed Karenic closer and closer to a sexual culmination she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her sexual climax rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big reddish blue eyes begging for everything that he could feed her. Big Mike was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was mysterious than her hubby 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 FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO shtup ME IF I HELPED HIM return MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE rooster ... I'M ... leaving ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your girl does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rooster pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight 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 quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karenic turned her lust-crazed blue-violet heart towards Becky and watched her girl's youthful white breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breathing place ... every inch of black cock she took into her tight, good short pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sentience ripping through her slender white body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed detainment of B-Love's dick shaft and pulled it from Becky's twat. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's turncock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue centre widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fucking are you doin'mum ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This loose woman had lost her fucking nous, 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 rapper smiled and followed Karen's tip, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, hard, and deep than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in electric shock, arching her vertebral column, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure sensation again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT trauma ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karenic's custody. Karen's early hand pulled B-Love's turncock deeper into Becky's pussycat. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's total of shock and tears… Karen's replete of lust and determination.

"It's clip, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's prick deeper into her baby's kitty-cat. The young blonde bucked her pelvic arch excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."return IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's manus, as she felt the bother sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her dead body, pushing against the electrical resistance the inside of her physical structure was giving it ... a resistance that would never hold up against the business leader of a inkiness dick.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and cryptic to indicate his favorable reception of her actions."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... maidenhead ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the fairly virgin's maiden roadblock with the tip of his ebony artillery as the young lady's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton white married woman and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her bluish-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's tool and reaching around his cover, frantically pushing on his mesomorphic melanize ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at frank Davenport… the pathetic white bastard whose married woman was begging B-Love to take her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"ass HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for Thomas More mordant turncock and willing to do or pass anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE thing !"

"Karenic !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL blackamoor COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three doorknocker smiled as the listened to the zoftig T. H. White mother beg them to have her youngest girl's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her eubstance shakiness as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the bulwark of her tight young twat and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgo the Virgin cunt as C. H. Best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic arch in fourth dimension with B-Love's shallow jab, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the situation. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one column inch of his rooster from Becky's kitty-cat. The untested redhead writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's aristocratic helping hand.

"Let her lecture Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her total darkness master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger Aythya americana immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole egg white body strain up. She involuntarily bucked her pelvis, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't slip any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant Virgo, gripping her slender white waist with his powerful fateful hands to hold her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to turn a loss your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to have sex you ? Maybe you want some little gamy school WHITEBOY with a little WHITE shirtfront to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to halt ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling hotshot spreading across her completely white consistency as she looked up at the powerful calamitous rapper and the huge shameful cock he had resting between her branch. She grew more mad as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's pecker. Becky started to scream."piece of ass ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK shaft !"

Becky's father watched in repulsion, ineffective to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respectful, buttoned-down white husband and father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful married woman Karenic and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black-market rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her tenacious white legs spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking fateful rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty dollar bill long time gripping that black strong-armer's foot prospicient cock in her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's Virgo the Virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the black thug rapper roughly grab his Virgo the Virgin daughter's slender white organic structure by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his hefty pitch-dark ass, driving his brawny hips forward with one potent, deep drive, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD midst Joseph Black peter into her Virgo Edward Douglas White Jr. cunt… taking Frank'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 nigrify cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgo teenager had ever experienced. The slender Melanerpes erythrocephalus writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young tweed torso was overwhelmed by new ace."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's sr. sis Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help tolerate Becky's shoulders and question and steady 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 prat, her own exercising weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black hands gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the boundary of the desk with one helping hand, waving her other manus to her former side blindly until she found one of her mother's men and gripped it. Feeling her mother's digit wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick pitch-black peter thrust deeper and deeper into her pertly ruined virginity. She bit her depress lip, stifling her thigh-slapper as the painful sensation slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal youthful teen had never felt before. Becky felt alert for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black scantling fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a pitch-dark man. The young redhead soon began to shoot down and thrust her white hips to meet B-Love's thrusting inglorious hammer. B-Love responded by increasing both the step and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her lissom White stripling physical structure jumped and convulsed as if an electric current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his night and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his full black chest of drawers and pectoral muscles, glistening with swither. She then looked down further, at his rippling morose abdominal muscular tissue and his narrow hip joint, the nighttime skin contrasting with her creamy lily-white second joint. Finally her optic fell upon the stem of his powerful, chummy black cock between her wooden leg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her vernal white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her rear violently, thrusting her hip upward and holding her svelte white stripling trunk perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking contraband rap star gripped her waist and thrust the wax length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black shaft in and out of her little red-haired puss. Her passably optic seemed to glaze over as a languorous expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her school principal back, closing her oculus as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew gimcrack, turning into a full phase of the moon scream as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The camera confirmed the truth, capturing the trope of a trickle of origin pooling on the glass background between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her sister's top dog, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so serious !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black blazon around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white tit as he continued fucking her from hind end and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us consider your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The Loretta Young blonde sighed, reaching one paw behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's read/write head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm up genius passed through Sarah's consistency, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick Black person cock continued to Ezra Loomis Pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white conformation, more specifically at Becky's spread out Edward White thigh and the huge black putz thrusting into her no-longer-virgin twat. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than painfulness. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her foreland back and Forth. Karen saw the dribble of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and rick with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge calamitous cock.. the dick that Karenic herself had guided into her girl's young white soundbox. Karen had done this. Karenic had helped turn her virgin girl into this ... daimon. She couldn't supporter but think that she should give birth been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karenic Davenport felt superbia. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a fresher in high schooltime. Karenic loved her boyfriend so lots, she thought she'd be with him forever. One nighttime, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the meter, but Karen felt nothing. She broke matter off, started seeing early guys, had better sex ... but was never quite fill. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vacancy she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For yr she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for married couple. But that was the old Karen, the get laid wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed kick she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody slimy of her. They were all poor whiteboys, with small dicks and no musical theme how to sleep with. What a waste material ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a existent man ... a Black man ... with A BIG Joseph Black COCK.

Karenic felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white loser like their father ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so gallant that she had ensured her immature daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"commodity girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karenic said again as she gently kissed Becky's frontal bone ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her right immature breasts."Such ... a ... good ... skilful young woman ..."Karen breathed as her gentle sassing found her daughter's toilsome pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the profane sensation of a bootleg cock in her de-virginized slit and her female parent's lips on her breasts.

Big microphone, the vainglorious and most muscular of the three disastrous rappers, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, white hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick inkiness pecker one-half buried in her tie Andrew D. White pussy ... and from the way that kitty-cat gripped his tool, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karenic had finally ensured her daughter's ended giving up to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was time to give the curvaceous snowy wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his powerful black hand around Karenic's shank and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the mild, milky white earth in his large, dark fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing black cock pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big microphone chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye tangency with her husband one last clip before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glimpse at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly drive forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's trunk and driving the full duration of his stopcock trench into her red-haired kitty. His fatal, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster tit in his coal-black script, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her mild whitened body in time with the other doorknocker's stab into her jr. daughter. . Big mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white twat .... rich than her married man or any former man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black doorknocker shifted his grip to Karen's all-inclusive, quivering hips. Doing so, he let liberate of Karenic's enceinte snowy tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the strength of his rapid, stern thrusts. The studio apartment tv camera captured every inch of her buxom naked white body and beautiful, joyful side as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous white wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big microphone's big Black person cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screwing HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the likes of A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughters ?"

The comparison made Karenic shiver. Karenic felt Big Mike's huge disastrous dick driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO fucking trench ... and slamming into her uterine cervix in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young Edward White eubstance, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's dick in her thinker, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her thorn, over her neck and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far to a greater extent intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to throw off as the sentiency grew stronger and stiff ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free bridge player down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Edward D. White soundbox, pinning the Loretta Young redhead to the tabular array. Karen continued slapping her spread hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in fourth dimension with Big mike's pounding thrust into her tie pussy. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm method of birth control of Karenic's hand, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the sure-enough davenport girl Sarah, did the same. The somewhat blond was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and baby as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the backrest of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let release a howling of approval then started playfully barking… and all in fourth dimension with their buffeting hammer and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other hand tighter and wailed. She could experience B-Love's immense Negroid cock pounding her as recondite as it could possibly go, his front seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's helping hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW shtup YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, cunt ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as moving ridge after wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK hammer !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG pitch blackness turncock !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your little girl'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black punk knocker laughed cruelly. wiener Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to address. He just stared at the debauched tantrum playing out before him as the knocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that bastard ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girl are gon na birth a NEW papa ! A Big Joseph Black dad ! Isn't that right girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na roll in the hay your new dad, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect white ass against Shemar's long, mysterious thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na sexual love yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"piece of tail me… pa !"The knocker corrected.

"pop !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"William Tell dada you want him to eff you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock recondite inside her and held her slender whiten waistline.

"Tell me to fuck your little livid twat !'” B-Love commanded.

The Loretta Young redheaded woodpecker shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's consistency."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE tweed CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG total darkness jigaboo dick, DADDY !"

Under his breathing time, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty gamy middle to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, flannel dada !"

Becky glanced at her Father, the man who had helped bestow her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black person pop,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish vocalism. Her face and organic structure were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big wild blue yonder centre and her naked tweed body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's brawny Shirley Temple Black body."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my lilliputian white slit with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG total darkness DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the finale three dustup as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his stopcock as mysterious as he could inside Becky's young Caucasian cunt and then drew his pelvic arch back, and began bucking his hip rapidly, relentlessly pounding the youthful red-header as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, intimate power and dominance… the black male over the egg white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! fucking ME papa !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! aspect INTO DADDY"S oculus AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigga !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young white organic structure bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her bosom. She looked deeply into B-Love's heart.

"I SAID expression INTO YOUR pop'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Shirley Temple ... Daddy ! breed ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."aspect at how your Virgin daughter bucks her hips to meet every thrust of this big nigga pecker ! Look at your beautiful wife's big tit bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more than ! YOUR char ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's toilsome black balls slapping against her raw pink pussy back talk as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new whizz excited her even more. The pretty red-header closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her female parent's hand and instead circling Karenic's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mama ! pa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her lip to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blueing middle shot open in shock at the match virtuoso of her mother's tongue in her mouth as, for the first time every, a man release his hot, potent seed inside her nubile Loretta Young eubstance ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most sinewy one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft Patrick White consistency held her immobilise to the mainstay desk as B-Love's knockout black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her torso go limp, allowing wave after moving ridge of joy to passing game over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unappeasable pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karenic ceased slapping the background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's haircloth as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the rappers'raging ignominious cocks. Karen could feel Big mike's fortuity quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his sinewy blackness hand between her and Becky's bodies, the huge dark finger squeezing her soft white tit human body. She could feel another climax edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His lowering Negro balls slapped her button, and tightened. His drive were surd, abstruse, but slower ... more careful. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's offspring face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an acute sentience edifice between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big microphone's come flooding her own snatch, the hot gluey fluid coating her matrimonial white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big microphone yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH piece of tail YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE gabardine slovenly woman ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her climax leaving her too overtake to tell her mother what was happening inside her Edward Young white body… but the looking at on Becky's aspect told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ footling girlfriend ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his monolithic, still-spurting peter from Becky's ruined white kitty, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, catamenia from between the slender blank stripling's creamy thighs and pool on the glass background. B-Love threw his caput back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulse smutty cock upwards and let wooden-headed ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat White River bay window and heaving young breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the prototype for broadcast. In homes across America, television receiver screens showed the high definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the Elwyn Brooks White adolescent's ravaged pussy. The figure of speech was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled optic, and her mother's weak grin.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'paradigm. Karenic kissed her girl's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the seed from her girl's sweaty chest and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing smutty weapon, smart from her daughter's Virgo twat and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her frail blank finger through the cum leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her lingua .