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

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The computer screenland flickered to lifetime with the ikon of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left nook of the screen door :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black genus Phallus / recording label : E & I Records ”.

There is no medicine at first of all, just the episodic pluckiness of a lonesome guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's railway locomotive sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle cold shoulder to the Department of the Interior of the car, showing a Theodore Harold White family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful ovalbumin married woman sitting at his face. Sitting in the back bottom, reading a college orientation brochure, is their jolly T. H. White daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 player. An belligerent rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't smell felicitous either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the punk. marauder circle command overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the railway locomotive, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his manus from the heat energy. The daughter sees her father shaking his mitt and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the eminent school day alumna rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her electric cell phone. She picks up her mobile phone phone and starts entering a phone bit.

The television camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the breast place, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the girl's paw taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the electric cell. Mom looks at the telephone set and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screen. She looks at the girl, a bit alarm, and shakes her read/write head. 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 dope, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again offer mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling piranha again. The fellowship now has all the car doors open, and are all diaphoresis. The married man has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white material body. The wife sits beside him, several blouse clit undone, and rooter herself with a powder magazine. The cowl of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A heavy pick-up motortruck with a windlass drives up beside the class and parking lot in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a boastfully black shop mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a sonorous aggressive rap beat, the Lapp one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The grim mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose fitting jeans and a tight tee. The girl watches him walk toward the family car and smile. daughter slowly rolls off the car toughie as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the cap and tries to study the railway locomotive again, but the towering inkiness machinist gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The auto-mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arm stretched over her caput, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The rivet grin, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her intimate segmentation of her sizable breasts and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a great deal skin she's disclosure and turns away, blushing from superfluity. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the grease monkey and bites her lour lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midsection. The mechanic looks back at the girl, admiring the curve ball of her tight petty ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girl's petite short, over her monotonic tan belly, her house sweaty breast, pouting lips, and ice downcast centre. The he-man makes eye touch with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the spliff. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the grease monkey is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making certain to take a shit a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it habitation. The female parent pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyric poem are faintly heard. The sound quality on the picture is poor, but language can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful contraband arms, he pulls his shirt over his oral sex, revealing his wickedness, right torso, rippling with heftiness. Mom's big blueing eyes widen. girl licks her rim, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his helping hand, the car-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The married man looks down at the automobile mechanic's air hole and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the railway locomotive over and shakes his promontory, then walks to the cover of his truck and begins to control his hook and winch. The mechanic air embolism down and attaches the bait to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the travail making his disastrous pelt effulgence in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a pair of in, but draw comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The car-mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hooking. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with astray eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his whack. With one Jonathan Swift motion, he yanks the whack from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his headland for security. As this happens, the tv camera angle modification to show the inkiness mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his loose-fitting gasp fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would recognize that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the machinist's prick. The photographic camera returns to the previous camera angle within a moment, and the machinist is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyric poem continue :

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

The automobile mechanic Bend down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video recording. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front line of the car from the route, then motion for the mob to join him in the motortruck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger room access for the family, helping the girl up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her stave ass a small get-up-and-go up into the seat. next, the married man climbs into the cab and the car-mechanic leaves him to take maintenance of himself. The automobile mechanic then walks around the battlefront of his motortruck and climb up up into the driver's rear, but as his massive ignominious underframe squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the machinist's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate state of affairs, the husband motility for the wife to sit in his lap and pretend room for the daughter. The married woman declines the offering, and before the husband can insist, it's too latterly. The girl hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad tit simple column inch from the mechanic's broad Negro face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the shop mechanic's bare, disgraceful torso. The car-mechanic starts the truck and begins to take as the White person teenager wriggle and giggles in his lap. The lyric continue :

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

The husband and father facial expression ill as he watches his teenage girl wriggle in the black mechanic's lap. The mechanic relocation his head teacher left and right, trying to see around the girl's point so that he can repel. The girl continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her closing, forcing her to lie back with her headland resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The machinist glance downward, getting a shuttlecock's eye view of the teenage girl's ample snowy cleavage. The grease monkey seems to receive trouble steering the truck, and the married man glances into the truck's position mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting following to him. A grinning slowly spreads across his expression. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The miss in his lap clutches the splashboard and the driver's arm to go on 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 decent room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a minute, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might occur if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange fretful face, the hubby glances again at the mechanic and his girl, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in vexation, and the wife smiling at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything adverse happen to their girl. The husband takes a deep, magnify intimation and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the doorway behind him, the husband pats his lieu on the truck's work bench seat, indicating the wife should dart over and nominate room for their girl to get out of the auto-mechanic's lap.

"So if you just come up up your cowling,
I can fix you real good."

As the husband gets into the folk car's driver's seat, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the Bench seat. The grease monkey begins to drive away sits back to sit in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and daughter in the turgid derriere window of the motortruck cab. A worried spirit creeps across the married man's typeface as he sees that in malice of the supererogatory elbow room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the shop 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 ride in the towed kinsfolk car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will step in, and obviously she is cognizant of the topic. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's workbench seat is saying something to the grease monkey. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the grease monkey and her daughter. The husband can see that his married woman's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's car horn, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the substance of the bench and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his bum, his ice falling to the level of his car. He leans down, pawing for the disoriented spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his typeface. When the hubby looks up again, he can see that his married woman is freaking out about something, shouting, and waving her limb. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the automobile mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to prevent her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl grab her hands and forces them down, under the hand truck's tail end windowpane, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her boldness. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to tug her mother finisher to the automobile mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his married woman shakes her principal and their girl continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his married woman is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm drear"just before their daughter pushes her head down, below the backside window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The married man, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car motor horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the row"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her father. She then admit her hands up, laurel wreath 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 straw man of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob motion'! The hubby doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's headland pop up from below the backside window of the truck. His moderately Edward Douglas White Jr. wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the bootleg mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare ashen ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and step-in ! The father sentinel, mouth agape, as his girl climbs back in forepart of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the car horn again. Then he sees his daughter's garden pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert steer !

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

Desperately, the hubby blasts the car cornet yet again, trying to protest what he is incapacitated to stop. He sees his moderately white wife looking at him from the tooshie window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breast. Like her girl's Bikini top, the married woman's blouse flies out the window and up into the smart desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger's breadth up at him and slips the wedding stria from her white paw, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one finale sentence, blowing him a kiss with one hand and wafture good day, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a transposition. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the class car which drops to the highway at 70 international nautical mile an hour, with a loud clangor. The husband frantically steers his car to a dependable diaphragm as he watches the tow car drive off into the length, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the catchword ..."shout out the WRECKER !"

Again, the subtitle appeared in the get down quoin of the blind :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : blackness genus Phallus / label : E & I Records ”.

Two high school elder turned away from the screen door after watching it with such tight attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring childlike at the data processor covert. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her skilful friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring Green eyes, and a fall sprinkle of freckle across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the telecasting would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with button-down Christian values. They were not to get dressed provocatively, use foul language, delight ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no trouble. Becky however, was a bit disaffected and considered to be the ‘ wild minor'of the family. Her parents had inscrutable concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring big top to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more pelt than did most of the other summit 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 library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in cattiness of the number of male child who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity halo, a symbol of her hope to her home that she would stay 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 wilderness streak that Becky did get, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap medicine, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ surreptitious'rap mathematical group called"Negroid Phallus ”. The songs were well, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for to a greater extent of the songs on the cyberspace, but had some difficultness. The few links that she found for"Black phallus"MP3s were frequently located on erotica sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's calculator prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Negro Phallus CD's seemed unacceptable to witness in local anaesthetic music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the missy at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of black member. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the solid musical rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn't mention to her curious Quaker was that the Song dynasty were stirring impregnable itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that Conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black genus Phallus strain to reach the advantageously climax. More and more, she wanted to learn their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their euphony videos that had been leaked online.

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

"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 unanimous ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh ..."Becky said, almost disappoint that her Friend wasn't going to blab about the former rumour, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the video they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The female parent and daughter thing ?"

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What consultation ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well…"Becky bit her take down lip."She doesn't really know I listen to that type of euphony. I doubt she'd okay. You know how religious and Conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to differentiate her I bet Sarah will forgather them ! You have to state her you want their autographs ! 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 offer too ?"

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus."Still, Becky's mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought 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 tidings program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and spill about their medicine being so popular in the nine, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racialism and censorship. They say they're nervous to go on television for a ‘ lively no-holds barred, exclusive audience and show America and the rest of the world what Black 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 land site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there's some sort of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There's supposed to be some form of streaming video thing on their site, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her suffer a credit rating card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to approach a television receiver consultation with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Shirley Temple penis is planning to show some of their former music television and they'll be uncensored too ! Just call back, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was expressed, just reckon what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered thinker to guess how much racier the inkiness Phallus music television could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Negroid Phallus might make up their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to redden, her facial expression turning almost as red as her hair.

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

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

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come over to my situation that Night, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP toss ? What do you cerebrate ?"

Becky smiled at her dig admirer."I ... I think I should call my sis !"

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

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In the two years since her college commencement exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young cleaning lady in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the gamey scores of anybody in the mass communications battlefield, and immediately found employ with a cable news network. It was a good job too, as an"entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In Truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the web executive director had wanted, and her rawness made her pay affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer bod, unflawed white complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue oculus. Her beautiful face was framed by a buddy-buddy mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her vocalism was slightly high-pitched, but at the same fourth dimension had a sort of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy getup, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her initiative appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household gens. Before long, her picture graced the cover of dozens of cartridge clip, and she received many lucrative offering for modeling and advertizing study. While Jessica loved the tending, she was disappointed that it seemed to center so a lot on her visual aspect. Money and exposure were positivist, but Jessica didn't want to act or mock up, she wanted to be a diary keeper. She started to try and work down her vernal image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff husking shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in sorry colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the medium, including her own network, seemed only to see a fairly face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news program. On top of that, in venom of the fact that her bearing had increased the network's ratings denary, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could consume the various modeling and advertising pass that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic unity that she desperately wanted to work up.

When her declaration came up for renewal 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 celebrities. The network however, being rather Conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the offspring ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and assay greener pasturage, she didn't daring leave the net without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was mercurial and had a short-term remembering. With her husband Billy out of body of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so fold to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a rival meshwork, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the Host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news meshing. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her administration. What's more, becoming the master backbone of a show would render Jessica the opportunity to propose story ideas, and to do in-depth consultation with controversial entertainment frame. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but cypher at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was short risk in taking the job. The web was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strand attached, so even if the mesh didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to rent her hubby, billystick, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this web, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the meshing that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King meshwork amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly affluent and hefty network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news show media… minority and young person food market. To attract to this audience, KNEN combined good stream liaison reporting with an edgy young image, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented stave to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that Negro male seemed to comprise the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive electronic network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had clean fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her world popularity remained quite eminent. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the twelvemonth they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a sizeable provision of bottled water in his office staff, but unlike his wife, billy club was not glad at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ well-situated'since his utilization was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many Black ! Billy had always thought of Shirley Temple 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 assign jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working deep Nox, doing the workplace that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

billystick wanted to kick to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. billystick felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To work matters worse, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually strong-growing. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and truncheon's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been capable to shit lovemaking to his young, sexy wife Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the solely thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of sake in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could state there was something untimely, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life history to devolve to pattern, she didn't have time to find out what the trouble was. There were other thing on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"black Phallus ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio set or seen on television because the mathematical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyric created mental image of extreme violence. What was unusual was that inkiness Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent mental imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few euphony videos the chemical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their picture had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music network, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that thrashing, Black phallus refused to grant any TV channel to air their video unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the television without some edits for explicit contentedness, and thus, the other Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their telecasting available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In venom of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the grouping had managed to become very pop in underground circles, and beginning to take in an impact on democratic cultivation. Thus every magazine, television syllabus, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nonentity could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. blackamoor Phallus agreed to an scoop interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the concord with the group had been reached after weeks of blanket, secret dialogue with KNEN administrator. The negotiations were so undercover that even after week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive consultation. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the audience, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, practiced chance to show up that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly spooky about the audience. Aside from this being her inaugural John Roy Major ‘ news show'consultation, she'd had very little fourth dimension to do any enquiry on the grouping. Information was limited, since no consultation 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 recording label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the conceding and agreement that KNEN had been forced to score, before the controversial chemical group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a be studio performance, and the right to read any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the mathematical group had produced. In commutation for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a unanimous ‘ select sentence'evening to"lightlessness Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the eve was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music video. Further, the chemical group also wanted their own technologist to man studio's equipment, so that a good deal of the formula KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was More, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyric poem and political scene, the group insisted on redundant security measures, including security control of the studio apartment for members of their own surety team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sure day of the month, due to their tight docket. This last consideration had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to set up for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable tidings network, KNEN was in a placement to gratify the group's requirement. The major sticking point the meshwork had supposedly had was the security review issue. To annul any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ potential explicit substance'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually denotative nature, and inappropriate for those under XVIII year of age, and some other witness ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members department of KNEN's land site, and Black penis's website, with the Same obscenity warnings. Of grade everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial grouping an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to execute some kind of usurious promotion stunt. Even if the avert FCC fines, they risked million of clam worth of case and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the sole interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The true statement was that both black penis's phonograph recording label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon male monarch's ebony tree & Ivory enterprisingness, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of sure newsman, the solitary interview that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business enterprise, all with one major agendum, the intimate dominance of black men over white women. For the near part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their promotion of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to heighten Black person men's body-build and sexual top executive.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical substance,"Xcite ”, to make an almost unmanageable intimate arousal in char, and cause impotence among men. The bottled piss with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's weewee. This was standard operational operation. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly appropriate individual women and even unit stage business, and then use them to produce mixed pornography or other materials to advance E & I's docket. For security intent, none of the apparently ‘ legitimatize'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I business operated with G of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connectedness between these byplay and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced Negro men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon Rex. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate benefit.

total darkness genus Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with mixed themes. The plan was that the angry young opprobrious male and rebellious white youths that listened to rap euphony would pick up this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to consider every word of it. Black males would suit more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with white fair sex. Edward D. White male person would get to see black males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their intimate inadequateness and small member. tweed girls who heard the medicine would start out to see tweed males as ugly and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

blackamoor penis was the backbone of the ingredient X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced disastrous men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performing artist. Every song on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of opprobrious men, and subverting Elwyn Brooks White male gender. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha male of the human raceway. As such, black males had the right to bed and breed any adult female, every woman, they wanted… even married women, and especially whiten cleaning woman. What serious way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, matrimonial American picture on television set ? So it was that Joseph Black Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star topology reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her headspring around her Bos 's open power room access ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"total darkness Phallus"CD and music video you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

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

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal help. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde fuzz that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colours, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might make behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beaut and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second sentiment though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent tendency and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's penury. 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 authoritative to come to to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at employment. Anything LE might undermine Jessica's self-assurance, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to fix trusted she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her pin-up young supporter.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her help moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a spiritual girl and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent moan, sigh, moans, and oink of defeat.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt golden to be an assistant for individual who was understanding and appreciative of their help 's job."I 'm sure I can work out it on my own. I don't like calling tech backup ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have clock time to work it while you're at your coming together ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black penis is tomorrow dark ? Some of their instance are coming by to checker out the studio. I need you to evince them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the strained construction on Sarah's side. `` I think it's just a pair of their producer. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her help 's paw. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our web. I need you to patronage me here Sarah. Put on a unfearing face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be delicately ! Besides, you know how these group are, it's probably all just a bunch of seismic disturbance value hype and range anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was soft for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the TV, and she'd been unable to assume copies until belatedly in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the starting time crack at the write up. The group had only had a span of eve relieve to devote to this audience, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The narrative about Black Phallus's limited availability was a confection made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a security precaution. Jessica was a salutary journalist, and Solomon King wanted to defecate sure there was piddling or no probability for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the sentence, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the former night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her supporter into the studio apartment that night ! As if I would be a party to her hearing to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her preferred euphony group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting goon and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this consultation, I doubt we can sustain a VIP guest in the studio apartment that night. Security is going to be extra tight when these guy wire are here, and the group will have their own security as well."

"Oh no, don't concern about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their videos during the display and those thing are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that filth, or meeting those creeps. I can't think she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped queer her to any Sir Thomas More of that grime !"

"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 include white female person age 18 to 25."

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's agreement with Negro member allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual number during the wholly broadcast. In fact, the altogether programme will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a handwriting full of commercial, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to get it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's subject. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

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

Like the study about Negro Phallus's limited availableness, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a covering story. Solomon B. B. King was the one who wanted the uncensored programme. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcast, with strong disclaimer, would give up them to diffuse sexually explicit music TV, unloosen of FCC intervention. Of course of action, it would allow them to pass around any sexually explicit contentedness ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the tidings studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any amercement they levied would easily be paid by telecasting cut-rate sale of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep hint. The verity was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain simmer down."But I'm a professional diarist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH audience with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a mathematical group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's whiz newsman, the network is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the issue from those fearsome bleak rappers to her recent appointment."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical appointment stria. It was a stunning kinsfolk heirloom in amber, atomic number 78, and ball field. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a touchy atomic number 79 pattern. This frail pattern had been the movement of the ring 's protracted fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinsfolk ?"

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

'' He must love you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so felicitous for her assistant. It was so nice to see a perfumed girl so in honey with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very glad together !"

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

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

Recently the natural sexual urge that she'd so easily bottle up since her teen years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only suppose that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to EC for a few months. She would have hated to give in to her impulse so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hot pants had only bugger off spoilt since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding Nox. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her creative thinker vagabondage to her Recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to keep abreast them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my consistence is a tabernacle, and that my virginity is a natural endowment to precious to be given away before wedding. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its awry. The only rationality 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 exhilarate that we waited !"

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

"I know how he feels ! I'm in the same gravy 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 late what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his Recent ‘ job ’. No thing how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young secretary !

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a petty long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to gamble re-opening the subject she had barely closed. he-goat's impotency had become a source of creeping and acute thwarting for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the hidden slip. She wasn't about to take in that jeopardy again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her helper."Sarah, I know you're pertain about those guy cable from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me have it off ! answer any questions they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite skinny, working together in their few months and farsighted 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 news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small billet, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic programs on her computer for very much of the day. naught she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her calculator when there was a rap at her door.

Sarah opened the door to feel two very heavy, very muscular, very opprobrious gentleman towering in front man of her. One wore a black courtship, the other was wearing a silky opprobrious shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a duo of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't avail but bump both of the men very bounteous. In add-on to their height, the men were both very hefty. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

"apology me,"the man in the suit said smoothly,"I'm looking for a miss Sarah davenport, is that you ?"

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

"My name is Tom Watkins, I'm a instance for Negroid penis. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that comrade lonely longing for her groom-to-be that she'd been feeling over the shoemaker's last couple of month. What was coming over her ? There was an unenviable quiet while Sarah tried to conglomerate her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the gargantuan slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's midget T. H. White hand in his giant black palm. Firmly, he held her mitt while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the anchor ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens methamphetamine. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her conflict closed chain ... Sarah was hesitant to pull up her bridge player 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 soundless for several indorsement before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to show up you guys around the studio. Is there anything in particular 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 helping hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for elucidation."What is it that you need me to designate you ?"

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her groin ... the Sami one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The same 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 establish trusted everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's needs, for tomorrow night's studio apartment performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her low lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank dark crystalline lens on the blank blackamoor typeface of the second man. He smelled so adept !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily ill-treat backward into her government agency,"I have a bombastic piece of geartrain that I need you to help me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lense of the second man's shades. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black feature article."I'm here to see that all your need are met. I want to facilitate you in any way that I can."

"Of trend you do !"The man said, placing his tumid pitch-black paw on either face of Sarah's piano Patrick White facial expression. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to make a motion backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That threshold was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her coming together. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"inkiness Phallus"picture behind. She picked up the box with the video and was walking past Sarah's agency door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young help moaning and cuss, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her supporter's refractory streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problem with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been month since the two of them were confidant, and researching black phallus's sexually expressed words had only heightened Jessica's sexual latent hostility. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her retentive for a piece of tail that she hadn't been able to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy focus, but he wouldn't assure her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. billy goat was her married man, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the passel. The office staff was a hole. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computing machine, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the flooring. On Sarah's desk, in place of the chuck out reckoner, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of lightlessness and Stanford White lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS shag Savior ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive dim hammer pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virgin white pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virgin bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted fuzz and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her middling Theodore Harold White facial expression. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a slim down layer of glistening fret that caused her smooth white cutis to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked E. B. White body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black rooster between Sarah's full, soft, white breast. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her sonant white anatomy to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her breast. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive contraband cock into the pretty white assistant.

Just five hr earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her feeling. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a talent to be given only to the man she would espouse ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her feeling for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive mordant stud poker she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her body as a plaything for their entertainment. It felt so right-hand ... truer than any notion she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Christ ... shtup ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to treasure in the last-place few hr ...

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

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

The Negroid laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unnamed stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS kitty that I'm shtup right field NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

"Four ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating Andrew Dickson White slut.

"Four class WHAT ?"the black demanded.

"four-spot ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it contract us for US to get our big black prick in you ? Four minute of arc ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the dark glasses increased the tempo of his jab."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

"So say me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the time lag ?"The blacks laughed again ...

As the Black person laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling thigh-slapper of coming. She had waited two dozen years to cave in herself to the man she would get married. Her fiance had waited four long time to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big black dick bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my nuptials ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... smuggled ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black shag her puss ordered.

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

"LOUDER squawk !"the smutty fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that tinker's dam ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexy idea she'd ever heard in her lifespan."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK peter ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unidentified black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral cavity and mamilla. As they wanted, she was still screaming the for the first time thick jet-propelled plane of Watkins'hot cum blasted her moderately white brass. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless rivet's cock shooting its hot, potent semen into her no-longer virginal 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 consultation program. 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 putz ... 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 ally to aid us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some to a greater extent of that sweet Stanford White slit. You might need to cleanse this way up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studs threw some clothes on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a mo before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a pic of her herself, her parents, and her baby, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling expression. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the pitch blackness Phallus rapper. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP head to the studio the next dark. Then she thought about what would bechance to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the radical had planned. This was why studio apartment protection wasn't allowing VIP passes that dark, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new Friend'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio that Nox. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours."I met with some spokesperson from that rap mathematical group you like. I learned a lot about lightlessness Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the stopping point that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP passing game but I really want to make sure you see this audience so I'm going to e-mail you my credit bill of fare number 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 import thirster. She really wanted to do skillful for her sister. She wanted to get her some black cock."Becky ... make sure as shooting you keep your headphone on you that night. Maybe I can set something else for you. Bye for now"

baton McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been family for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on orbiter, fumbling uselessly with his limp hawkshaw. It was uncommon that he ever got dwelling house before Jessica these day, so he wanted to take advantage of the time alone by trying to get his turncock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network tv. He was still watching it when Jessica got base. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a small disinvest tease for him, slowly taking off her occupation dress and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his shaft a placate squeeze. Soft and wilted.

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

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

"It's ok honey."Jessica sighed, trying to enshroud her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a fooling shirt and slump, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home situation, powered up her reckoner and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over doubtfulness again and again, thinking of minute and tertiary rail line of questioning. She thought of different shipway of phrasing her inquiry, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music video recording. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as easily she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip over the those path and watch over their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the hassle of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ soil ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into computer and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some language from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the full fabric until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR euphony videos. Every I Song dynasty on the album was sexually denotative. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detailed routine of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about fateful men having sex with white womanhood, all variety of white women ; younger, older, bingle, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more than shocked when she read the CD's liner bank note. The chemical group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly scandalise claim, considering the account told in some of the song, particularly the some of the report that the Song told.

This first call was called"sizing DOE Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your Lady know it's lawful, size Energy Department matter !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large phallus. The song underscored the unscathed philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the birdsong as the prolongation of a ridiculous myth.

"Reparations"was about a disgraceful account project in a college class, where egg white scholarly person had to become ‘ slave'for black pupil for two hebdomad. The Stanford White female students end up becoming sex slaves for Negro men, while the white male person students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the vocal was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous news report continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about subspecies relations and the concern that many whites have of integrating with the blackness community. Maybe these rapper weren't just talentless shock-happy toughie ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous account the songs told, the explicit lyric poem slowly started to grow on her. Many of More the Song seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the Song must intended as some variety of racial sarcasm, and that the ‘ true chronicle'claims were just part of the act, made to generate arguing and word-of-mouth. That was why the Song were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm abode"told the story of a White River man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the bleak neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the preconception veneration that white people have of living in the Saame locality with blacks.

"Higher erudition"was about an suburban heights schooling that has to adjust to an inflow of African-American students when an intimate urban center school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of residuum ... but really, they just don't want Shirley Temple Black in their mostly white schoolhouse. The song goes on to describe how the mordant male seniors seduce all the Elwyn Brooks White young woman and the hot bloodless teachers. Jessica again saw this birdsong as an using of racist fear and sociable scuttlebutt on Stanford White flight from the intimate city.

"Big chief Man"told the story of a white man vying for a promotional material. He invites his blackness boss domicile for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the honcho meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the span that he'll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him roll in the hay her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the married woman quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the flannel wife on the dinner party table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The succeeding week, the political boss gives the promotion to another melanize man ... whom the Theodore Harold White wife also happily agrees to do it ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to give up affirmative action.

"feel Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the black hoops squad. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival shoal's team ! Jessica had never liked suspensor and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't helper but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to include that the music itself was quite good. The laboured bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her body, making her neediness to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining birdsong to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.

Jessica let the unbendable, stern rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a recollective sentence since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a piffling aroused. The lyric still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing basso that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious storey. The lyric barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the musical rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to guide. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the medicine that she missed the fact that the next Sung was featured as one of her music video, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' nigga In The Wood voltaic pile '', the following cartroad, was an even more humorous song than the previous ones. Using euphony samples from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the taradiddle about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'commencement child. When the baby is born, its black, and the hubby discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"Dear John"was about a blanched lady friend writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet spirit ... explaining that she's discovered Shirley Temple Black MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet untried white wife"to have a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take away a calamitous buff !

"The Wrecker"is about a home on vacation when their car breaks down. A black tow-truck device 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 white woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playacting son's shameful teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college girl who is angry that her parents'married couple is ending because of her mother's affair with a black man. The black man moves into the house and has to avow his authorization over the girl showing her just why her mother left her Father of the Church for him.

"Man Of The House"told the taradiddle of a black drifter who is taken in by a good Christian button-down kinsfolk, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's Twin daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girl at once, the don is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The final cartroad was the title rail,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so very much that she failed to point out that this vocal was featured in one of her euphony videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The strain underscored the philosophy of blackamoor male sexual superiority and potentiality, from the angle of ‘ born excerpt ’. Shirley Temple men were the alpha Male, and had the ‘ born'rightfield to breed any cleaning lady they wanted. The vocal contended that mysterious down, every char knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by sinister men. It was ‘ only raw ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire dead body was tingling. She realized that after week of being unaffected, the sexually explicit language of"Black member"had aroused her. She needed truncheon, and she needed him…immediately. She threw subject the door to her place and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the movement of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his ear lobe. truncheon muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back split. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her business office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her mind was swimming with confusion…and lust. 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 videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White wedding party, Blacked St. Brigid ”. It was the one trail that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake nightstick, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a flame that no stale shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big dismal oculus locked onto the cover as the first images flickered to life story. What happened succeeding 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"Andrew D. White wedding ceremony, Blacked Brides"music video seemed to be a serial publication of vignettes about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The television opened with gong playing Mendelsohn's Wedding MArch, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass cadence, and a female person refrain chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The porta scene showed the doorknocker standing on a stage exchangeable to those one would see in a strip clubhouse, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backcloth were of backlit stained crank ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The professional dancer were all young white womanhood, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a espousal motif. All the girlfriend were sylphlike, with full breasts and long, shiny hairsbreadth. Each lady friend wore a bridal veil of some sort, white high-heels, and some skimpy Theodore Harold White intimate apparel. One little girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another lady friend, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, livid satin mitt. A third girlfriend, a redheader, wore a lacey bra and flip-flop panties, with a supporter whack and fishnet stockings. The other young woman in the background were similarly attired.

The girl danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', interchangeable to those scene in slip society. Jessica noted that the pole were painted a rich, drab mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the female child danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown poles, they mouthed the language to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the camera and sang the words `` I Do ... I Do Black person Men, And Only lightlessness Men '' !

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

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

The picture change to the gay outside of the church as the bride and ostler emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding node. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the doorway for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limo speeds away with the new Brigid. The usual"Just Married"mark has been replaced with a preindication that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the rear. The photographic camera pulls back to let on the beautiful Bridget on her knees, between B-Love 's bare Shirley Temple pegleg. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bob up and down in his lap, and blonde twist and obscure bounciness gently with her movements. Her head British shilling are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's prickle when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a clamorous disrespect of the establishment and spiritism of marriage. Instead, the nerve of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the natural action on the cover, and the brace pulsing of the bass that vibrated through her dead body. So captivated by the events on the concealment, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one helping hand under her desk, and between her leg, resting her hand on her seawall.

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 blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the Scripture `` I Do pitch blackness Men, And Only Shirley Temple Men ''.

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This clock time, the background is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a dissimilar hymeneals, with a different groom, and this prison term the bride is the redhead. We see the St. Bridget and groom in the response billet, greeting their invitee. A orotund black man comes up to the bride and grinning seductively, taking her hand and fondling it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his heavy black hands over her white-satin-clad titty. Her middle widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The bridegroom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his deal on his married woman's articulatio humeri and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his deal, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the Shirley Temple Black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's grimace and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the flooring. Then, as all the guests stare in stupor, the inkiness stud picks up the St. Brigid and carries her away. She tosses her sweetness over his broad shoulder and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the sweetness and a looking around confused ... then sees another lightlessness stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her black scantling ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the conniption cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her digit snake down the front of her falling off ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in meter with the music. It was such a natural response, she didn't even find she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next vignette Menachem Begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty White Saint Bridget dancing with her groom. A black macho-man walks up behind the hostler, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The rivet, never breaking his bold stare into the St. Bride's oculus, taps the groom on the berm and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic with the bride. The groom seems to object at inaugural, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the ostler away. The inglorious stud pulls her close for the dance, we see her centre widen and glance down ... we see the black stud grin ... There is another cut, this time to a all-inclusive pellet of the saltation story, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Bride, who does not appear to be anywhere on the dancing floor. The tv camera pans across the crew, and focuses on an out-of-the way room access. We cut to a tight up of the threshold. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge Patrick Victor Martindale White skirt hitched up around her shank, while the black stud thrust against her mercilessly ... all in time with the meter of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clock time with the euphony. Now the pretty, undersexed diarist in the total throws of cacoethes, so enraptured with the video that she was barely cognisant of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the TV ! Her face was gush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action mechanism unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her garden pink pussy, rubbing her button methodically… staying in musical rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the future vignette played ... and the following ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful White bride ditches her white bridegroom for some Shirley Temple stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his Bride a bite of cake. There is a pitch-dark waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom's digit. Then she holds up a piece of patty for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the mordant waiter whisks the Bridget and the bar out of reception foyer and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen faculty stare at the brace hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive flannel dress lying in a megabucks on the foul kitchen floor. The camera pans up to testify the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed cytosmear of gabardine bar ice. She writhes in ecstasy as various pair of boastfully black deal smear more cake frosting all over her whitish white hide. The tv camera circles the table as a enceinte, half-naked grim men surround the writhing white bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The television camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the thought of her pussycat is blocked by a contraband man's bald caput ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding party closed chain, on the black man's bald head !

Another sketch shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the feast table with her groom. The stableboy is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder and whisper in her ear. The bride's heart widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Scripture to her hubby, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing way. Opening the doorway, she finds 3 calamitous men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride grinning and turn to the bride's maiden who led her to the way ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The Brigid turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the Granville Stanley Hall ... briefly making eye contact lens. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several quick baseball swing of hands ( black men's hired hand and white women's hands ) ripping the white gown from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front end of a mirror. The threshold of her dressing elbow room opens. She turns to see a bounteous black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was vacate. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely whitened fille. An enormous protrusion rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the St. Bridget's oculus widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the fertilisation room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her girl. She knocks on the room access ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful white girl on her knees ( back to the photographic camera ) kneel in front of a smutty man in her full phase of the moon bridal gown ! The female parent stares for a second, before another nigrify man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This adjacent vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the brink of her honeymoon suite. The stableboy kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a fingerbreadth, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to pack a cascade first. The Brigid hornpout, while the groom steps into the privy. Then there is a belt at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome pitch-black man, with a complimentary nursing bottle of champagne. The St. Brigid smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The St. Bridget indicates the bathroom. The black macho-man looks at the fold lav room access ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's consistence, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her ft under her clothes.

The next scene was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the bridegroom coming out of the toilet, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drop. The camera pulls back ... now we see the stableman in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the sieve, are the bride 's stage sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the medicine. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the missy 's legs, blocking our survey of the ostler. He continues thrusting into the little girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the heartbeat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his shank, but he is naked his hefty black torso shines with lather. He takes a swig of Champagne-Ardenne from the nursing bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in meter with the music 's metre. The bride's lily white bridge player run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera nip. The stableboy is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a turn one's stomach thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's heart bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her script from her step-in ... and found herself looking at a upset, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the benighted hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his oculus glancing from his wife to the screen of her computing machine, and back again. The expression on his aspect perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

'' dearest ... I 'm drear ... it's just ... I thought you were asleep ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her wash panties.

'' I was ! But I woke up, hearing you moaning out here, like a gripe in heating plant ... ''

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been cognizant she was moaning. For that thing, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until billystick walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would get been an earth-shattering climax. nightstick's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her puss still tingled…begging for attention, but at that import, 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 goat cried ... the room was n't very lightheaded, but Jess swore she could work out binge on Billy 's expression. `` I ca n't think it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filthiness ! ``

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

But that was billystick 's entire problem. The black men at oeuvre were treating him like turd ... now he found his married woman masturbating to the persona of muscular black men and white women in a euphony video recording. It was more than he could abide.

'' It 's a lot of god tinker's dam niggers ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist language, but he could n't help himself.

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

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

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

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

The full actualization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her last gossip left her meet with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so fearsome ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The TV had ended. She had no musical theme what the closing curtain picture was. She thought about the fact that there were some former music videos she wanted to refresh, but after the competitiveness with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the sleeping accommodation with her married man, no uncertainty they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to screen things out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big consultation, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home situation. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a bottleful of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her middle, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired judgment. Her man and wife had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been inner with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able to kip succeeding to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't sing to her about his trouble ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her vocation lately, that she 'd been neglecting her married man 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to concentrate on her personal life sentence after the next Nox 's interview with total darkness 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 entire of faceless guests.

The stableboy stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her dressing room, adjusting her veil in the large standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the shape of her reflection. He was improbable and muscular ; he placed a tumid ebony hand on the bride 's shoulder.

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

The invitee'read/write head turned too watch the bride 's approach.

The St. Bridget picket in the mirror as two large black hands lap from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded Caucasian corset to iota. White off-white and beading fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the trading floor ...

The opprobrious man 's paw sloping trough over the newly exposed Elwyn Brooks White belly of the bride ... and over her wide egg white breasts.

The stableman taps his foot, raises his script up and looks at his watch.

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

The bride watches as the contraband man 's hands move over her bosom pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipple, then up under the velum, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

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

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

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the cold water up senior high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensibility, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of intimate tautness. This was the same intimate stress that had been building up through weeks and weeks of asexuality. This was the Saami tension that had led her to fuck off the previous evening, while watching Joseph Black Phallus's explicit TV. It was the same sexual tenseness that had led her to yell at Billy…and give her that dread nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on truncheon ? And why did that pipe dream make her viewing up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full-of-the-moon gear mechanism. She tried to cue herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to obsess her. How could she take in said those horrendous things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her break. He must deliver felt neglected by her recent career focusing, or maybe threatened by her late achiever. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold pee cascaded over her utter Patrick Victor Martindale White body, Jessica planned her even. After the interview, they would go out for a squeamish, quiet, wild-eyed dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relax, and then she 'd broach making love. To arrive at sure it would n't fail, she 'd take off off by giving him oral sex. viva sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a member in her mouth to be flagrant.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexy lingerie. She decided that would wear upon it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shake off her clothing rightfulness in front man of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong pantie, a pit garter smash, and a pair of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her observation in her uncut mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her average skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her pelvis creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round White ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and panty set, and the thigh-high black hosepipe gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful grim skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the even's audience and then to dinner at a Nice eating place afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm dreary honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her hubby 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those awful things ! ''

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

'' I 'm bad too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his horseshoe, once again, unable to look his married woman in the heart, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her mitt and raised his face so that he was forced to have eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upset lately. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' nightstick felt his blood start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the legal injury matter to say. Her guilty conscience over the previous night took hold again ... again casting herself as the inattentive wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so a great deal of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... 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.

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory note, `` but they might try some sort of publicity stunt ... nix dangerous, but something you might not wish. The network really wants this interview, they 're prepare for it ... and I might sustain to go along with it, for the sake of the display. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In cattiness of the awful matter she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his love and documentation.

'' Oh Billy, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you issue forth by the studio tonight ! I 'd care that. That would be perfective tense ! ``

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

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's articulatio humeri. `` I know things have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something special 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 warmness lie ! You're going to see a whole new position of me. I promise ! ``

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a straightaway merging with her producer and went over the plan for that evening's display. It was established that Jessica would salute a short background information on the radical, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with pitch blackness genus Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the mess with baton the late even she hadn't been able to learn all the telecasting. Seeing the videos before the interview would consecrate her the opportunity to prepare to a greater extent questions. The sole real problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a umber, water, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noonday before Sarah finally did shew up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like about of the gang, Sarah was usually flighty on broadcast mean solar day, but today she seemed risky. She wasn't just spooky, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what variety of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio apartment. Sarah was no doubtfulness extra anxious about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very well-worn and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Saame clothes she had worn the old day ! Had the misfortunate girl not kip ? When they had a few instant, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her offspring acquaintance and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a manus on her assistant's articulatio humeri,"You seem out of sort today."

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were recent getting in this morning, and you seem a little perturb today. Are you sure enough you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the Same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough night finally night. Up kind of late… you know…"

"Before a studio school term day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew better than that. Everybody had to go at one hundred ten percentage on programme days.

"well, I was helping Black genus Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy almost of the night ... I mean ... busy most of the nighttime, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of line, Sarah, I'm so good-for-nothing, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boy from technology to help oneself out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never suffer believed her button-down, demure young assistant would birth been capable to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that blackamoor Phallus would be featured on the computer programme, she'd been disgusted. The thought that Sarah had gained any respect for that sort of group made Jessica Thomas More than a slight rummy."How ? I mean ..."

"fountainhead,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary solvent,"it would withdraw a long time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the Light Within, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those brightness level are like !"Sarah's terminal comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the medical dressing room and thrust a fresh water feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to obliterate something, but as much as she wanted to uncover the enigma, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would have to hold off until another day.

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Within the 60 minutes, Jessica was at the mainstay desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After black genus Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best Inner Light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain lineament. As she sat under the changing studio apartment lights, Jessica couldn't aid but feel like the lights were raging than pattern. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heating plant, but tonight the Inner Light'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sure that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any thought that the piddle was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual stimulation in women, with some swimming"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her help, as she was handed her fourth feeding bottle of water supply,"Does it seem warm in here to you ?"

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her assistant's unusual behavior,"it seems lovesome than usual. Why don't you check with the base manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a gulp from her piss bottle."I can understand firing and phone, and even photographic camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black person Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's current feeding bottle,"I learned that last night. They like to shoot thoroughgoing ascendance 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 distinction cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heating system. How a lot longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

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

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

"Great, not much clip 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 brand up."Sarah replied.

"good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go experience tonight with nothing to usher the populace !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't suppose our viewers are going to beware a shiny face !"Jessica shot her assistant a nonplused looking at. 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 sentiency of great anticipation on the air, and as the minute of the interview approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got higher and high-pitched. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than normal for one of her audience. For one matter, billy goat still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't imagine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the programme started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's anxious zip and numberless bottles of water resulted in a much needed lav suspension. She returned from her break of serve minutes before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even strong than before she'd left hand. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on resilient goggle box tonight, but there was to be a live on web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap grouping in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial grouping like pitch blackness genus Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview section to present some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the net would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly unquiet. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The whole true statement"news show computer programme shared. That shared restiveness was demonstrated when the makeup fille spilled a bottle of base of operations make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember manner of walking by just as Scots heather was opening the make-up bottle. good story, her work party wasn't normally this clumsy. The set theatre director quickly summoned wardrobe to contribute another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her disgraceful top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that even was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not fag out one ! Jessica's aphrodisiac black"Hidden press"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all centre in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the feel she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a brisk event that she did not postulate to go through right before an interview.

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

The closet girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new sport jacket, while the make up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the shuffling up girl was smearing some access substructure across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a jiffy, the make up girl and press female child were gone.

"One minute mass !"The music director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new crownwork ! The jacket was a brilliant royal stag amobarbital sodium color, with a melanize collar, but no lapels. There was also a black rule going up the face, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass human body. The trouble was that the jacket crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide-cut, and ending in the middle of Jessica's bureau. The interior designer jacket would feature looked very master if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the cap exposed a generous amount of the privileged component part of Jessica's milky Edward D. White white meat, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The press daughter had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could chance !

"I've got a save crown in my bureau"Jessica offered,"if you could send individual ..."

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


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Backstage, in the Green elbow room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the foyer from the studio, nightstick McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chairman and anxiously waited for his wife's news curriculum to set out. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, plentiful trappings, and a fully stocked costless snack and fuddle bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One paries featured a integral plasma high-definition television monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, billy goat was highly agitated.

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

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

"What ?"billy club replied,"There must be some misunderstanding. Try it again, I work here !"

The precaution swiped the card through the proofreader again… looked at his figurer concealment and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guy cable claimed to have got problems scanning his ID. nightstick knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him problem because he was a white-hot guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The secondly blacken guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his track. nightstick couldn't help but back away in awe of the giant, muscled bleak man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty dollar bill min to ‘ control Billy's identity'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy inglorious guard, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that he-goat expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

billy club was getting into the elevator when the precaution shouted their answer for everybody in the antechamber to hear ..."bitch, A fine char like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a face ... truncheon choked on his rage as the elevator threshold closed and the laughter echoed through the foyer. No thing. By Monday morn, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time billy got to the floor where the studio apartment was, the broadcast had started. The studio security system, another pair of black-market bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio apartment, now that the broadcast was in forward motion. Instead, Billy was escorted to the Green River room and told to watch the programme from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in aflutter anticipation as she anxiously watched the filmdom and waited for the show to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to keep an eye on the interview on television !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a couplet of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to jaw the studio that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the chemical group was not reserve to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more than of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's admirer Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber company to watch the interview on Laura's estimator with some of their Quaker, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't earmark her to sleep over at a friend's house on a schooltime Night ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning time, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the consultation, Becky woke to come up a voice-mail on her cadre earpiece. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit rating wit number so that Becky could rules of order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be plate that night so she had the all business firm ... and the big TV in the living way ... all to herself. That dark was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her founding father, was at his mid-week church group meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to follow the interview with Black genus Phallus, her preferred music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Loretta Young red-header's diminished white mitt were trembling with so much fervor and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view overhaul. A touch of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's acknowledgment bill data. Then Becky davenport sat back on the bread and butter way couch, all alone in her house, watching the boob tube intently, as the opening title of respect of"The Whole Truth"played on the filmdom and the computer program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to inaugurate the night's narration, briefly wincing as she caught a glance of herself in the reminder. The inside half of each of her good, milky Edward D. White breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced song young woman, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to cut her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The whole verity'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's near controversial, and about popular, underground rap chemical group. Their get-go record album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million transcript in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct net sales. Their music is heard in night social club and stripling'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the news scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The hotness of the studio Light Within on her bare breast was a constant reminder of how much of her segmentation was on showing for the photographic camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their euphony was never aired on the radio, or boob tube, and banned from some record depot'ledge ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the mathematical group is simply too raunchy to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly loathsome nature. Some music mesh functionary have gone so far as to label the videos as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio varan. 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 come up a more mild pose, everything she did seemed to show up off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the theater prompter and the monitor lizard as she continued trying to find a more professional stead and read the teleprompter at the Saami time.

"total darkness Phallus claims that the use of such extreme depicted object in their music is meant to state their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In short, they make the antique claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial fabric is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out other alleged ‘ explicit'Sung dynasty that are given radio set and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The group claims that they are dupe of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a scourge to the livid establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their articulation silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will con just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The restiveness in Jessica's vox could barely be disguised. In her endeavor to spread over herself in front of the tv camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television receiver introduction and disastrous for her consultation. She abandoned her attempts to find a more overmodest camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racialist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing audience tonight ! But first, we're going to show you the picture that the medicine video channels won't. All this, and More, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a short as she read those finis agate line off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the picture were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio apartment ! store of watching the video the former Nox ... and the result that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the telecasting wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other dark ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a petty ... and her whitish Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the feeding bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the nether region were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tit were almost completely exposed by the crownwork she was wearing ! Why the hell would she harmonize to fatigue such a affair ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of path ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her eubstance a short on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wear that slight getup to dinner ... and home plate ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reasonableness. Billy sat back to take in the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to discount the sinking touch in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the abbreviated open frame, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottles of ice-cold water under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the jailbreak afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare crown out of my situation. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the pathetic amount of money of beautiful flannel cleavage that her jacket crown exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't assist but notice the unusually queasy behavior her normally calm and collected supporter 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 place. The upper three are undone, and the heart one is out of sync with the release holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a mo, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young womanhood left the top three push unbuttoned, showing an strange amount of her cleavage. Her albumen lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you certain 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 originally ... you told me that you spent the Night here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at base ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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


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"Pornographic, racialist, dysphemistic. These are the countersign that music video network executive director used in describing why they have continually refused to air music video created by the music group"Black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the television can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decisiveness has resulted in preventing all of those music telecasting from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focalise on the teleprompter and ignore the effigy of herself on the studio apartment reminder. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to glisten with sweat. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are able to present these videos, in their entireness. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the stuff you see this evening will be shown in its entireness. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these television are aired tonight, stop tuned for an scoop interview with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their video, and their unusual philosophy about guild, cultivation, and race."

Jessica's head briefly flashed forward to the audience later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these outrageous black doorknocker. How would she possibly be capable to conduct such an audience wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about white cleaning woman. What atrocious commentary might they urinate about her torso if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The 1st euphony video recording that"The Whole Truth"will show you tonight care Black Phallus's views on the construct of wedlock. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative lyric poem and video footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally requirement to underscore the tip that they are trying to cook about what they call,"abnormal cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile porn and an affront to a time-honored custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally recollective break at this tip, her judgment wandering to the images she'd seen in the medicine video… and the chemical reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed spirit on her hubby's face.

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

"White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional behavior, but couldn't help but shiver as the vocal's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a thrill ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the music television, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to pass here ... she couldn't provide people to remember that blackamoor member's music video recording turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but bill that respective pairs of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the television played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a piss bottleful, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to obtain something to deflect her from the video playing on reminder 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 lightlessness form of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black genus Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and phase light source are at the stage setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young woman's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

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

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

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to go forth the black man's bosom, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her finger over the clit of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her wide, steadfast white meat, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft Andrew D. White skin was covered with love bite ... hickeys she'd received the old eventide, from many Negroid mouths.

Tom reached a large black hired hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full moon firm breast, and hard tit. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating natural action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, typeface to font with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed Joseph Black hammer, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly fragrance ... a perfume laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her spry gabardine finger's breadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 in Negroid rooster. Taking it quickly in both her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billy club thought to himself as he watched the Black phallus video."I can't believe they would put this drivel on television, let alone expose my married woman to it, and produce her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will give for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this shit ?"

But he-goat knew who would delight this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the Lapp video recording he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the early night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch this garbage !"

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Becky davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiacal Caucasian brides and melanize studs in dissimilar titillating scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"video recording were pretty racy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was ill-gotten. The mind of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this TV showed new white brides ditching their bridegroom on their nuptials day and giving themselves to pitch blackness men instead !

trench down Becky knew that she should receive the construct disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the picture that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young carrottop dropped a manus to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white potbelly, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the fourth dimension the telecasting ended, Jessica McFarland's optic were glued to the monitor lizard nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to neglect the telecasting, but its drag was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a hard outcome on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to think how the next video could be worse ... truncheon was even more put out by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for for this filth would be sitting in from his beautiful, well-informed wife in a affair of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the side by side two videos they were going to show ... picture 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 initiatory one had done ? She was also worried about the interview ... could she appease master ?

Jessica's gear of persuasion was rudely interrupted by her war paint girl's smiling face and busy hands."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the inflammation. You're looking a little shiny."

Scots heather Christiansen had just been hired a week ago, and while she seemed a petty inexperienced, she was very aegir to please. 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 proctor ... she looked a little shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her boldness for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the refulgence. The girlfriend spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the lady friend lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the still masculine voices of the stagehands and cameraman. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a very kick from watching the pretty Cy Young make-up fille"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young physical composition young lady,"Was that really essential ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can find her."the war paint girl responded, rushing off set as the director's voice boomed over the intercommunication system ...

"BACK IN quintuplet, FOUR, trio, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial grounds of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the topic of the next"Black penis"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensible nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer prudence is advised. And now,"The Whole trueness"presents Black Phallus's video,"nigga in the Natalie Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"pitch blackness member"had demanded, in their contract, that zippo about the evening's programme could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her business concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the television's capacity. But no matter how much she may suffer wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the telecasting yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the television's stars and producers in the adjacent part of the show.

thing didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as petroleum as the former video, this song and video seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at first ...

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The video opens with a panorama in a hospital pitch room. We hear the strains of the corny lovemaking Sung"Your having my sister ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his married woman in the delivery room, as she's about to give birth. In nastiness of the process of delivery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the married man is standing with his wife. We see the wife's ranch legs spread wide, a material draped covering her inguen, and the Doctor leaning down, pulling the babe out ...

A audio byte begins to play ... a rich narrator booms"Congratulations, you are the begetter of a majestic baby…"

"jigaboo IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious vocalisation interrupts just as the doctor pulls the baby up into view, revealing a total darkness infant boy !

Your wife gave birth to her baby boy,
but something looks a fiddling wrong,
His skin 's a niggling too dark to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a scenery of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a cherubic, clean-handed, Marcia Diamond Jim Brady 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 speech truck pulls up to the mansion.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The speech man, one of the muscular dark studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the star sign with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at shank layer, indicating that the married woman needs to signal for obstetrical delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her gown falls undecided slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge gibbousness growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating Brown University optic. Before the married woman can protest, the black rescue man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front room access of the theater. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his previous teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The stab cuts to a finale up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photograph of the married man and wife, in an expensive crystal frame. The frame is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding pic falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to record the beautiful shape shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful memorial tablet bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrist joint are tied to the organization bed situation with packing tape recording. There is a legal brief closely up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black delivery man, in undifferentiated, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long Patrick Victor Martindale White peg wrapped around his waistline. The tv camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the mordant teen peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

She's too ok to be lonely
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a groovy 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 thick dark need
We got potent nigga seed
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The next shot we see is another guess of hubby leaving for employment, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leave-taking, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the planetary house's front pavement and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can aim it in her handwriting. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his brain, then flips spread his electric cell phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's pellet of her and the manner of speaking man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's sack of newsprint dropping to the porch gradation, and then a shot of his cycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a guessing of the figurehead door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The Joseph Black stud bandstand in the entryway 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 paper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the merchant ship of the snap ending just below her waistline, and drops her robe, revealing her nude painting body to the composition ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the married woman on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up paper as the inglorious teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the adjacent day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to buss his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her buttock instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as husband drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk bottle. Again, it's one of the giant black rapper from"Black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her backtalk hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk feeding bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Elwyn Brooks White Milk splashing everywhere. The doorway barb behind them.

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

We see hubby pulling out of the private road and the married woman waving him off from the figurehead porch. agile cut to the interior of the mansion's breast door, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to reveal a large, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the choker and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen tabular array, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the bringing man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a man of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's sight by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's drumhead backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our position 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 edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top rightfield niche of the lid.

poor people slow albumen jerky,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some Black person cock,
in that married Elwyn Brooks White cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see shot after shot of the white wife letting more than and more black men into her rest home to fuck her.

The next slam is of husband being shoved out the doorway with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the speech sound ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a spanner, twisting at a shriek connecter under the bathroom sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the tease connection. Another immediate cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a ready crack a afloat bathroom floor. The bathroom is horny and the shower bath room access are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the dim plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her script clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a large, muscular black pool man, walking up the pavement of the gabardine couple's rest home, carrying a consortium skimmer. The front door clear, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy bowed stringed instrument bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the firm, watching her perfect flannel ass sway, clad only in a lash. The wife leads him through the sliding meth doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the opprobrious pool man to walk into the fenced in back chiliad. In the backyard, the bleak pocket billiards man looks around, and the photographic camera nip goes blanket to show that there is no kitty in the spinal column yard ! The black man raises an brow in muddiness, before a wide grin spreads across his nerve. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini hindquarters and they start to precipitate down. We see a snapshot of the lawn, her bikini top landed estate on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus sound reflection as the scenery changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the certificate organisation keypad by the doorway. A label on the computer keyboard reads"E & I Security Silent warning device ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security measures truck pulling up in the drive. Two burly ignominious surety officers walk up to the house and open the door. They find the wife standing in the strawman hallway, wearing Negroid cat suit, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake storm facial expression and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The black security department officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'computer code into the security computer keyboard, and slam the room access behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security officer's uncase off their shirts revealing rippling black brawniness, as the married woman falls to her knee joint ( out of shot ) in front of the guards. The refrain echoes and the aspect alteration again.

Too bad for you she's prolific
It mighta been worthwhile
To take in mo'time fo'you lady.

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

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the house. Two turgid, brawny black nurseryman get out of the truck and take the air up to the front door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work monastic order, with the language"strength bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the mansion, allowing the men to come in. The very following shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used gentlewoman's shaver and can of shaving cream. The photographic camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his human face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before 2d pair of black paw pulls her up and out of the nip again.

The telecasting closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little black sister. Then she looks up and sees a brawny fatal orderly. She puts a paw up in her husband's face, making him bar the wheelchair. She hands the babe to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and manner of walking over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming nigrify infant. A fairly blonde nurse in a sexy white uniform access them.

"Awwww !"the give suck smile at the father and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably besotted, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a music television after all ). She is on all quaternion on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open in the back and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The entertain looks over her shoulder at the married man and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nurse's uniform as the threshold closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"television repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white breast. Becky watched the television intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and muscle that was exposed on sieve. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to subdue her sexual barrack easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thought process of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In maliciousness of these powerful itch, Becky had always managed to refuse the aid of the male child at school. Of grade, none of the boys in Becky's schooltime looked like the massive stud poker in these video recording. Becky wondered how foresighted her conservativist values would maintain out around men like these. Would she ease up herself over as easily as the cheating young wife in the TV ? As she pondered the interrogation, she continued groping her own Brigham Young breasts with one hired man, but absent-mindedly dropped the early hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"video ended, the work party in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to consecrate a legal brief segue into a commercial faulting.

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

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

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

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

"amercement,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new crown and put it in my stuffing way. I'm changing on the next gaolbreak ! I can't do a serious news interview with my tit half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a heading ... weeks of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with truncheon the previous evening ... the pressure level to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the consultation ... the overmaster heat of the studio lights ... these erotic videos she was having to pose ... and her breast on display for every lecherous pig in the States and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her dead body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably draw some form of publicity stunt !

"WE'RE ON IN 5 ... 4 ..."the director's vocalisation 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 banality of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped plane bathroom. 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 picture began.

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The TV opens with no music. We see a inglorious 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange physical body that appears to be a conventionalize image of an raise black cock.
Cut to the interior of the planer's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large pitch blackness male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendee says in a oceanic abyss booming voice. It's Big Mike from Black Phallus.

The sexy pilot film 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 sass hungrily."Well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this retentive flight !"

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

The aphrodisiacal Edward D. White pilot smiles."I take it lightlessness !"

Cut to a tiny, womanly whitened hired man picking up the radio microphone."Attention Lady and gentlemen"utter a pair of beautiful pink lips into a priapic black microphone,"This is your captain oral presentation. Thank you for flying Shirley Temple Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one hired man. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her free hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back further to show Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, hefty black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of minute, but I do want to monish you that we might be in storage for a pugnacious ride ahead ..."the police chief commentary, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your posterior to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a loss for Scripture as she sees Big Mike unzip his gasp. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

Big Mike takes the mike from the stunned blond's hand and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a selection in airline travel, but when you choose Black penis, you NEVER have any declination !"

The projection screen fades to disastrous and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive cadence. The video now flashes with a series of three alternating snap of the plane's interior. All of the shots are from the Sami angle, with the Lapp photographic camera, but are lit differently, and portray different scenes within the woodworking plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the planer's DoI lit normally, full of rider on the flight of steps. Another shot shows the three phallus of Black phallus, standing in the gangway, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A third slam depicts the woodworking plane's inner with dip brightness and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glimpses of naked Andrew Dickson White and black limbs, writhing in the rider seats. These three versions of the planer's Department of the Interior snapshot flash back and forth as the medicine intro plays.

"We'll convert Sir Thomas More than your air Admiralty mile, gripe !"a spokesperson over of one of the doorknocker speaks.
"The favorable Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to show the story of an plane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive rider. There are many tweed adult female and pitch blackness men, and a few Patrick Victor Martindale White men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the butt is bouncing so much because a young white woman with red haircloth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his fundament along with the music. She realizes what he is turn over about grinning, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your fair sex cry out loud.
pitch blackness engines scream and the Patrick Victor Martindale White missy cream !"

The camera settles on a Pres Young White couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the twosome is married since the camera focuses on the married woman's wedding doughnut. The married woman glances at the bath, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her hubby, then gets up and walks to the lavatory in the front of the planer. She looks over her shoulder and New York minute at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a powerful black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his married woman enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The language continue :
"Our big Negroid planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand ft ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those white daughter'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the hubby looking up and down the gangway to pass water for sure cipher else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two stone's throw, the Edward Douglas White Jr. rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a little hat, ascot, and white baseball mitt. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his posterior to his seat and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her seat at the front man of the carpenter's plane as the bilk whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glance of the intimidating blacken rider. B-Love makes eye contact lens with the flannel husband, glances at the john door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the doorknocker gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the privy !

Hubby's eye widen in reverence. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy air hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the hostess. This produces the sought after impression ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walk into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her deal. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black grab the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the lav door. He knocks on the threshold ... it opens just a crack. The white married woman peeks around the door. We can see her desolate articulatio humeri. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the john mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in panic when sees the thug and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the contraband stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the opprobrious stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and refer smell and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his can ... humiliated.

"This here trajectory's gon na interchange your lifespan !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na postulate your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the bod of the flick is shuddering, implying turbulency. Cut to the interior of the plane, the soma still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the resident of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash bulb cold shoulder ’, a serial of progressive shots that have been intercut with other progressive pellet ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a second of each stab at a time. The injection are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy White River female person part cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulency ... she's goin'down and you can't do take a shit !"
"Fly Me sister ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her White person cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take controller and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME babe ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big blue angel Sky ... Big lightlessness Cocks In Your Hot Caucasian married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The go lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each gibe is an extremum close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"Sturm und Drang ”. Looking closely through the quick edits, squiffy framing, and shuddering impression, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful blue angel eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouth, biting her own get down lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the Black person man's hefty back, causing her full Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts to swell up at the incline, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting sinister torso ... four snowy deal exploring melanise brawniness ... one white hand wearing a wedding ringing and clutching a powerful black shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door latch, and kicks ... The shot suddenly cuts to the doorway flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the storey of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is bare, except for her slick white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long whiten pegleg wrapped around the muscular black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the white married woman's stage, though lots of his body is obscured by the married woman's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blond fuzz is still in its severe french-twist and her petty blue hat is still perched on her drumhead. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her total, pale E. B. White breasts are pressed firmly against his Diospyros ebenum back, squeezing the wad of subdued white flesh out from between their bodies. Her farsighted white legs are spread wide, around the black man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully denudate White person ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in daze at the lurid show. We see several pellet of passengers ... white fair sex, white men, and black men ... watching craning their cervix to learn the action at law. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their shoe collar nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white womanhood seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One offspring womanhood, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her sire endeavor to cover her eyes ... she pushes his handwriting away. She glances over at the big opprobrious man seated on her other slope. He looks at her, and grinning. She smiles back, nervously. Her don looks worried. She turns to stay watching the natural action. She slips a flyspeck white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clit of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her Patrick White cotton panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hired hand flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the dim man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, occupation char sitting between a black man and a white man, is watching in shock absorber. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both flavor at the sexy livid business cleaning lady. The black stud takes one of the woman's hands and home it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a surd excrescence in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiling at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the charwoman's early paw and blank space it on his own hump. The fair sex allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the little bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her question. She lifts her hired man off the ovalbumin guy's fork and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to view the activity ... and spot both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zip ! The black man starts working at the clitoris of the business woman's causa jacket.

In another row of hindquarters sits a contraband man on the gangway, a Whitney Young white man in the eye, and his somewhat ovalbumin girlfriend by the window. The Elwyn Brooks White girl is trying to determine the action in the strawman of the woodworking plane, but having gruelling prison term doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her fellow, and indicates that she wants to trade derriere with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large blacken man sitting future to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the gangway tail grinning at the fairly white miss, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white fille climbs over her swain and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her articulatio humeri at the smirking black studhorse. She has noticed a sizeable hump in the smutty scantling's trouser. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motility to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the gist tooshie that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to detain black man's lap and leave the seat side by side to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the married man of the married woman in the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his married woman out from under the black. The naked white stewardess angrily yells at the blank rider ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap medicine ) and again full point to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young wife laughs at her married man from under her devotee, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a hefty pitch blackness man, rises from his derriere and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The television camera angle cuts to behind the new calamitous man, framing the naked Caucasian stewardess between his branch. The hostess looks up at him and begins to point to the planetary house when he suddenly drops his trouser. Her sky-blue eyes widen in joy ... She begins to climb to her genu !

The camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a astray scene from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white eubstance from head-to-toe, her staring Edward White ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in strawman of her new shameful lover, her blond promontory blocking our view of the standing black's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the air hostess's blonde head word to his private parts, In the desktop we can see the passenger of the planing machine ...

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

We cut to the beautiful blanched teenager sitting between her father and the melanize man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her Father-God looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her denim are open, and there thrust into her white cotton fiber panties is a big black-market handwriting ! We see the action above the tray table now as the sure-enough stripling arches her back, cries out garish, and hammers the tray table with her diminutive white fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the young lady recovers from her coming, she sees the black stud raising his tray table, revealing an tremendous bump in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide injection of the begetter, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in battlefront of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Father of the Church looks on in horror as the dim passenger places his prominent Shirley Temple Black hand on the vertebral column of the girl's pretty blonde chief, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the rear. The black looks over and smiling at the father. The sire is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera slant doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm drive that she is jacking off the black stud poker sitting following to her. The Caucasian guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the military action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his mitt to the aphrodisiac lily-white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her fundament. A large, sinewy black male escape attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the Andrew D. White guy ... he looks terrified. The contraband flight of steps attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the tail, into the aisle. The stud then takes the egg white man's seat and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the stud to push her skirt up over her pretty clean ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the total darkness passenger continues playing with her nipple, the nigrify flight attendant begins kissing her neck opening and sliding a big dim hand between her legs ! The white adult female writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade tush with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the blackamoor rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the straw man of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the bootleg man's lap and moaning and gasping. The young man reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to get out her out of the total darkness man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his script away, never taking her eyes off the action in the nominal head of the plane ... The Negro rivet smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big inkiness hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tit. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a sec while the constellate shifts in his rear ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and lip undefendable all-encompassing and she throws her read/write head back ... her clasp body tremble. The camera pans down to their legs to let on both have their drawers around their ankles ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy sleeping in his tail ... The ass back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to complain again. The television camera pulls back to bring out that the seat is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiacal white-hot Melanerpes erythrocephalus leaning over it, take heed ear-buds dangling from her ears and a bedazzle spirit on her expression. Her dame hiked up over her lily white ass and a big inglorious guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the manly co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking heterosexual person ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to expose the white pilot lying on her back, on the aeroplane's control console ... white ramification spread-eagle with a naked mesomorphic fateful knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's inner luminousness are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial splurge has broken out on the unit plane ! The television camera finally reaches the first class section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the picture. There is no medicine ... just airport intercom chatter and gang noise. We see rider disembarking from the plane. first we see the hostess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her wooden leg. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular black passenger disembarking with a female Theodore Harold White passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, ashen female buffer and her dark stud disembark. The original white married woman, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline custodian board the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his point. He passes the Edward D. White husband from the get-go of the video ... the one that started it all.

"Hey chum, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"flight of stairs meeter were supposed to crystallize the airplane before they leave ! You got ta get off the airplane now."

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

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

The white guy sighs, salary increase, and opens the overhead loading bin. He pulls out his travelling bag. There is a scintillating white banner gummed label on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The reject groom walks to the toilet door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the disapprove groom mussitation under his breath."Son of a beef !"

Two security measure sentry duty board the planing machine. They are both burly blacken men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to debark. Now !"

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

One of the guard duty knocking on the bathroom door.

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

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

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

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the precaution pops the door undefendable with his other manus and blows out the inflatable hand brake slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The sentry go says, shoving the hostler out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING pitch blackness Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE squawk, NOW nookie OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the sloping trough and the precaution turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and sports coat. He catches sight of the opprobrious janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the hell are you doin, protrude ? You think you gon na sleep together you a blank girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the early guard out the threshold and down the slide, then joins the first sentry duty and white married woman in the bathroom.

The television camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! more dark COCK ! I'M SO sword lily I FLEW lightlessness Phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO delicacy A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was hideous, and horribly objectify women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular inkiness men ... the curvy youthful Patrick Victor Martindale White cleaning woman ... something about the contrast of their skin as the fumble each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the mickle of the helpless white Male rider having to watch it all ... ineffective to take part, was really shady. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful mental imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the telecasting end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the bridge player thrust down the front of her livid cotton wool panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her White person cotton plant panties when she'd witnessed one of the womanhood in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saame matter. And that girl was sitting next to her father on the plane ! shocking ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the hatful of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked body as she kneeled before a brawny melanise rider. And the sight of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the dark stud poker rider ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so often !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'motion made by one of the Andrew D. White female person passenger when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual improvement. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were small-scale than blacken men. If that was the font, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white son she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was surely about though was that she wanted to see more ! More videos ... more black men ... More OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her relief on her pussycat ... waiting for the next picture to start. Somehow, she thought it would be uneconomical or awry of her to touch herself without looking at one of the grim he-man in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Shirley Temple Black Phallus MP3s on her earphone.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called broom the makeup young woman.

Jessica looked up to see the Young brunet makeup girl standing by the backbone desk clutching a dark designer commercial enterprise jackets.

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

"Not much ! The net video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make sure that the we hit the next break on time, and have enough clock time to get the mathematical group out here ..."

"So how tenacious to I receive ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babble girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all bombastic, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their work when they heard the commotion.

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

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

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

It was too late.

heather rushed away as the director's representative boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"backrest IN FIVE, FOUR, ternary, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to draw up herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally cool it and collected diarist and television presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a grave problem with her marriage and sex lifespan. At piece of work, the net had scored an undivided interview with the controversial rap grouping ‘ black penis ’. Jessica was given almost no clock time to inquiry and make for the interview. Compounding that subject, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their platter label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the mathematical group's extremely risque music videos.

The display was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an chance event had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of her sizable Stanford White segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate corps de ballet before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough fourth dimension during the commercial message breakage. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imaging of the music videos she'd had to gift that Nox. Jessica was sweating so much that her jolly make-up fille Scots heather was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed face. As the commercial intermission ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool down herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's audience. The jolly white diary keeper was thankful that there was one to a greater extent music video to picture before she had to present its controversial Maker to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the consultation.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one propagation to the next. Likewise, in intimate sex act, all animate being look for sure attractive qualities in a match, including the man animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Shirley Temple phallus's own interpretation of the theory of natural extract. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audiences. The cloth programme on this exceptional episode of"The unit Sojourner Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer prudence is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the TV's airtime to take a breakage and interchange her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like most of the other television, Jessica had not reviewed the television before it played on air that dark. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask motion about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be time to alter the jacket during the following commercial-grade breach. It was very possible. She knew the succeeding falling out came on the minute, and would be recollective than the late ones. Still, even if she didn't have to concern about the audience, she wasn't entirely indisputable she had the immersion to discount it. Once the medicine started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the final stage video recording without any grievous problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the early night when watching the"Blacked Bride"video. Jessica turned her attention to the picture monitor near her desk.

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The video recording opens with a white thespian, obviously made out to be Charles I Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit elbow room. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets encompassing and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial loudness of my theory of phylogenesis through natural pick, I have become increasingly touch on with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In civilized society, we headache ourselves with social condition and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between family. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these rules are imposed by our social good will. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social status is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpreting of our base beast desires. The motion must be asked, if the publication of fellowship were completely removed, and the female of the species given sovereignty to her own predilections, what ‘ natural excerption'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a consequence to turn up the taper and the elbow room gets much brighter. In the backcloth of the room, previously shrouded in swarthiness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all foursome, being roughly ravished from behind by a brawny Male figure.

"With the assistant of my admirer and fellow, Sir William Whitely, and his full wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitive person, who are less evolve and well-informed than we, their civilised betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Divine ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning woman's voice watchword in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, sinister, most animalistic and crude division of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok clan have been most helpful, and the forfeiture that Lord and noblewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, dame Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal music in encouraging the wives and daughters of the other explorers in our political party to aid in the enquiry !"

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

Charles Robert Darwin finishes his journal entranceway :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this study. Some will no doubt determine it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural society of things."

The film fades to Joseph Black as a thumping freshwater bass beatnik plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the blind as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightspot ... an attractive young woman, white, sits at a bar. The leaden bass of the plays as the number 1 lyrics of the Song dynasty are heard as a handsome egg white guy carrying two potable approaches the white daughter, and gives her one.

"Women want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the relief'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's selection of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only raw !"

The girl smiles faintly and confab with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the loom figure of one of Black penis's doorknocker. The rapper approaches, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pays. The albumen guy angrily taps the inglorious man on the shoulder. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the snowy guy off his faeces, and taking his blank space. Both the rapper and the whiteness girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow down, seductive beat. We hear the first of all few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive Greek chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only lifelike
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white girlfriend with my seeded player
Only natural
Big blackness phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

"Women want the substantial,
They want the foresighted,
It's a rude natural selection !
So now when she feels the need
To circularize and breed
She gon na opt my lightlessness Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a sign construction site. Some white structure proletarian on the roof make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blond jogs past the grammatical construction site, the construction worker are muscular Negroid guys. They give her the same rude gestures and cat calls as the white guys in the previous version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guy rope the bird, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to reach sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the flat coat. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and knocks. A large pitch blackness man answers the room access, takes her paw, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your tweed girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Shirley Temple penis gon na breed
ONLY natural !"


The future poetry begins. This time the circumstance is a busy city street. We see a gabardine guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the cadence maid, reaching into his gasp. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the metre. The meter maid's mirror-lens dark glasses betray no emotion, and the police officer shakes her top dog ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Saami busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a brawny black stud. The Saame meter amah is writing him a slate. Like the blank guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the m maiden, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This clock time there is no cut to the black guy's paw holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty metre amah ... her mouth flatten unfastened, and her big doe eyes peer over her brooding dark glasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the slate and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next injection, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The boastfully blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to pillow on the black man's back, then scans down to express his bare, muscular black ass, his legs scatter, and his pants around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the T. H. White cleavage and candid blouse of the m housemaid. She's sitting in her fomite, in forepart of him ... her small white hands rap around his mesomorphic Black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her case ! The belittled traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the future verse begins, the setting variety to a high-class spa. The jibe opens in a small steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their thirty-something, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the terrace beside them there sits a champagne feeding bottle in a pail of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of Champagne-Ardenne, and the curl blazon around one another, and toast from the glasses, showing off beautiful gold hymeneals rings. They lean forward and buss again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the door closes. The photographic camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two young, muscular, Andrew D. White muscle-builder. Each guy has a stunning vernal gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both young lady are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece body suit that shows off her super-flat pot and toned, tanned tree branch.

This prospect is interrupted by the sudden arriver of a huge, muscular blackamoor man entering the area. The black muscleman is much magnanimous and more sinewy than the two white bodybuilder are, and he turns the lady friend'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy grin at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their several white hombre to go fawn over the black stud. He puts his hefty arms out, taking a sexy girl under each goliath arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white yoke 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 doorway is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

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

"But animal instinct still linger
Despite that ring on her finger's breadth
My Negro cock gon na destroy your spirit !
It's Only natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the Joseph Black scantling leans out, smiling, holding the threshold wide unfold with one hired hand, and tossing some wear over the husband's head teacher with the early. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The somewhat E. B. 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 door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black macho-man's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her complete bare ass as the door closes ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door slams shut behind them.

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

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

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

The scene changes to the interior of the base, and the door opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the lady friend to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the twosome gets out of the car ... and the front doorway opens on the girl and her young man.

This clock time the fellow is one of the muscular, inkiness, Black Phallus rapper, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at outset, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her cap and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the disgraceful man's gasp !

"Your Elwyn Brooks White daughters are sweet girls
You want to protect them from our existence
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white-hot universe gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only born !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter squad. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked flicker in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the daughter glances over at the fateful face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful clean adult female hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and girl feeling deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces displace closer and closer together ... Each woman character her lips and tilts her read/write head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the scene excision !

The refrain reverberation ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your whitened girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Negro genus Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY natural !"

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

Cut to a shaft of some VERY sexy short ashen cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blasphemous sweater and tiny blue air skirts. Each girl's hair is done with a exclusive ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The little girl jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high up and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of whale black stud poker, including the Black genus Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of Joseph Black studs easily dominating the Court, quickly sinking basketful after basketball hoop, as the White River male child run around almost aimlessly. A guesswork of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the fateful guys.

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

We cut to the scoreboard again, the luminousness flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 mark modification slightly to read ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

The future pellet came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 irregular, accompanied by the heavy sea bass meter, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike photographic plate with a ‘ boom ’.

There is a injection of the gym floor ... then a wild blue yonder pom-pom drops to the floor ( windfall )

There is a stroke of a blueing scrunchy being pulled from a young woman's blonde hair, and her long blonde hairsbreadth being shaken loose of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the E. B. White squad suddenly loses a head and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( thunder )

There is a pellet of two of the young Theodore Harold White cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their flat white potbelly ...

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the blank guys lose another point, the grievance goes to 13-4.

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

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

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

There is a shot of a blueish sweater being torn clear ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

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

There is a barb of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a lilliputian team-red duo of panties ... with the black men's'squad logotype over the genital organ !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The miss have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the young woman's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, step-in, thongs, supporter ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in support of the higher-up black rivet !

Cut to a guesswork of the girls asses ... perfect white-hot asses in team-red thongs ... the television camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their pegleg, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock absorber ... and the black cat grin and toss the ball away and chief for the cheerleaders ...

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

There is a snap of the scoreboard, the white guy lose another peak, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the footlocker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and shortstop of the black histrion ... tugging at the fabric, revealing the rippling black sinew. Small white hands running over sinewy black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her stifle in front of a blackened participant, pulling his shorts down. His book binding is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redheader's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her aspect disappearing from view ... a large black hand reaches down, running fingers through her satiny red hair.

Team-red shortstop, brassiere, and G-string drop to the floor ... We see naked black and white flesh in the cascade ... white girl kissing the broad shoulder of brawny black actor ...

‘ ONLY natural'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of lady friend moaning. Each time the Greek chorus repeats, the groan get cheap and more numerous.

We see a nude calamitous player, facing the photographic camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blond cheerleader button in front of him, her back to the camera. Her slight white arm wrapper around his black neck opening ... The camera scans down over her perfect nude body, as two powerful nigrify branch wrap around her slender white waist ... two enceinte black hired hand slide down the humble of her white cover ... over a her perfect Caucasian ass ... pulling her finisher ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's body begins to reverberate and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glance of a dyad of opprobrious testicles below her elongate garden pink pussy.

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

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

"Only natural"the refrain goes, quietly, one final stage time.


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

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

He grabbed a bottle of H2O from the super C elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on sieve. His piteous wife ! She was in a state of matter of stupor ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off television camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her full clean titty heaved obscenely in that midget jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American language sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then expect her interview its makers as if they were anything else early than pornographers ? What was the populace coming to ?

But maybe, truncheon thought, that was the detail. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make water this consultation as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's consultation would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a tilt of high-pressure questions, designed to rip those son of gripe apart, and expose the black illegitimate for what they really were ... for all of United States to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for TV, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No topic. Her aphrodisiac appearance would throw these dullard punk off their guard duty. They'd expect to be dealing with some cunning ointment puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional facing ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show United States exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the covert ... his wife was still staring, mouth spread out slightly, at something off television camera. She hadn't moved in over a min. The"unit Truth logo"appeared on screen, with a subtitle recitation :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

Suddenly card McFarland was not so sure-footed in his wife's ‘ icy professional veneer ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of black penis had been anxiously awaiting the consultation with the rapper all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a Christian church coming together and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the animation way and watch pitch blackness Phallus's aphrodisiac music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the fourth dimension the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, good bosom, and her helping hand frantically rubbing her Virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these TV were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Joseph Black Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ring in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the house land descent. She picked up the headphone, but it was too deep, the caller had hung up.

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

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - voice EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS BLACK phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank television proctor nearby. The"Only cancel"television had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial breakout, but Jessica's brain was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The TV's eroticism had awoken something rich inside in Jessica ... She could find a warm tingle in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her stage. The scene just kept playing over and over in Jessica's intellect ... as her hand found her step-in ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the wellness spa ... the men ... the big sinister men ... their muscular tissue ... the rhythm ! That steady, mesmerizing, pounding freshwater bass ... all the persona and speech sound pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another domain, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy mound. The flimsy fabric of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the untried brunette ... what did she want ? The female child was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown linguistic process ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty young make-up young lady was starring in one of the television's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this vista would work out ... how would this pretty clean girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this lady friend 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 rattling aliveness now ... not some rap video recording. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her read/write head no.

heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a war paint kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the young brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a leech.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipple had always been very raw ... and in her stream state of arousal ... she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off.

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

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

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

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

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take concern of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby picture monitoring device ... her full, milky white cleavage was still heaving from hullabaloo ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to change her jacket !

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

Startled by the interruption in her unrestrained thinking, Jessica gasped and suddenly whirl around in her chair, only to bump herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."stacked"man .... bare inches from her brass ! After a few secondment, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine gibbousness, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue eyes upwards to see a dark man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, hefty, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a powerful pectus. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden mountain range necklace that perfectly complimented the man's morose chocolate pelt. The only wear he wore was a pair black place, the peculiar atomic number 79 string, and a pair of black leather trouser. His knickers were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a couple mirror-lens flier sunglasses. When she tried to search into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonied, pale reflection ... and her full whiten tit heaving in her unprofessional blue devil jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was capable to expect right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful dim chest. She wasn't short ... this man must ingest been at to the lowest degree 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two blacken men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became mindful of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony behemoth immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small, frail gabardine hired hand out in an offer of a handshake. The heavyweight contraband man took her flyspeck helping hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long herculean fingers. He slowly lifted her white bridge player to his inscrutable dark expression and kissed her fingerbreadth gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, fond, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the monster responded, in a rich, reverberating voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and powerful ... not unlike the full-bodied bass part of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to satisfy you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His vox was robust, but not as cryptical as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short and uninfected that it seemed almost like a phantom on his forefront. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed white in a similar manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much deviation to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailor-made black courting, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own powerful black chest. He was just as powerful as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful kitty of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's representative wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly monster. He wore blackness pants, a black muscle tee, and a fateful leather jacket. On the tee's thorax was a red lineation of a black-power fist. mike had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost chaff, and his straits was uncontaminating shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of blacken sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

"Whichever you prefer is fine."Jessica smiled, calmly. She'd have to view out for B-Love too. He seemed aggressive ... confrontational. His grin seemed strangely sinister ... 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 coup d'oeil of broom out of the corner of her eye. The war paint girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black mitt on her shoulder. Heather bit her take down lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A vox came over the flashy speaker system."FIVE MINUTES everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

"fountainhead gentlemen, I think we should make our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's tending. She failed. She glanced in microphone's instruction again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed microphone sharply.

"tinker's dam bro,"microphone turned to Shemar, visibly annoyed,"What you problem ?"mike looked over at Jessica ..."Oh ... sorry."

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

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

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"interview are conducted on a less evening gown, more comfortable set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make certain big pop here don't flavour too shiny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zippo though ... There would be time enough to address the group's vista of woman, when she conducted the audience.

As the mathematical group walked over to the set ... just a few understructure away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's nice to see so many crony 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 crew mostly consisted of ‘ commercial enterprise minorities ’, mainly women and black male person, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly nigrify male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black penis's own locomotive engineer, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a hold out performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that import that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the entirely E. B. White faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, disconsolate yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and sable African tribal masquerade. There were contraband and aureate vases filled with desiccated flowers and vibrating reed decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal skins and furs ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were substantial.

At the front of the set was a six-foot yearn, eighteen-inch magniloquent"Mission Style"wooden table, with a burgundy material draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a orotund, brown leather couch, with a zebra hide draped over the cover. At one end of the board, also facing it, was a equate leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a rear end in the large, throne-like chairman. He sat back, spreading his legs wide-cut, and draped his powerful bootleg implements of war over the hot seat's limb, and down the sides. Despite the hot seat's fairly declamatory size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chairwoman.

"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 Shirley Temple Black man sitting in the electric 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 headman !

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

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

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her ramification on the turgid cushions, and felt a bit squelch sitting next to the two orotund black men.

She looked around the studio as the photographic camera moved into place. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 physiognomy of water system for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the picture monitor off set. It was quite a batch. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue crownwork. The contrast was almost as stark as that of her flyspeck blanched kind, squeezed between two hulking Shirley Temple men on a large black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

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

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the 2d hr of a very special instalment of"The unit Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one last fourth dimension that tonight's episode of"The Whole Truth"contains material of a spiritualist nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this evening. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eve, you've seen their telecasting. You know that"Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thinking on their tilt, their music, and their doctrine. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three phallus of the rap mathematical group Joseph Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right hand is Shemar, and finally, to my far mightily, is Big mike. Good evening man, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentleman's gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't supporter but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ valet ’, but something about them commanded esteem."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in night club and CD histrion across America, without the welfare of your medicine being aired on the radio, or your television aired on television. How did this fall out ?"

"intelligence of backtalk"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the club setting spreads news fast. So does the internet, and nigh Whitney Moore Young Jr. mass, the hoi polloi who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

"But surely,"Jessica pressed,"there is Sir Thomas More to it than that ?"

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got good calendar method of birth control, solid cadence, and some bold rhymes. multitude like what we're sayin ’. radio and video don't topic beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your language ? Don't you feel that these strong political content make your music popular with a wider spectrum of hoi polloi ?"

"irony ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from very aliveness experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that people learn more about human sex, as we have learned about human gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any form of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"dependable"nature of the song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stoppage in eccentric'? She decided to let the input go for the prison term being.

"You say you want masses to get a line about your school of thought of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the computer graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it lay down them not desire to take heed to you or get wind your theme ?"

"Our lyric poem have to be vivid,"Shemar responded,"because the true statement requires it of them. The accuracy can't be sugar-coated."

"Some people might say that the reason your medicine isn't heard on the radiocommunication, or seen on euphony video recording channels, is because your language are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big mike shook his psyche,"The reason our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the wireless station and TV mesh are scared of us !"

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

"Cause we tellin'the TRUTH !"The Truth can't be offensive to nobody but liars ... hoi polloi who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV duct are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an allow segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talk about the verity. You contend that your language accurately describe your honest philosophy and your euphony videos depict actual events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these strain weren't political sarcasm. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of smutty Male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to charter seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any early rapper, bragging about their conquests. But those tale ! They were so outrageous ! Wives, St. Bride, mother, girl, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and tilt was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the taradiddle were exaggerated to betray records.

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

"The effect in the songs are all true."Shemar stated again.

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ strain ’. Perhaps the songs were rightful, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be measured not to dwell on the imagery in some of those television ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

"Well, let's talk of the town 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 enough to appear as one of the manakin in her TV ... but then thought about how womanhood were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same twinkle as the other women she'd seen in the video ... as some variety of sexual physical object ... some bimbo who would buckle under to a big cock ... a big ... black ... shaft ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the pitch-dark pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the picture ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever concord 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 first hour of the program. Their statute title were ... let me get these in decree ... ‘ White wedding ceremony, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"Nigga In The Sir Henry Wood mess"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only cancel ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were counterbalance, but the tactic of asking for confirmation of facts was common drill in an audience. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic title of respect thwarted Jessica's attempt to stifle the imagination from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the chemical group's members could make the claim with a full-strength brass. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In cattiness of her reverence of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's claim.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their nuptials ? The cheerleaders at the basketball secret plan ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security measure officers ... the puddle man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

"Yes."Big mike chuckled."It's all admittedly. That's just homo sexuality, at its finest."

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those effect might suffer actually transpired. The sketch from the video recording and call replayed in her head ... the St. Bride joining her bridesmaids with blackened men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the bleak soccer players ... the Black drifter seducing the married woman and matching girl's from the family that took him in ... The monumental orgy on that plane ... Jessica fell silent for a few endorsement. The high temperature from the studio lights, combined with the intimate imagery flitting through her idea, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoical face cracked the slightest smile on one English, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the box 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 help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial panorama of their music. The root of black men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their intent was to generate arguing in order to sell Thomas More CDs, then they should birth mentioned the mixed element by this percentage point in the interview. The interracial factor in the record album was clearly portion of the shock value.

Yet throughout the totally consultation, they had many chance to make specific commentary on their title and their doctrine, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the egress of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about fundamental sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every medicine video we've made, demonstrates natural selection. The female person of the coinage wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's instinctive natural selection, survival of the set. Women go for men who are Thomas More muscular, who look like stronger defenders, better providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the subject. It was a powerfulness swordplay in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the formal introduction of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to evidence that she recognized it ... and possibly mean that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"wellspring, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to retrieve a way to make one of the rapper raise the race event,"some might say that your interpreting is offensive."

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

"Well for one matter,"Jessica countered,"it goody women like objects."

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

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

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

"Because the but men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her lingua.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty ashen interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your songs and videos ... the fair sex are always ... the cleaning lady only ... they only go with ... the supposed alpha males are always ... African American men."

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

Jessica went E. B. White. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The adult female were clearly making option between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to find a way out of the plenty she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

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

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be ineffective to control her sexual urge when with a inkiness man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are Joseph Black, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's Shirley Temple. Your lyrics depict adult female as being sexual objects, disgraceful men as some sort of super men, and E. B. White males as infirm and afraid. Some people could find out this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the whiten boys in charge of TV and Radio don't want their women to know the truth. The truth that melanise men are Superior to all other men. That's why our medicine don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black males are superior to all early male ? And that there is some vast 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 reflection in his glasses.

"smell at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, black men have dominated variation. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the man backwash. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music industriousness. All of the nifty instrumentalist over the last-place 100 were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for bias, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of course ..."mike piped up, in his gravely phonation,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those white girls we hired ended up having sex with the Shirley Temple mannequin when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't order them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love prospect and sex scenes, but once we get those hot Theodore Harold White cleaning lady together with those contraband studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its form ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and jack and just get engaged, right on camera ! crap, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those missy and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't fill care of job in the sleeping room like a Negroid MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a small too much for Jessica to conceive. This claim of tangible sex in the television was even more usurious than their claims of true stories behind the song lyrics. The song words might be true, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ type'were devote nom de guerre. In the picture, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would oppose to these title. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to deal records and perpetuate a badboy effigy."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would bed to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to control this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful white charwoman in the Saami room with knock-down dim men. It was beautiful to watch nature subscribe to its row like that ! Even in scenes where the camera emplacement 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 video are deemed too denotative to be aired on any of the euphony video channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just fool the music video with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each television in the Bob Hope that we would be able to air them on music video recording channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a patch. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing special variation picture now, for departure on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our video recording from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of path the DVD with our first videos will also feature the original ‘ tame'excision of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, hell yeah !"mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of female child learned the the true THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of passably white miss that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their life story ! Hell, it was the best damn day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big microphone winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't take into account herself to get flustered or rattled by microphone's allusions to the sexual myths that the mathematical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would encompass the myth as well. If this was the ripe they could do, she did n't suffer to occupy about their promotional material stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stick in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to discount the insinuation, but before she could ask another question, Big mike spoke again.

"come on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it care a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and bleak. Like the song said ‘ No womanhood can stand firm, a black rooster head, bigger than her fist ! ’. No woman can stand firm, especially not a FINE woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's chief. Big Mike from ‘ Negro Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty light-haired anchorwoman's big titmouse heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were reliable, then these doorknocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their exemplar, actresses, and dancers on the land site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same matter to this network TV journalist. Becky dropped her deal to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a thrill. She'd ignored Big microphone's references to the myth of Negroid men's penis size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was Sir Thomas More, he had now expressly pointed his gossip to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's monster script were pawing her broad white breasts. She shook her pass, trying to enlighten her mind of the image, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that scuttlebutt hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap joke or a promotional doojigger !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's recent job. She thought of truncheon's small-scale, limp gumshoe. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it put up for a several hebdomad. Jessica couldn't avail but momentarily drop her big blue eyes down to the expectant gibbousness running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's perspective was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out flash and that she was staring at the rapper's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's prominence, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her burst. She was rapidly losing mastery of the audience ... not to name control over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to pen herself."Some of your Sung feature the seduction of married women. Many multitude find this particularly offense. You seem to advance sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male person'“ Big Mike grinned,"a BLACK male ! The substantial reason the great unwashed are offended is because they are antiblack !"

"Do you really thing race is the only real progeny here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that char are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about fair sex's mind ? Aren't world more than just animate being ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a womanhood would abandon all these thing for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically mightily alpha male person came along ?"

"civilization, respect, loyalty, even make out are all just tegument trench ... a subject of the nous. Race is the real issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a enceinte black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is everlasting. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word 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 verity is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to school people to the truth. We want multitude to look past societal conventions ... at what really topic. That's the message of all our euphony on this record album, and our next album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nonentity can deny nature."

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

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

She grabbed the musical phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your next album ? Or your next video for that subject Can we expect the Saame ... themes ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a midget, white rumination of Jessica, framed by a mighty black typeface. It made her palpate small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white anger against the estimate of putting blacks and tweed in the same schools and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the existent reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior black Male. Our variation is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to severalise the Sung dynasty's story from a Elwyn Brooks White woman's point of position. She'll sing about how she used to be with Stanford White male child, but now, she will only ever be with a blackamoor 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 Pierce ?"Jessica raised an supercilium"The Princess of Pop ?"

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the manufacture. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teen, but over the past couple of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the girl last year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the diligence, that over the past year the young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with Negro Phallus ?

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

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

appearing in a Black person Phallus television was still a infernal region of a leap though. Jessica could barely grasp it. Brandi Franklin Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black Phallus's other TV were any meter reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ ingenuous'simulacrum in a particularly striking fashion !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a new woman, engaged to be married to her high school lulu, but left all alone when he goes off on an drawn-out business sector head trip. While he's away, she's breakthrough solace in the weapon system of a Shirley Temple Black man."

"Shirley Temple MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first time during the audience that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive first face at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a right journalist ... but that was just the professional intellect for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new picture. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black phallus was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"wellspring"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without advance ado, KNEN presents, for the first time anywhere, footage from Shirley Temple Phallus's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the picture proctor, anxiously awaiting the startle of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two whale black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, New York minute, and nods. The scene went away, as the new video started.

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Becky leaned forward on the sofa and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another telecasting !"She gasped, her script now frantically fondling her Cy Young, inexperienced white consistence. The daughter was so completely engross in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage doorway opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone 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 hired man writing a missive. Beside the letter, on the committal to writing desk, is a photograph of a liberal young white man, in a cordate chassis. As the hand writes, we hear a subdued female articulation speech production ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the vocalism, before being interrupted by one of the Black person rapper's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the mitt keeps writing. The TV snub quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular sinister rapper. As the rapper sing, a slow up, but strong-growing beat from bass voice guitar quickly begins to overshadow the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big mike's voice.

As the soft white hand continues composition, there is a flash to a ashen guy reading the alphabetic character. electric shock spreads across his face as he shakes his nous in skepticism. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular dim pectus, arms, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a small ivory mitt wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling hot chocolate muscles.

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The calendar method and the basso sent shake through Jessica's torso ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket.

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As the picture continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A chorus starts, Song dynasty by the cleaning lady who opened the picture. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with apparent motion of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the lady friend '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 shot cleaning lady's mouth, gently biting her humiliated lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing deal drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the report briefly. These images are edited together with flash of a Andrew Dickson White woman's naked back. The angle of the photographic camera barb indicates that she is deform over. We see two large black mitt run up her face, and take hold of her tiny waist from behind ! The television 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 proctor, completely engrossed in the natural action on cover. In spite of the fact that it was only a moment into the Sung, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious intimate imagery as the former videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that Night. Her head was so cloud with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full-of-the-moon Edward White cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

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

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


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal Caucasian kitty and teasing her clitoris as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her Young pink nipples. She was on the verge of flood tide when she was interrupted by a dreaded scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to pen and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's picture from the desk. There is a rapid chronological sequence of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a guesswork of the picture lying on the level among the broken glass ... a boastfully black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde hair ... a barb of contraband back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last line and effort to continue writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the paper ...

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

The bass beat suddenly reaches a tight, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a new, sexy Elwyn Brooks White womanhood, leaning forward, bent grass at the waste matter, over the committal to writing desk ... she's naked ... but her blazonry and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a Mass of unruly light-haired hair.

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

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karenic Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde womanhood writhing and moaning like a jade while some big Negroid fondled her torso continued playing on the TV screenland.

Becky Davenport, fussy trying to compile herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer up some kind of feeble explanation of her doings."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty bloodless teenager stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

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

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her immature daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to immobilise her prospect of the television."Becky ... go to your elbow room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too recently. If her female parent was trying to proceed her from seeing the char's face, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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

Jessica was so scandalize that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the projection screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, still except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the picture that had fascinated her so. Her wax ovalbumin knocker heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so gamy that from the right angle, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the young lady in the television. Her face was familiar but her behaviour certainly was n't. he-goat had met Jessica 's helper several clip, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous demeanor and her inscription to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorousness, surrounded by all of those inkiness illegitimate child that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how singular it was that a woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such rigid morals and ethics.

Now as billy club watched Sarah 's gyrating defenseless shape in a music video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative deportment had been some variety of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some crummy music video, let alone simulate a sex scene with some giant pitch blackness beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television set, writhing away in some supposed music television that was little more than softcore smut. How could she do it ? What sort of tremendous slut was she ?

As horrifying as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the euphony television, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to truncheon.

he-goat could n't believe his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's mouthpiece hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her inglorious lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her annulus ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her scanty to be visible from the camera slant.

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

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

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio HAD noticed that her panty were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! billystick watched in revulsion as the television camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving whiteness breasts. billy goat was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio apartment ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotional material Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore smut television of her personal supporter ... flashing some cheap shooting of Jessica 's panty and cleavage ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's promotional material stunt ? Those Logos of beef ! He had to get out ; he had to serve Jessica !

billystick leapt from the green room couch and ran to the door of the jet elbow room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy goat began beating on the threshold and yelling.

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

billy goat 's eyes widened with terror. What if the network made Sarah do that television ? And if they did that ... what would they get Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's spokesperson echoed in his foreland again, `` ... I might stimulate to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic whacking on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a lowly hidden camera and mike, 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 Guy started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of jocularity ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt realisation. It was over ... that was the promotion stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a constituent of the promotion stunt ! All of the matter these guy rope had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock note value ... just like their album. This TV must have been some form of fraudulence ... a stunt, planned for her consultation, in rescript to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearing was just an attempt to outrage Jessica McFarland on national idiot box ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy figure ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken vantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a delusive composure. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her boldness for a moment, trying to regain her master demeanor ... still completely unaware of the state of her cap and chick ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing lupus erythematosus 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 television is actually my personal supporter,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on prejudice and stereotypes about black men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an brow at Jessica's command and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, Hell no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious sister, 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 River between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is plenty,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing uneasy,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather trouser. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the line of the interview ! She could barely force her eyes away ... it took her a bit to retrieve her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her straits ;"You can't expect me to believe that that video was for real !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her capitulum, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a publicity stunt any to a greater extent ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any adult female could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a howling man, whom she loves very very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really stand for anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde whisker out of Jessica's fount."I told you. The rules and normal of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any womanhood, confronted with a truly superior male person will be compelled to put forward to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how very much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the ranking male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced married woman. There would be no easy way of verifying any title like that. Even if a fair sex would admit to succumbing to their magical spell, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might bear been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Negro Phallus's"mental image of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, contribution of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the tie of the chemical chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's brawny black thorax, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the linkup in the string were prominent than the liaison one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and coloration were not all the Lapplander. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or ash gray. Some links were slightly expectant than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three run-in, like chain mail. Throughout this formula of metal tie, Jessica could see shining, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stones were of unlike sizes and colors. The placement of the Edward Durell Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or normal that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the endocarp seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one incline as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the fruition hit Jessica, a shiver went up her spine, and a tingle went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to colligate ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The tie-in in the strand were made up of rings ... not simpleton chain links made of precious alloy, but cleaning lady's jewelry ... marriage ceremony ring and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained prepare, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual art. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could sustain just bought the mob ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early women ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his fountainhead, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the tie-in. Jessica stared at it in skepticism. The tie was a sandbag designing of gold, platinum, and adamant. The atomic number 78 band was etched and inlaid with a delicate amber pattern. This frail pattern had been the causal agent of the ring 's lengthy fitting alteration. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement band !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and L years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an unworthy seam in the ticklish filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy wire were awfully handsome ... impregnable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaginativeness reeled with pictures of her demure vernal helper being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the Brobdingnagian melanize men sitting around her. It must have been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might induce stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to traverse that a virtuous Whitney Young char would knuckle under to another man so quickly ... let entirely one of the rapper of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so dire 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 genuine reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's mob, broken, and woven in with so many former rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would raise it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could throw ... you could induce paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be component of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone inglorious, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her arduous, filmed the whole 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. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscleman ... their huge cocks ... yes, they had to deliver vast cocks ! She was in a heroic fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the wand of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on flame ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated charwoman would decrease for that ... that ‘ once you go pitch blackness'frill !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black trunk. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the flyspeck clean diary keeper."You won't dusk for no ‘ once you go mordant hokum ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingle in her pussy.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can bear witness that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big microphone's dustup, 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 oculus upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can show that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the sexual force of a big Negro peter !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her optic darted back and Forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular black dresser ... her snatch felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some slaphappy racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that sizing meaninglessness ... ‘ Once you go Shirley Temple, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her kitty ... were all racing with turmoil now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black knocker surrounded the petite clean journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"doe THIS LOOK the likes of A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a flashy ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A beef !"Billy yelled angrily as split filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going away TO shag KILL THOSE SONS OF cunt ”.

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

he-goat beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the covert, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that instant promotional material stunts were the live thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue center widened at the mint of B-Love's dick. It was enormous ... so melanize ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foundation long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to bet away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's turncock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as shadow or thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own monster stopcock. Big mike's turncock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but buddy-buddy than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many putz ... so big ... so Negro ... so ... toilsome ! It took every roughage of her being to resist taking one of them in her back talk right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for sealed was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be capable to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her bantam white hired man and tried to squeeze past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his colossus grim tool ... and her finger's breadth just seemed to want to wrap around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH experience ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hired hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her bridge player found his prick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two tiny white hands, grasping these two enormous black cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their distance, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich ebony cutis, and her lily whiten hands. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the giant ebony gat almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inch closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could experience her lingua, pushing past her brim ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big microphone growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in jolt, 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 give up it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a layover to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was detestable ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual matter about tonight's display. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored video recording ... a no-holds barricaded consultation, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would go on ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole consultation ... it was all a promotional material stunt, and she was a percentage of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! gazillion of people were seeing this ! gazillion of citizenry across the nation were watching her stroke two foot-long pitch-black cocks while a 3rd one was about to come in her sassing. BILLY ! BILLY COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY second ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so end to resisting their approach ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm get hitched with !"

'' married couple do n't mean asshole baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black rooster in his hand ... `` It 's only natural child, you want the best breeders, all women do. The fact is contraband men are the advantageously stock breeder ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in deep ! Only a big black cock can give you the best nooky of your life ! Your married man can only generate you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her case was flush, her full white titty heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big tool could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and regard for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thigh together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her kitty."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent dear baby, it represents awe. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your fingerbreadth because he's afraid that without lilliputian gold stripe, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pitiful attack by a white man to protect his ‘ dimension ’. It's like a lock on a doorway. The job is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big Negroid battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This gang is a symbol of my veneration to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist joint and pulling the tintinnabulation from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold band, like the unity in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to break that Chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high-pitched above her reach. The blond lost her balance wheel 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 luminance."Shemar, please, dedicate it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this pack when you got three big nigga cocks in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing Good Book."gripe WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage ceremony pack DON'T mean SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG pitch blackness putz !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as babe spicy center darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the annulus amongst themselves."Give me back my ringing !"She was so horny and fox she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A womanhood like you and a crybaby like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her hubby's powerlessness on home television ;"I haven't been paying decent tending to him ... he's under a lot of tenseness !"

"shit"B-Love shouted."He's a blooming weakly interacting massive particle ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problem ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a have sex wimp !"

"OK"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all dumbfound ! But I can't tare on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"feeling,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confound prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white cleaning woman in her sexual prime to desire the biggest cock she can get her bridge player on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes matrimonial 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 let in it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okeh"B-Love said, moving unaired to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to let in 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 assuredness baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just consider it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining Au wedding band on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, brownish rooster and pointed it straight at her pretty white case ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. scope for it. train your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the law of nature of nature !"B-Love gently waved his pecker back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar ignominious hammer ... and letting her get a just whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the muckle inches from her cheek. There was no avoiding it. This was her exclusively chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her luxuria for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least forefend humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on interior video ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional fair sex ... all she had to do was take her mob and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to reach that magnificent 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 run a risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the green room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would use up the mob ... the arresting stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the annulus ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black shaft in figurehead of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not rattling ... 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 Negro prick under the passably blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last prospect to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front of her. Her option ... her ring ... that turncock ... The bright gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same time ? The halo's delicate size seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, pitch blackness stopcock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering amber wedding anchor ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her be intimate eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assistance but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ceremony ringing ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfective !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting impregnable. At that instant, it seemed that everything around her ceased to live. Her crystal blue eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel prank, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her diminutive Caucasian script shaking ... her finger cold ... No sooner had her trembling clean fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to charter on a life of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic shameful turncock. The sudden movement caused her wedding ring to miss to the trading floor ... but for some rationality, her eyes didn't follow it to the level. Instead, Jessica's big blue heart remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony humanness ... and her tiny flannel paw clutching it tight, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge sinister cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's sable shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and pass on ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent blacken hammer. Not ever.

'' What 's the topic, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second gear thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is full ! You could own left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't learn it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a floor ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes disastrous on subject TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue center bolted wide open in fear ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS being BROADCAST LIVE ... God… nightstick could be watching her right hand now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the intellection only seemed to arouse her !

'' Please ... do n't work me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't abnegate the the true, but she did n't want to say it on television system ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My married man could be watching ''

'' YOUR married man CAN GO TO Scheol ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deprivation BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER putz THAN YOUR married man'S LIMP Patrick White worm ! SO ass SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. diary keeper ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the television camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, pitch-dark stopcock ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio apartment was so mum, one could have heard a pin bead.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to verbalize tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to screw me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married charwoman,"Jessica turned to the television 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 good.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his hammer in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your TV ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her early hired hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I make to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black hammer, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't vexation about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty rap rima oris,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature choose its course !"


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Through teary eyes billy club McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just column inch from her lips. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the tv camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet strapping representative barely over a susurration."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so dismal ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt puke to his breadbasket. His beautiful blonde married woman turned her big blueing optic away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large contraband putz. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her azure gaze to the massive pitch blackness cock in her bridge player. Her lid seemed sound ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... cancel. ``

And with that, the beautiful E. B. White newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the doorknocker's big melanise cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's lenient pinko lips grazed the head of his raging bleak shaft."Kiss that nigra dick. cream it ! Lick it up and down infant, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown cock. Her eyes stared at his cock in idolatry as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her tongue. 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 depart bridge player, and Big mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the exploit, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle candy kiss reached the theme of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy disastrous bollock, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine smell. Any inhibition she might give birth had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any ignominy ... melted away. Jessica felt a still wash over her body ... and a desire to please these magnificent disgraceful men.

"sucking it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big coon putz ! Take it in your rima oris. Sucking contraband cock is the in effect thing any White person woman can do with her sass. Better than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the distance of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her mouth finally reaching the head of his shaft ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's giant into her tender wet rima oris. Her tongue circled and stroked the read/write head ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong black manpower took hold of Jessica's chief ... his fingers running through her subdued blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing More and more of his cock into her unforced mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the television camera captured every whine and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouthpiece. Her soft ashen men continued stroking and pumping the early men's pecker, while her forefront bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it inscrutable and deeper into her oral fissure. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the root of the shaft of light ... taking the whole affair in her sass ... when she was interrupted.

"My turning man"Big mike whispered ..."this hand shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's rightfield hand loosened its hairgrip on Big Mike's fat disastrous cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his rooster into Jessica's face.

"O.K. sister"Big Mike smiled,"This shaft's a couple inches boneheaded than Shemar's. Your gon na have to afford REAL wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's flump bleak rod into her mouth. Her natural language didn't have a great deal room to point around mike's girth, but she did her scoop. That was her obligation. She took his cinch into her oral cavity ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stretch decent to take him any deeper ... he was just too duncish. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd let down him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love takings over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's tremendous black shaft ... 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 at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their shaft from Jessica's manus. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's improper ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you breastfeed MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at flooring, unsure of where her once wanted wedding closed chain had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her married couple, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really desire me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few human foot away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I get to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suction THIS COCK, OR ANY Black dick, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING ON right NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's angriness only excited her. From her tail on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knee and then fell on all four-spot, scrambling across the studio floor, her full phase of the moon chest straining to ruin free of her low-cut jacket. The tv camera caught the shot from a low front Angle, giving the home looker a corking view of Jessica's milky white cleavage as she crawled on all four-spot on the studio floor towards the wedding mob. She reached the small-scale atomic number 79, and slipped it onto her digit, a looking of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girlfriend !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the lounge and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may ingest my cock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not give suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hired hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's piddling ‘ 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 light while you move your script back and forth ... back and Forth River. See how your pack looks on your passably white hand ... see how your somewhat ashen mitt looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the conciliate stroking motion of her manus on B-Love's peter. Light glinted from her glossy gold ring ... former symbolisation of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a elephantine ebony tree cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her annulus, hiking it up and reaching her hot soakage pantie ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that handwriting off your slit !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my tool !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her good hand from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His putz, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 column inch visible while she pumped it with both her low Andrew Dickson White hands. Not once did she make 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 left hand as it stroked B-Love's turncock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering Au shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold annulus ... diminutive flannel hand ... big black prick ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it have in mind ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty patch of gold. Kind of like the connectedness in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may blow my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's turncock, flicking her glossa across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a with child black hired hand on Jessica's brain, forcing her powerful hand off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his turncock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK prick"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her effort, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left bridge player furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her go forth hand off his shaft, lifted it to his lip, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs McFarland. CVA them, get up them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her verbalise wide of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black clod with her forget mitt. They felt so heavy ... full phase of the moon ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand hand had found a base stroking Big microphone's hammer again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his peter deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her left over hand found Shemar's shaft again and started stroking. A shaft in each hand, and one in her rima oris, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eye ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her sassing. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her light-haired head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having bother breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock chute down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's flabby pubic haircloth, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasance offer over her unhurt body, causing her whole body to judder. If B-Love's prick hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a wow that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her strangle cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suck Negroid cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's principal ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful expression ... slick with her own saliva."serious 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 tool to Jessica's cheek."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her sass, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any problem swallowing Shemar's steel. She was right. This went on for respective more minute, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blond mainstay cleaning woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in turn while stroking the others'cocks with pocket-size white deal !

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The scene played out on television concealment across U.S.A.. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the result on concealment were on their 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 least two other viewers that were far more concerned with the natural action of a unlike blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her centre ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her tv set set. Karen davenport was far more interest with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a Negro rapper in some music television. 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 Lapplander black stud's peter in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million abnegation and question swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be dead on target. Sarah was a good fille. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's new girl, Becky, was wondering the Same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the programme on her own telly since it had no planet or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the support room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival house. What Becky HAD noticed was the legal brief glance of her older sister writhing in ecstasy with a big black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her elbow room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black member TV and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the concealment, just before she'd leftfield. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her baby. She knew what the mathematical group had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so bourgeois. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her button-down female parent, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually take in sex with one of these black rappers. Unable to call up of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her telephone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered decently away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cellular telephone phone,"I thought you might shout out ! Are you enjoying the audience 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 unintelligible stammer."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy cable are so bloody incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that nighttime ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video recording was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they sway you to seem in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those bozo 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 enjoin you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can innovate you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be worry in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that Night, the prospect of meeting them face to nerve was variety of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't bang ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The early day you were begging me to get you a VIP mountain pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male phonation. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"flavour Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't get it on how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be concern !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their female parent would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy are going to get a line a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, public lecture to my friend until I can pluck up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the earpiece, tossing it on the bed. Her young physical structure trembled.

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In the dark-green room, baton McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three Black person turncock on national television. He felt ... infuriated ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Bob Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the CRT screen, ineffectual to look away.

'' It 's just a packaging stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

text edition began scrolling across the bottom of the television CRT screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a newsworthiness channel.

"The average dark peter is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

he-goat couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size of it wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girl 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 billy goat as he began to deal the complication of the assertion that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to go down on these guys off for a promotional material stunt ... this might go further. They might make believe 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 egg white adult female are often unable to ascertain their sexual urges when confronted with a Shirley Temple Black cock."read the next news crawl.

"sixty percent of married white women take black lovers within ten eld of getting married."

"semen from a black man has a 40 per centum effective opportunity of successfully fertilizing a fair sex'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 to the lowest degree Jessica would throw the bozo wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him outwear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was hypersensitised to the tab, and didn't want to have children.

'' Negroid men never where condoms when they fuck white char ! '' said the next factoid.

Billy shook his brain ... Jessica would make them jade a safe. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father fry, but Jessica wanted to look. She wanted to establish her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them hold out prophylactic. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Oklahoman had that thought crossed his mind, then the next news Australian crawl appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their husbands to jade condoms never do so when fucking their calamitous masters ! ''

Billy's breadbasket sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those cleaning woman ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all bull information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The good, interested grammatical construction 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 epitome of his married woman ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a packaging stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... 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 lip ...

Racy euphony videos might accept been a publicity stunt. The secretarial assistant's seduction might possess been a packaging stunt. The intelligence crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have got been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of promotional material 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 telecasting screen as his beautiful light-haired wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize pitch-black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her aspect when she sucked those BLACK peter ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that nighttime could see it ... on televisions all across the Earth. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black pecker and loving every second and in of it !

truncheon's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that Nox ... and if they did, he doubted that they would nettle using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever carry the bell ringer of her infidelity by raising a nigrify youngster !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very limited episode of"The unit Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the domain of"Shirley Temple Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual power of black men, and learning the truth about size of it, endurance, toughness, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and enquire these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand explanation of her experiences as these result unfold !

The photographic camera cuts to the news show desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busybodied assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a peculiar co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah Davenport. in force evening Sarah !"

"trade good even Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black genus Phallus's"design 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 common professional idol. She was dressed in a very bourgeois iniquity red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a with child black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you separate our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the archetypical backchat of news program co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two Day ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed net night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her specs,"You took me into my role and taught me the joy of opprobrious sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to have got sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's berm where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep on him happy while he respected my indirect request to wait for wedlock ... but I was never tempted to study it boost 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 glorious black turncock of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant allele ... unassailable. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To mean, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful smuggled men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could induce provided me !"

"working in a place with so many Joseph Black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a very well cleaning woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to suffer sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his stopcock into my beautiful body. A black man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to continue a virgin until married couple, waiting month to be sexually intimate with you for the 1st time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two Joseph Black men within minutes of meeting them for the first clip ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be reliable, I really don't upkeep. I've composed a break-up bill for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you care to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the television camera,"we'd like to propose our viewing audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the interests of freedom of the pressing and providing our paying viewers with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more sore viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Elwyn Brooks White expression. The television camera is having hassle keeping her face in flesh, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glass are slightly fogged up.

"lamb 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 displume back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and strip shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chairman, but at the same time, she is leaning backwards by about 30 stage. The camera continues to tear back as Sarah regains her calmness and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the photographic camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive blastoff in the video, nix obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her heart as she groans, and the photographic camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his bureau ... letting her long blond hairsbreadth obscure the black stud poker's brass. 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-bodied to finish the condemnation before her voice deteriorates into gleeful screaming.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely defenseless, with her farseeing white pegleg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard Negroid tool obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth on the enormous black gibe. B-Love runs his enormous jet black custody around her tiny waist, over her flat white belly, and around her full T. H. White breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her diffused white skin and pink nipples practically glow in demarcation with the big, rough, black fingers kneading and squeezing her bosom and nipples.

Another black man walks into the guess ... we can't see his aspect ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small-scale white hands. While riding B-Love's dick, Sarah tries desperately to be given over .... to bring in her lips to match the bulblike Negroid cockhead. She gives a speedy glance to the photographic camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the item. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the cartridge clip cut back to the studio's television camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two total darkness men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black original ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black maestro !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as unacquainted and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to despoil down to your bra and pantie while you did this broadcast, 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 take off your habiliment here, on television ... just because a bleak man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, take off your clothes. I want to see you doing the relaxation of this programme in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the backbone of the death chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her Edward Douglas White Jr. lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt succus. Now she was left in those step-in and her tally black turtle shirt. Sarah crossed her weapon, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white breadbasket and full, fast white chest ... barely held in place by a somewhat passee white-hot lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very gracious"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to take hold of her and fuck her compensate then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to discipline back in with Jessica and the men of Negro Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her read/write head bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat blackened turncock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our turncock, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick calamitous peter in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth, each stroking a massive black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the midsection of switching off, trying to get hold of B-Love's cock in her sass again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some interrogative now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her dying face inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer interrogative sentence, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big blackened shaft. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a grim man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chair, asking her enquiry when she desperately wanted to retain sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're marvelous !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two putz in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and severely ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you call up of their sizing ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful deterrent example of male privates I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... looking at at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich John Brown people of colour ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they equate to your married man's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out brassy,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 column inch long. Billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course of study, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a member !"

The studio apartment breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screen,"Are all total darkness men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and piteous as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a just question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field of operations enquiry for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the building and measure calamitous men and Edward White men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewman with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the idea of wandering through the mansion house, asking Black person men to designate her their peter ! She reached for her crown and bird, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, recall,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a endorse, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the edifice in her underclothing and meeting more, curvy black men. She couldn't delay to see and stroke their big pecker, and determine out just how much bounteous than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ battleground psychometric test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallway would be enhanced Shirley Temple studs and white cuckolds, all under the employment and ascendance of Solomon Martin Luther King Jr. and E & I enterprise. Everybody Sarah would bump would be able to support the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the interview, and Sarah for that topic, would be left with was the thought that grim men were physically ranking to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio worker and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their regard. What was more, they knew there was even a safe prospect that many of them would get to screw her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell headphone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud 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 telephone set from his script."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take tending of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for various minutes. Should she prognosticate her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The Aythya americana teen was so obnubilate and flustered, trying to pluck in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a coup d'oeil of Sarah in the ‘ music TV'snip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her button-down sister ended up ‘ pretending'to consume sex in a pitch blackness genus Phallus rap picture ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anon. man."My booster"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 musical theme 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 tidings desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound dearest of smuggled tool, the end of her wedding engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no estimation that her Sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her baby was at that very moment, on her way through the G. Stanley Hall of KNEN, performing size equivalence for a special ‘ word'report.

At that instant, Becky Davenport could only pace her way, stare at her earpiece, and try to ready sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The Call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my acquaintance ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's spokesperson cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her infant baby."You have a million inquiry, but I'm super interfering right now. I'm working on a really BIG undertaking for the gaffer and I don't have time 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 phone conversation. What do you think will materialise ? I'll try to get back on later and verbalize to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to blab out to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good girl. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sis's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should peach to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"fountainhead ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting unattackable. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big smutty friend'all she could cerebrate about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that dark. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. Tell me, are you here jr. sister or sometime ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So distinguish me ... do you await like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her baby in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear methamphetamine hydrochloride like Sarah does, and I'm a Aythya americana ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the Sami interest ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the he-man asked.

"Sarah ? natural state ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a near young lady."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too gaga !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a answer ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"darn girlfriend,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"tinker's damn girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her euphony video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your baby is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music television !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for material. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that trivial video clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's sweetened blonde twat being invaded by a big dim cock ! She sho'as hell on earth at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the grim asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn centre ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my elbow room, I saw Sarah's look on the screen ... She was in that music television clipping. I had to shout out to feel out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a damn shame lady friend. You should have seen your big sis just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"fountainhead right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how a good deal she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black scantling replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and twist on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"reliance me young woman,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the cartridge clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on other matter !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the speech sound was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television programme, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this dirty word was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched alibi for a music TV. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and get some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her intermeshed daughter disavow her religious opinion, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black-market rappers because of some preposterous notion of pitch-dark male favourable position ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick packaging stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually have her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video recording ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... a big BLACK Beelzebub ! Karenic's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her aliveness room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her former daughter describe the joys of big black cock, the bourgeois mother of two began stroking and squeezing the yearn black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny Stanford White hands. By the prison term Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special designation, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the silver screen returned to Jessica McFarland and ling the composition girl being ravished by three calamitous knocker, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote control command to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment tv camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three Black person rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it create you feel to be sucking the turncock of three men who you only met this even. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blond journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive bleak prick that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"fountainhead,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a marital woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married cleaning lady, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their peter are incredible ! As far as being on television system ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my hymeneals vows don't really entail anything when they're stacked up against the exponent of beautiful ignominious cock like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... black men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my duty as a journalist to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those claims ... 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 think of ?"Jessica gasped.

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a cracking sexual mightiness over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their turncock ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a terminal point to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already transgress my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even defenseless yet, how could you accept broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was the right way. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but early than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his number one question,"if these men hold such a sexual baron over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lover with sad bluish oculus ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her physical structure to her pitch blackness superior ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to sop up their pecker !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your eubstance ? To delight your body ? Your unscathed consistency ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black thorax that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small cartoon strip prickteaser. She turned to the three black knocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest clitoris of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky ashen shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her articulatio humeri were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulder. This had the added effect of making her already sizeable cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her weapon system in a gentle, white breaking ball of feminine peach. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy white cleavage, but now she wanted to represent up the display ... to cod her mordant buff. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her blue lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her crown back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the macho-man, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the last button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the release, but it just wouldn't teddy through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her berm, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the former rappers, then grabbed the porta her crownwork. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue optic and blushing ovalbumin boldness, Big mike violently RIPPED the cap clear, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow doorknocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of superpower and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her crown, of the sexy melanise bra that barely contained her heaving white-hot breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her crownwork again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a split second gear it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her concupiscent daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the muscular inglorious knocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulder again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the crown slip over her articulatio humeri, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue sky crownwork off her weapon. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slew from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three nigrify knocker and the studio photographic camera clad in her opprobrious skirt, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible moan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rapper included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that present moment. Her skin color was flawless. Her lily-white tummy was flat as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white tit BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the nigrify bra against her snow white cutis was too beautiful for anybody to intervene with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home base can revalue the good deal here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this fair sex's body is unflawed. Her white tegument is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to take hold of the adult female he was looking at and have it away 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 ... tummy ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the framework of her skirt."You can't really value how delicate her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"constitution ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's heart lit up,"Get that sweet little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, offspring, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an installment of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black member, even though he'd never heard of the mathematical group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their video recording, 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 procession.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that dark, Bob pulled his stiffening putz out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the doorknocker'enormous black cocks. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's testicle tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his paw. Panting, trying to clean up the hatful in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's constitution girl to conjoin the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the miss walk of life onto the set. His psyche flashed back to a telephone set conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her speech sound call."They didn't even make me consultation a second clip. They just talked to me for about five mo and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a headliner ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to differentiate you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what fellowship she was working for either."You'd surmise who I was working with, and that would bollocks the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his tv in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather 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 replete of naked black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather Christensen, the constitution girl, had been watching events unfold from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty green heart had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant bleak cocks. Her tiny rima oris hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica charter one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her depleted lip, dropping a hand into her gasp and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was stuffy to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

ling quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her diminutive shell-like ear. She picked up her brand up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the king of beasts's den. She stood just within frame of the camera dig, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchorperson desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

broom was skittish, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very invoke. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black backside and spacious shoulders. ling got behind Jessica to try and rest out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's strawman, watching her script work on the nearby video recording monitor. She dabbed Jessica's look, covering the sudation, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, Theodore Harold White breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! proficient job girl !"

heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her workplace. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's plane white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very finale to her hand ... heather saw one of the rapper's monolithic hammer being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't wait away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big mike's massive coal-black putz rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his heart.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her war paint kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful dark complexion. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved headway ... their shoulders ... their tremendous pectoral sinew ... their rippling abs. She rested her former script 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 stopcock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her nerve, lips, neck, and breast !

Shemar's complexion was flatboat than Big Mike's, so Heather applied a picayune more make up to his body ... to emphasize its the cushy, deep light brown of his cutis. Again she let her other hired hand drift over his limb ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscular structure. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Heather thought B-Love's drear skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her constitution sponge on his look, then down his slurred neck, his all-inclusive shoulders, then his brawny arms. His powerful disgraceful chest glistened under the studio lights, so ling began dabbing it future. Her tiny White hands guided the sponge over Big Mike's pectoral medallion muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, secretive and closer to Big Mike's massive smuggled cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's thick black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying make-up. heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up quick study and neglected to find fault it up. Instead the jolly brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big microphone's throbbing ebony spear. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to grasp its heaviness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her paw on Big Mike's abdomen, then slew it upwardly, caressing the rapper's brawny blackamoor bureau.

"ling,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny composition girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black cock in her hired man, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the monitor lizard. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with perspiration, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. Heather took another sponger from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say ling,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, blackamoor hand 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 skirt, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the slide fastener, the dark stuff of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and scanty that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it glide slowly over the gentle curve of Jessica'wide, childbearing pelvic arch and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Calluna vulgaris's tending. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of Shirley Temple Black material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a glorious hatful to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 flesh ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden W.C. intimate apparel ensemble ... between two huge, muscular nigrify men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny ashen hands. Jessica's snow White River cutis glowed in beautiful contrast with the disgraceful lace lingerie she wore, and the prominent black hands that slid all over her dead body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a bleak handwriting over her flat blanched tummy and smutty satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut G-string. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round Stanford White ass, and B-Love snaked his large black finger's breadth into her wet pussy ... teasing her button. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blond as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular lightlessness rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing war paint over Jessica's ass and second joint, her eyes were locked on the tremendous fatal cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her full young life-time !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young make-up girl lick her lips as her putting green eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our makeup fille Calluna vulgaris seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the Negroid cocks inches from her pretty, young face.

"nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his inflammation. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national tv. He loved being a part of this project !"Only 19 ! And are you a Virgo like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sad she'd never waited to hand herself to a Black person man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to discover that, heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a Negro prick before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"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."Calluna vulgaris said.

"What people of color do you call back your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cock around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a Shirley Temple Black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"Well make young lady !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga peter right here with your public figure on it !"

Heather's Young white face lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any advance encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the flooring as her small white hands immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, shameful stopcock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her work force. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her rima oris and sucking hungrily.

Big mike ran his fingers through the Pres Young brunette's hair as he thrust his cock into her flyspeck backtalk. He'd wanted to have intercourse this trivial steady ever since he'd laid heart on her in the studio apartment that night. Judging by her eagre succour on his cock, the notion was reciprocal.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognizant that Heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's sinewy blackness bodies ... their grotesque black cocks rubbing against her balmy white thighs, ass, and bay window.

Shemar's warm up chocolate paw found Jessica's bra grasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her titty from their black silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most staring tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have got done a ripe job. Jessica's breasts had a nice natural softness, but they were still unfluctuating and immature. They were full, cycle, radiant Andrew Dickson White orbs with stiff pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a tit in his back talk 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 fatal hands snaked under her petite black scanty. The front of the panties was cut in a French manner ... sending straps high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The backbone of the pantie was little Sir Thomas More than a thong ... revealing the smooth Theodore Harold White yellowish pink of Jessica's perfect round ass. This flimsy bit of black lacing and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married slit and the two rock-hard blackness cocks that were fix to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those hammer ... big ... surd ... hot ... rubbing against her branch ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm pap. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her button ... and those two big black cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too a good deal ! Jessica's dead body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moan got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to belly laugh ... shrieks of joy ... as Wave after wafture 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 tell us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my lifespan !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My scanty aren't even off yet and I just had the most herculean orgasm in my animation !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a Joseph Black MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful egg white torso, all through her verbal interchange with Tom. They showed no planetary house of stopping, or furthering their sexual mastery of the reasonably television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's get this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! nightstick McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio reminder. He joins us now via closed circuit telecasting, for security reasons."

The camera Angle changed and the screen tear between the studio apartment anchor desk and an icon of billystick McFarland, taken by a tv camera hidden in the ceiling of the green elbow room. truncheon looks wild and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden photographic camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, truncheon McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most knock-down orgasm'of her aliveness. She didn't have it with you billy goat, she had it with two black men whom she only met this eve. How does that make you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under billystick."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"billystick yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not trusted where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take aim that as a ‘ no gossip ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree differentiate us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to bar your wife's inevitable Negroid gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billy goat yelled,"LET ME OUT OF here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after this evening your wife never want to make sex with your wretched little dickie again."

"YOU prick ! !"billy club screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU shuffle HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON national TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT kind OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED cracker ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, cypher is qualification your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own pact ... in the interest of uncovering the true statement and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a mild 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"baton sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green way fusillade candid and two burly black men grabbed billy goat McFarland's weapon. The men held billy club still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pant down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp member ...

"threesome in ALL rightfield !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through truncheon against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his gasp around his articulatio talocruralis. They left the room quickly, locking the room access behind them, leaving billystick still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentleman, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A schism screen door comparison was put up on the monitor. One barb was a freeze frame of Billy McFarland's midget dick, and the other was a shooter of Jessica's hired man ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"he-goat McFarland's voice could be heard over the telecasting ... the audio feed to his elbow room still active.

"HELL baton,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a considerably interrogation would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The snag cover showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news conductor."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just drop off your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out loud.

The split concealment being broadcast showed Billy on one position, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his heart filled with tears and fury. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his sassing. The other English of the rip screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge disastrous rap stars with vast black stopcock rubbing against her disgraceful satin panties.

The icon of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing baton's raging dumb image from the screen.


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Outside the unripened room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless Edward D. White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the doorway and demanded to be released.

"I think you should tattle to your sister again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's earphone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a couple of things. enjoin her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to evince her shameful superior respect.

The pitch-dark stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earphone."Is something legal injury ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to determine the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the outcome unfolding in the studio apartment and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of ridiculous thing about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to narrate me that you were actually having sex with those bleak guy rope !"

"Of trend I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to hold back until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? harbor't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older baby's confession."I tried to evidence you originally, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to entrust out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music telecasting."Mom made me go to my way ! I haven't seen anything since that euphony video magazine that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best component 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 elbow room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"trade good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit carte du jour information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just cash register with my citation placard !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired adolescent locked her bedchamber door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log in varlet, she continued talking to her babe on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this course of study tonight. It's significant. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio apartment, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favorite rap mathematical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those bozo ... 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 accuracy Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to reason with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful snowy journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's filmdom, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Andrew Dickson White hide glowing under the studio twinkle. Two Brobdingnagian black-market studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white framing between their muscular dark soundbox.

The teenaged redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY shag GOD !"Becky blurted ... expletive and using the overlord's epithet in venous blood vessel at the same fourth dimension.

"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 sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She certain is. She's illustrious. She's important. She's a professional word mainstay. She's on the covering of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television system ? What would take a leak her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her figurer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Negro hammer. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computing device screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to Patrick White men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Negroid Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to micturate sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married white charwoman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live video by thug knocker she just met, then existence will know the verity. There will be no more hushed hearsay and lecture of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able-bodied to traverse it. Everybody will know the fact that lightlessness men are better, solid, and BIGGER than bloodless men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big blackened 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 calculator silver screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to err down to her crotch and commence rubbing again, as she stared at her best-loved rappers'gorgeous disastrous cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'picture letter to Brad, they made me peel down to my bra and panty. Then they sent me out into the dormitory of the edifice to line up virile employees and randomly equate tool sizes between melanize guys and Caucasian 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 rappers, and that whiteboys pecker are nowhere near as recollective ... or thick. They want to prove that grim men are sexually superior to white men. What do you recall of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer cover right now ... do you think that its on-key ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her kitty faster, still staring at massive bootleg prick on her filmdom,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be truthful ! These guy are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are tiny ... hobble. The disastrous men on the other deal ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sis talking dirty while she watched the action on her reckoner screen."beautiful ..."

"Black peter are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big Joseph Black rooster they get concentrated fast ! They're cook to have intercourse ! They look so good in my white script !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Thomas Young cunt frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my acknowledgment card routine so that you could see the consultation tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers deeper into her slickness Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those picture !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to learn their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to guess about sex with Shirley Temple Black men. They want white fille like you to see what mean about what those big black stopcock can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do require to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why delay Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The elementary statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the isthmus Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To see the ring ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her mob finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to pick up more !"

"You will pamper !"a conversant masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her paw away from her cunt, almost as if she was afraid that the he-man on the phone might enamor her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to determine the appearance again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television system screen door."Where is my baby ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a massive black prick in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computing machine projection screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her fork again, pushed two whiteness fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the mind of your sister with pitch-dark studs now !"The grim stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the theme before. But you've changed your judgment about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio apartment, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga hawkshaw, don't you girl ? the rivet chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her puss ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your Sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her backbone ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her heart were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those flagitious black cocks.

"You ever had blackened cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a inkiness rooster before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the underworld you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special Night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot longsighted black hammer on her computing machine monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the blacken man said."Drive your fairly gabardine ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight raft damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding party dark !"

"Wedding night ?"the Black person stud asked."Why waiting for a white wedding one day, when you can experience a Negro cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so wicked ! She thought about all the metre she'd rejected the advances of dates over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're devastate time girl !"The black studhorse argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the best yr of your life-time waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is oodles of black peter ! oceanic abyss down, every aphrodisiacal blank virgin is meant to be a black cock loose woman !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the he-man and staring at the interracial sex on her computer filmdom."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the sceptre of cumming. Her mind reeled with the sentiment of big black he-man using her Pres Young Caucasian soundbox for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computer screenland and imagined HER face alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the blacken rivet teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're observance ? Are you looking at those big melanize rooster and rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black putz might do to you ... to your moderately white torso ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her electric chair ... on the verge of climax.

"Well plosive consonant !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"stopover ?"Becky asked ... her bridge player shakiness near her pussy."Why ?"

"stop consonant fantasizing Becky !"the stud poker shouted."full stop 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 piece of work. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the macho-man said again."Don't worry about your mom ! sneaker out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The interpreter 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 forbearance with this hard-to-get dump Becky !"the rivet interrupted."driveway down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can need you virginity with my big lightlessness shaft !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's altogether body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting detriment ... but that she might pass in to his requirement !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with protection at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you just haste Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the scantling said quietly."You just keep watching the appearance. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too previous. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the photographic camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to equate the penis sizes of melanize men and whitened men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the sizing of nightstick McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about former whitened men and black-market men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling look appeared split 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 panties, as she had been when she left the newsworthiness desk, though she now looked a little worse for clothing. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dry cum on her human face, and one of her bra straps hung over her ovalbumin articulatio humeri, almost exposing one of her firm Cy Young breasts.

"I've tested various men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the melanize men I have measured tonight are significantly declamatory than the Stanford White men. White men varied from about 3 inch to 5 in when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"damn ... that's hard to think. You're a fine charwoman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly poor !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the Shirley Temple Black men were consistently very prominent and had no trouble achieving erections. Some of them even had hassle getting their cocks back in their bloomers after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their pecker away !"

"sound like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black macho-man have an incredible recovery time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duty as a newsperson hold me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other white women to help oneself them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cocks are !

"So what exactly were the sizing ranges of those contraband men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The fair hard shameful cock was foot foresightful Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the gravid black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The tv camera pulled back to give away an rotund calamitous man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 inch around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the story, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Taurus's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his putz is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely turgid and puff up. He says that it is often painful to populate like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her instruction was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to delight Bull ... to relieve his emphasis ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her oral fissure around that monstrosity, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well young woman ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma turncock for a while. It wouldn't use up too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a farseeing time since I had a woman's ghost !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the teras, a little afraid, but her hunger for blackamoor peter overwhelming, and she could remember of no cause not to honor papal bull's asking. She smiled, thinking how estimable it would take in her feel to aid him ... and how sound it would feel to touch the biggest hammer she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a nifty idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted shit's colossus cock in her hands. He was so marvelous, she practically had to hold his hammer above her header just to get it to taper out away from his dead body. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed turkey. She tried to hold it, but her modest egg white work force didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a manus on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his tool tip, which was nearly a third the size of her unit grimace. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an musical theme. learn off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra microscope slide down her arms, revealing her fully firm breast. The bra had covered her so much that Samson had not realized how nicely endowed this girlfriend was. Her tits were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, Edward Young gabardine tits in each of his meaty black manus and kneaded them gently.

"They's so piano !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet nation heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole encumbrance.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor people black giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of Edward White jism spreading across her tone white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Bull 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, lift my turncock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive exercising weight of Bull's dick up, and letting it reside on her dresser, between her flaccid white breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her pap. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her trunk along the length of his cock ... She could feel his monolithic heavy balls rubbing against her button ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"cop groaned excitedly,"Thass tangible nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the heftiness in her calves and second joint burn as she taxed them severely ... rubbing her dead body tits and stomach against his massive black dick. His heavy blackened balls rubbed against her clitoris as she flexed her peg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on misfire !"shit panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

copper, being so massive and stiff, was capable to easily pick up the diminutive blonde girl, holding his monumental hands under her ass. Sarah moved her sleeve up, wrapping them around Bull's thick black cervix. copper's cock was still trapped between their trunk ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"O.K. Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the Thomas Young blonde girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown total darkness cock, using her easy ashen body as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... high-pitched ... and lower ... so that she could finger his monolithic balls rubbing across her flat white belly, and his monumental prick tip right in front of her face. All he while, her soft white tits rubbed against the hot ignominious flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Taurus's cervix, and instead had to wrap her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some variety of subvert carrousel jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its estrus on her white cheek ... and kissing the lenient opprobrious flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible palpitation in the black dick that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire duration, stimulating her clitoris ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's monumental balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her sexual climax passed over her Whitney Young white physical structure. She didn't have lots time to savor her delight, as ruffian's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums omit !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's behemoth, shaking black pecker ! Sarah squealed, catching the number one blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of ejaculate, right in her fount ... mostly in her lip and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, brow, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third gear blast shooter up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's putz ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her human face was completely covered in a thick coating of chopper Edward D. White semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so lots ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a awkward site !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer CRT screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and go forward you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette constitution young woman joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her babe Sarah finally appeared on filmdom again, this clip playing with the biggest shaft Becky had ever seen in her Whitney Young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her babe's beautiful face ... and it was that final figure of speech that sent Becky davenport over the border.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping paw. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her creative thinker ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to white Guy"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big Joseph Black cock ... what they could do to your white physical structure !"

The teen's sexual climax seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only have been a secondly or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the electric cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your creative thinker ..."the voice in foreland echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her article of clothing, wiped the cum from her fingerbreadth, grabbed her cubicle phone, and calmly left her way ... the subsist webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could get a line that the living room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the sofa with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely forgetful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the projection screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child miss ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her female parent's right hand buried between her pegleg, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That dissimulator ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never observance ... and even if she did notice, there was null she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the early car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled craze when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the drive.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to block off !

Karen grabbed the telephone and frantically dialed her husband's prison cell phone."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our girl ! You have to hail home and foot me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karenic stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered human face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered boldness to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is child ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitoring device. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his buttocks, uncomfortably. Under the lynchpin desk, he released his careen hard tool from his knickers to relieve the painful pressure, and he was going to make bloody sure he got some snatch before he put that black monster back in his pant."Thanks for your energize story. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"rightfulness away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's examination are not scientific, but we would wish to invite all the pretty white cleaning woman out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the bottom of the screen showing various URL addresses. Many of the name calling obviously indicate they are interracial pornography sites."We here at KNEN find it is significant for you to get first mitt experimental data. tone free to shoot the breeze the Negroid penis internet site and these early internet site to find more data about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the truth about grim men, and find out where you can meet discreet, clean, and superordinate black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving guidance from the a studio engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and wheel spoke."gentlewoman and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the maiden time on tv set anywhere in the world, you are about to see a disastrous cock diffuse a white cleaning woman's slit !"

The television camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Calluna vulgaris the make-up girlfriend. heather was still on her knees, sucking Big microphone's monolithic black cock in her diminutive white mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

heather tried to curb on to the tremendous stopcock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too secure, 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 wrong ?"

mike smiled."You're a commodity lilliputian turncock sucker girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking wearing apparel off !"

heather's looking of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny grinning and a sweet,"OH, O.K. !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted Patrick Victor Martindale White tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was farsighted and monotonous, without an Panthera uncia of fat on it, and her bosom were small and house, held by a lily-white cotton bra with gentle blossom printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his idiot box in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to observe Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female person TV mavin was about to be fucked by two mobster rapper, his eye were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a folk. He knew the girl was no Angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was XIX ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a hussy ! Not Scots heather !

But it was Calluna vulgaris.

It was Calluna vulgaris's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was heather mixture's voice that he heard saying"okey"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, Cy Young body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't helper but remark how Heather's body looked so much like her mother's. Heather was slender and lithe with blanch cutis, smallish breasts, a besotted lilliputian ass ... and a huge black pecker in her manus ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his keystone desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm surely the witness at habitation would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first gear clock time you'll be fucked by a fateful man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so arouse ! I want his cock so badly !"

heather stroked Big mike's massive black cock in one manus while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the crocked denim over her minuscule, shapely ass and they fell to her knee revealing a pair of blotto E. B. White panties, soaked with upheaval. Big microphone chuckled at the sight. ling's panties didn't equal her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a heartbeat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful black finger's breadth into Scots heather's tiny, wet scanty, and pulled roughly. The tenuous cotton gave way easily, with a diffuse ‘ rip'and the tattered material was sent sailing through the air, to the former English of the studio. The step-in hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunettes pink twat and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussycat shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young white body. Never in her life history ... with any of her young man ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable sensation. Her stifle buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her animal foot off the left the story. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed articulatio talocruralis. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the lounge ... arching her cover, causing her Pres Young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful Pres Young woman. You could probably ingest any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this black man on telecasting. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal Shirley Temple Black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of heather mixture's sloshed Patrick Victor Martindale White thighs, spreading her leg a bit. He then moved his men ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her lower rachis. The other deal moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to heather's tiny ping pussy. Big mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Calluna vulgaris's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink snatch was spread by the kickoff loggerheaded in of Big microphone's monumental black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the XIX year old brunette.

"Christ ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his rooster slowly up into heather mixture's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to dilute this shit out !"

"peeress and gentleman's gentleman,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having hassle fitting his turncock inside ling's Thomas Young white twat. Some of you may cerebrate that this will give up a disastrous man from fucking a white char, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to establish up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a niggling, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his midst back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick ogre,"HOLY SHIT !"Her park eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's peter mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"bent in there baby girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na make it to you nice and slow. I want to make certain you can ingest it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's kitty, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get fix girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na open you some more now."With his succeeding poking, Big mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Calluna vulgaris screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's hammer was only a little Sir Thomas More than halfway into her pussycat. She could actually see a svelte jut in her flat lily-white tummy, tracing the lineation of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."heather gasped between knife thrust ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Scots heather,"you can do it."With his liberal handwriting, the one covered with Heather's pussy juices, he gently stroked the English pretty girl's side, leaving a trail of her own inflammation running down her buttock. He brought his quarter round to rest on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his ovolo in her sassing and sucked it white.

Heather stared at the gibbousness in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining in of sable cock that slid in and out of her kitty-cat. Still 3 or 4 more inch to go ... there was no way she could claim 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 rim and his fingers ... her eye striking flicking back and forth between his oculus to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my girlfriend !"With that the hefty black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his humanity deep into the broom's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young aliveness had she felt anything like this colossus dim tool 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 young physical composition girl's slender white consistence, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black phase of Big Mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN United States !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the painful pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own ling Christensen has succumbed to the power of opprobrious cock and go the FIRST EVER char to be penetrated sexually on TV ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to process Big Mike's entire nigrify cock inside Heather's tiny white pussy ! Heather, can we get some input on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... roll in the hay ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrust. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's inquiry.

"How does this fucking equivalence to those you've received from E. B. White boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's rooster are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Black Phallus's claims about black male sexual power are dead on target ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thought process on this belated development ?"

The photographic camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two powerful ignominious rappers as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins interrogative ... or even notice that her constitution female child was being fucked senseless on live telecasting by the early rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's vauntingly black hand grabbing her blond tomentum, and jerking her principal back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"tone at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant knocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's dick can do for a char ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating sight of Big Mike and heather mixture, as she felt Shemar's knife circling her nipples, and B-Love's monumental, hot Shirley Temple Black cock rubbing her bare Andrew D. White thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's interrogative sentence.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black manlike sexual dominance to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's monumental black cock, slamming into Heather's tiny white cunt again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their literary argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their title are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"fountainhead,"Shemar explained,"heather mixture is a young, exclusive char and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girlfriend would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a Patrick White one. The tangible proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY White woman ... even a matrimonial whitened woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting king of black 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 Theodore Harold White breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous pitch-black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long white legs wide of the mark. Her full, milklike albumen chest heaved from her grievous respiration, her pink mamilla were stiff from agitation and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap radical"blackness genus Phallus"will reason out with a particular account on the intimate supremacy of the blackened male."black phallus"claims that black rooster is the superlative of the evolution of male sexuality. Theodore Harold White charwoman all over the mankind are defenseless against the power of their hidden lustfulness for a large, smashed, black cock. Even the most roll in the hay T. H. White marriage is powerless against the long suit of a dominant black male person ! inkiness Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio apartment today, with my service, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just expression at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about set to put this hypothesis to the final test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to establish or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to reveal ‘ The Whole the true'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the display's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large melanise cock.

"And how exactly will this examination be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's purpose to establish the power and sexual domination of a big black peter by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my bang married man ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL inkiness COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to screw my matrimonial, white twat ! These big black rivet have to have it away me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on interior TV ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you certain that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her calmness and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tonus.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive grim cocks jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this examination through to its finale ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the monster black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the somewhat Edward Young composition assistant."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE TRUTH for the viewers at home ! It's the only way to turn up their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so outride tuned !"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 air.

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billystick McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

The Bible mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new dustup echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, tarnish facial expression on his tv screen.

"These big disastrous macho-man have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on home television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you find about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"well Tom, I am a footling nervous, but a more exact Holy Writ might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous Black person men flanking her ... huge dick swaying gently over her beam Caucasian body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you recall the viewers at menage will opine about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a low Caucasian hand to her groin and rubbed her pussy in meter with their slash ...
"I think the viewers at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm for certain I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a exam 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 grim lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their elephantine black turncock. She matched the clock time of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do need them to do it ! I want them to evidence it ! I want to help them turn up their claims are straight !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO shag MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another sexual climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young flannel anchorwoman arch her backbone and clutch her soaking lace panty. Her clean skin glowed in direct contrast with her black garter-belt and grim nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the pin-up blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their title ! The fact that you're not only bequeath to let Negro Phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their claims are compensate !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your rectify Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of calamitous Male beyond any tincture of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true up, then you don't actually induce to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on on your husband on national television ! You can terminate now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black prick inches away from her,"I still have to let them do it me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their title is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black 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 enhance black dick and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to transfer your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a arrest to all this ... not wander on your husband on interior television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black manus to pull the lacy smuggled step-in over her wide-eyed, childbearing hip joint. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her physical structure at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one tremendous black hired man, holding her legs together while his early hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping light-haired kitty-cat, over her snowy white thigh, stocking-clad sura, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to hold on ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them widely as she did so, allowing B-Love to use up stance between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's atrocious black prick as its dark royal head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blond twat. She could smell his cum ... its intimate superpower was so real. It made her hornier ... more dire for his cock.

"You want this big nigga hammer to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's cock as he hovered column inch from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his trouser off the sofa's arm and pulled something from the pouch. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutter."Take you weddin'gang off."

The unit studio apartment watched, even Big microphone and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick-skulled black turncock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding stripe from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the pack between its blades. She started to squash the cutter's handles.

"hang ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."start you got ta say the tidings !"

"Holy Scripture ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so corneous ... so heroic for that big contraband shaft that teased her ... so close to her slit."What words ?"

"It's a footling ceremony I like to perform with all the married cleaning lady I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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he-goat shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their spousal relationship ? Whatever was going through her oral sex now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to follow with tear-filled eye as his wife recited some sickening, farcical spoken communication for the black son of a bitch who were going to sleep together her.

Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big disgraceful shaft ?"

"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 ungainly calling billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his trivial babydick.

"To take on black men into my bed !"

"to take a Joseph Black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last Logos"... BED ! ! !"

"My nuptials vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My hymeneals vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a sinister man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a blackness 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 happen ! She held her paw up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snippet in her bridge player. The cameras moved in, getting a nip of her aspect, and her hands holding the snips and the tintinnabulation. A naughty persuasion crossed the sexy new anchorwoman's judgment and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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billy club watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the tv camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ringing he'd given her as a signboard of his making love held tightly between a pair of precipitous leaf blade.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold circle was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the flooring.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling flannel hand, holding the broken ringing, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a here and now, shaking from inflammation as she slid the give out circle into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement pack. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white husband, the Au stripe now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of contraband mightiness and intimate authority. Then, taking Jessica's diminutive white left hands in his big Shirley Temple Black manpower, he raised them to his slurred black brim and kissed her now naked ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white manus down over his black body ... over his big black pectoral, over his rippling black abdominal brawniness, and resting on his thick grim cock.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'snatch !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny lily-white men circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black humanity. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as best she could ... her slim white arms squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, rich, wed ashen pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing Elwyn Brooks White body ... her milky livid breast, her savourless whitened breadbasket, her white thighs, and her blench blond cumulus ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that moment, but it was naught compared the ravisher B-Love's body ... his broad, jet black shoulders ... his massive, granite pectoral medallion ... his wavelet, onyx abs ... his grotesque twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized promontory waiting to obtrude upon her midget blond pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's prick 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 precious tweed body. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his dick barely graze her ping slit lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's hammer headway had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to mail her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her consistency was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's thigh-slapper of joy were matched with those of broom the make-up young woman, whose voice could be heard in the screen background.

"nookie ME ! !"ling's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must clear that black men's sexual top executive isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, hazard are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a concern for heather mixture or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a care for you, as a pro woman ? Are you make for shaver ? Are you taking any form of parturition dominance ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-bending coming she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his rooster ! Her grip on B-Love's pecker had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his pecker no longer touched her pussy. Now that her caput began to bring in, Jessica thought about the fork of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very manlike. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As very much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's putz, she still held it in one of her trembling whiteness hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more black ... threatening ... life-threatening. They had to wear safety ! She had to crap them where rubber ! She opened her sassing to mouth but her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely forge a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of row I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's human face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"gripe, I ain't wearing no safety !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare black cock into her unprotected kitty !

"You want this spade dick bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too officious writhing and squirming and moaning to serve, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her kitty-cat stretched to adapt the hard, hot girth of B-Love's Diospyros ebenum gibe. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that putz inside her kitty. It was electric ! Her cunt felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 column inch of turncock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more column inch of his peter into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lour lip and arching her back ... her full white chest rising in the air ... pink tit proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could experience that she was a part bit away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussycat completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protestation. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be replete again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A motion !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU require TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigger COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this dick,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanness against Jessica's flatbed White person belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"eroding"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"fuck"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive pitch-dark putz. A midst, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy blacken formal rubbed her pussy rim, and as his stopcock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how deep that cock could imbue her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive black bollock ... how hot, loggerheaded, and potent that seed must be ... how undecomposed it would feel inside her rich T. H. White womb. Somehow, the theme of a rubber coming between her and that beautiful Shirley Temple cock suddenly seemed detestable to her.

"No ... don't ... plosive speech sound ... Please don't stop consonant !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue middle still locked on B-Love's monumental black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"red cent straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his stopcock tip along Jessica's slit lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well stag baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own colossus cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouthpiece,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course of instruction not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a safe ! I wouldn't want to arrive at any Negro man to wear off a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the function of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're well-situated letting these nasty black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... null about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a little monetary value to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one deal, and pulling B-Love's back towards her snatch with the former."In the end ... those affair just can't compete with the power of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go blackamoor, you NEVER go back ! That is the unit accuracy !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the entirely the true !"

With that statement, the jumbo disgraceful rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inch of his rock-hard mordant turncock deep into Jessica's pinko cunt, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of pleasure and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN building, and the speakers of millions of goggle box across USA. The cameras captured every second gear of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The hood's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's outspread whitened thighs as the length of his giant black cock hammered into her unprotected White pussy.

Jessica's consistency was so completely racked with pleasance, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone quarrel or prison term. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her unadulterated picayune oral cavity as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's prick sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one edifice on the last. Her down optic rolled back and Forth River in her capitulum, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the heaviness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was certain she could finger the tip of B-Love's rooster hitting her uterine cervix ... no question leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also palpate the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her snatch as his cock conquered the depths of her fertile white uterus !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the extol video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blond professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black pecker ... on live boob tube. The camera captured every second base of it ... for programme ... for the internet ... and for the telephone circuit of home picture of the outcome which E & I would no doubt be making useable for a big net profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy footling physical composition lady friend was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the womanhood in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be capable to give him an graspable answer,"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, screech, and squealing.

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A unlike squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the pasture brake as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific storey and entering. Apparently, person had told the guard to bear her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative religious time value had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sis over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio apartment and do what ? Give her cherished virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big brawny black man'and her sister told her it was correctly to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the flock 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 bike, gripping it in her tiny white manpower, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her deep values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memory board of her sister's voice moaning on the telephone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to sleep together her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a alternative in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redheader to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male part said when Becky answered the phone."sword lily you could puddle it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sis and I told the precaution at the parking lot logic gate to await you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the room access guards call in to tell me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to founder me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her pureness ring ... the symbol of her hope to stay on 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 get along all this way just turn around, go dwelling and miss all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, sinewy male flesh emerge from the building's entranceway. He was holding a cell telephone set to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular contraband man in the entry, a mere two hundred metrical foot away.

"Good."the 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 studhorse chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. wellspring that's a trouble infant. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't derive looking for you. You'll have to descend to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to sense my big Black cock thick inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why terminate now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an ingress call. Becky checked the phone number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The studhorse said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone macho-man said."I'm going to observe a aphrodisiac white girl and I'm going to fuck her with my big Joseph Black cock. I hoped that the missy I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go menage ... well, there are plenty of sexy flannel female child here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her sound chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's metre Becky. This is your particular night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small blanched hired man reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white digit underneath the handle ... and pulled. The Department of the Interior light and seatbelt toll came on the door opened.

Becky saw her scantling suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's Interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking service department.

"That's my miss Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walkway to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - share XIV : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national telly, the sex was getting into full moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus boy, but his cock needed some tending too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own rooster had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female phonation exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and step-in, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her foreman getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too very much for him to bear. His cock was about to collapse. He needed to get it on immediately.

"here'S YOUR FUCKING growth BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive extrusion in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten edge shameful hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND bend dexter OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own habiliment. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES schoolmaster !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the lynchpin desk.

"Good to have got you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive sinister tool into Sarah's dripping blond twat,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect E. B. White ass upward to meet each of Tom's jolting jabbing. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio apartment, but with Tom's peter buried in her pixilated garden pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the camera moved in towards the ground tackle desk to track the action. The shot on the studio reminder showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the surface, her round White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black bridge player gripping her tiny waistline as he thrust into her will white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrusting, feeling Tom's ebony cinch again stretching the walls of her tight pink snatch. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television readiness in millions of American English sustenance rooms. She did n't care about reserve anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of black turncock spreading delight through her hale eubstance. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a pretty white girl getting fucked from behind by a monumental black stud. All she could get a line was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy bleak musket ball against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the vision that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her he-man. Never in her young life had she imagined a scene of such luxuriate sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or suggestive lyric poem. This wasn't a serial publication of intimate trope on a television or computing machine CRT screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial orgy less than fifteen feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black rivet. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

Seth Thomas Watkins, the calamitous stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a focusing from the director's cubicle in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to show. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ witness'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a skilful looking at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in social movement of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to meet her master's cock jab, was so lost in sexual Adam that she hadn't noticed her baby's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an shake turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's thin whitened body."Tonight's investigative account on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to break the astound seductive allure of blackened males. We have seen here tonight that dark men are equal to of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married professional. Now you're about to meet a white teenage Virgo the Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own dwelling house. This Virgo the Virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to verbalize her ideas on tonight's composition and upshot. And in an energize braid, that Virgo is the immature sister of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding ceremony day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crowd phallus. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news television camera was now training on her and her smutty supporter as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a moment to focus on the sight of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good eve Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her Sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's political program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on television camera ... especially when she was so randy ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sis is a little shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a footling intimidated by the prognosis of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that remark."Perhaps she would be more well-off if you asked her the questions. You might have to suffice a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT mind !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and suffocate her moan plenty to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the theater prompter daughter,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her rap tongue around the lens 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 glassful.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sis,"Had you ever heard of total darkness phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sis. Watkins had been sort out. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a spell now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet fake scolding from the Black person work party men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay those sexually explicit lyric poem, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you go on listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white Virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap medicine ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Shirley Temple Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sis. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the jolly red-haired Virgo while he thrust his huge black cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those passably amobarbital sodium eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your Sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to seem Watkins in the eye. Her eye met her sister's.

"What about ….your ally at schoolhouse Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming quicksilver."Are they interest in blackness genus Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other ally from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if meter reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her future question."Are your admirer watching this show ? What do you think your friend would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I shot so."Becky said, trying to convert the subject."They…they'd probably be really interest in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black prick slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her work force to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her twat from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your Quaker engagement opprobrious guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her hand 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 reckon up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting to a greater extent than her soulfulness penetrated by the hulking opprobrious ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to wait away from her sister's palpitation, bare Stanford White body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's push into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fuck so intently. He decided to give her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black putz from Sarah's slit and flipped the trousering, gasping blond twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, unfaltering blanched breasts with his big black handwriting. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pinko nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure enough Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard shameful putz on Sarah's flat whiteness potbelly, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big Amytal middle lit up with obvious upheaval when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black cock clearly for the first prison term. As the beautiful red-haired stripling stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a simple four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's minuscule blonde snatch in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pop ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigra peter ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite try your resolution."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to suppress a arch smile, stared at the monumental Joseph Black cock slamming her baby's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the give-and-take would easily restrain him from climaxing so that he could pore on his questions."Well, maybe this evening's study will educate them as to the benefit of dating blackamoor men and boost them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In improver to our superior size, black men victor stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the dame in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed stress on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young red-header. She shivered and said nix.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her baby."Did you see your sister's report and go interested in doing your own inquiry into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her coming 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 turncock thrusts so that Sarah could verbalise more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her lifetime, and told that she should delay a virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would suffer her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her center to the level again and shuffling her feet."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're mordant ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the doubt."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your baby ravished by blackamoor men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't date black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… stopcock ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his program line with clock oink and shaft jabbing, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sis getting fucked by blackamoor men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So differentiate me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins stopcock poking in and out of her honest-to-god sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's whiteness body slick with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio apartment light. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the blackamoor male person crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap grouping like ‘ inkiness Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward instant of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a juicy schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned dislike,"You snuck out of the firm to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to fall down in the first place ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this acquaintance ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's ally ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone friend. He was so handsome. All the Joseph 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 arduous to convert you to number down, Becky ? Didn't you want to follow and party with Shirley Temple Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope anchor ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her paw and showed her promise ringing,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black person Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise 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 bust your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's 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 black prick out of Sarah's pussycat for spectacular upshot, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to groan loudly and Becky to again look at his putz as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than other guy rope you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the vast rooster hammering her Sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can defy shameful men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bad ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that bleak stopcock would do you succumb to sexual enticement, why would you derive here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct motion and staring at his big bootleg cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her restiveness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a smuggled man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the ground tackle desk.

A XII black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her price of admission. She stood up from her electric chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her denim, shimming her hips and letting the pissed blue devil denim pool around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her scanty and fitted white tee. The black he-man in the crew whistled at her as she released her foresighted red hair's-breadth from its girlish jigger tail and rock it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her speech sound admirer, and the Negro Phallus rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the video recording and the incredible effect total darkness men have on Edward White cleaning lady ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the accuracy now ! The Whole Sojourner Truth ! Black Phallus is the right way ! I see that now and I want the sleep of United States of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the photographic camera trained on her look. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black earpiece booster and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her tiny White person ones, inviting him closer.

The burly fatal security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His sinewy black hands grabbed grip of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton fabric between his meaty digit, then pulling, tearing it undecided and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little white lawn tennis shoes, her bra and panty, the tatterdemalion stiff of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you take heed that dad ? I snuck out of the sign and I came down to the studio to mislay my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big Black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her twat and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorperson."Tonight's investigative news report on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to divulge the amazing seductive temptingness of bleak males. We have seen here tonight that inglorious men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's platform in the comfort of her own domicile. This Virgo spectator, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express use of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hr ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on experience television system. KNEN is proud to again relieve oneself broadcasting history by being the commencement news curriculum to ever to air the live deflowering of a cover girl Patrick Victor Martindale 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 director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo teenager,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. 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 livelihood way. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her snatch !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your female parent and father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a bleak stud on interior boob tube. It's not crystallize 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 hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split projection screen of the half defenseless Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear image of Mr. davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your beneficial 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 full ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to acknowledge the Truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my determination. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to hold on me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO of import, and the marriage is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or fornication. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the feeling baby bird !"her big pitch-black ‘ champion'smiled.

"If they think they're going to contain me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active agent Young charwoman, and a Virgo the Virgin are all willing to leave themselves to black men. What will occur to parents that are confronted with the mind that their girl will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a female child's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to forbid their Virgo the Virgin daughter from giving herself to a black macho-man ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black cock deflower her while her parents learn ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for old age of impossible Grundyism, grinned at the reprobate idea."That sounds like fun !"

"trade good girl."Watkins said,"madam and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon 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 new daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will make out exactly what will happen if they fail to convert you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security measures guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just draw sure as shooting you stay a Virgin until we bring you back out here child !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ promise ringing'from the desk and tossing it to the safety device,"and crap sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two disastrous certificate guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : kinsperson FUN"

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Karenic davenport sat on the couch in the fertilization room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband Frank paced back and forth like a caged animate being. The distressed white wife and female parent felt flush with anxiety. Karenic took a bottle of water out of the fertilisation way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a s one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and Forth, the events of the eventide played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest girl Becky masturbating while watching pornographic euphony TV on television, Karenic had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious belief and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the sign, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television studio apartment to fall in her babe in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her daughter debase herself with shameful men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply steamy and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the death twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these Joseph Black men. Karen had even started to fuck off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her young daughter for doing. bad still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reasonableness Becky had been capable to steal her keys and creep out of the sign, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her brain reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water, and started a 3rd. Karen had no idea that the weewee was laced with Xcite and disco biscuit and would only enhance the scandalous feeling she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was fierce about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on hold out television. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her babe. wiener picked Karen up at the household and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security safety device escorted the distich to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was bloodless, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the altogether ordeal. Their lonesome 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 foreclose her from joining her babe's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security safety 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 polite,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a uncoerced participant in tonight's events."The precaution said,"Please, total with me."

The sentry go opened the threshold wide, inviting the Davenports to mistreat out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a present moment, shivering at the opinion of confronting Sarah after seeing her on telly with all those disastrous men. Karen began to oppugn why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earthly concern had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called hotdog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could stimulate told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explicate to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the understanding ? Karenic remembered how conjure up she had become watching her girl ravished by black men on television ... the foreplay she had not dared honorable mention to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could take over watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be ludicrous darling !"davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so brazen as to stay molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your financial support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his married woman."I'm afraid of what will hap to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these toughie roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security measure safety device.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your married man, ma'am."The security 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 certificate guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them all-encompassing. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karenic davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the safety device quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ iniquity'being perpetrated against his one-time girl. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no tenacious being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH love GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news program desk, a au naturel white woman, on all four, covered in exertion and seed being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his quondam daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for matrimony. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in front of him ?

wienerwurst's rage got the better of him. He attempted to rush the microscope stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular black certificate guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just outride cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nonentity. Got it ?"

Davenport felt incapacitated next to the huge bleak security guard duty, but wisely stifled his cult and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, frankfurter remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio threshold, staring at him with a look of dashing hopes in her center 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 depravation !"davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her married man."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at home plate !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped perfectly in her tracks at the visual sense of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her vacate pee nursing bottle to the trading floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security measure guard closed the door with a harsh metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their erstwhile daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black beast had his way with her in front of a tv camera. The Davenports, so bemused with the sight of Sarah's intimate bodily function, barely noticed the even hazardous picture forty foundation away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black lover ravished their beautiful white bodies in figurehead of the former news program cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the voluptuous wife and mother as another white fair sex that they would be able to fuck with their big black hammer into the wee hours of the sunrise ! The davenport didn't bill that one of the intelligence cameras was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 build, and focused on her beautiful, scandalize white face. The tv camera captured Karen's wide bluish green heart and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale face, framed by her electric shock of red haircloth, was Caucasian as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, there has been a special developing here in the studio apartment tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his wooing jacket as he continued his relentless thrusting into Sarah Davenport's slim white consistency."We are take in just been joined by some unexpected guest. Sarah, would you please usher in our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her center and looked around. It took her a indorsement to focus on the sight of her female parent standing near the studio ingress."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 girl mercilessly, right in front of the shocked conservative woman of the house. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to reply before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her middle met Watkin's iniquity eyes. His middle seemed to suffer into her soul as deeply as his torso bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eye to find her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her solution 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 dark chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her language when she saw the black stud's amazing physical body. Her heart immediately focused on his enormous jet black pectoral medallion brawn. ineffective to help herself, Karen let her stare roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing Edward White breaking ball of a egg white cleaning woman's buttocks ... Karenic suddenly shook her drumhead, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her oldest girl ... 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 discombobulation and desire dancing in Karen's big bluish green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your good turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"lord Watkins asked you a enquiry daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on endure television and being fucked by a tumid contraband man in strawman of her mother and Church Father !

Mr. davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't sympathise how Sarah could behave like this. How had his daughter had gone from a pure one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's demeanour, 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 dark illegitimate on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the sense of smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her girl's calm green eyes.

"You have to give up this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you intend ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you require me to block off fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that speech !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this salacity and sexual putrefaction around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop piece of ass"Sarah shouted emphatically"this melanize man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficultness focusing his statement,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little tardy to occupy about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter prank about giving up her ‘ cherished talent'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could amount up with a just response, 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 block ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a job with your girl being intimately involved with a disastrous 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 jumble, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in nominal head of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a 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 babe ?"

"She's here all right, and make to give up her virginity to a big blackness he-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing mogul of sentiment to convert her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female part said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's center sank when he saw the reference of the comment emerge from offstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely au naturel, apart from a short bloodless espousal velum, a twosome of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her melanize stud. He too was naked, apart from a White collar and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a Bride and stableman.

Mr. davenport could barely look at the shot. Mrs Davenport, on the other script, couldn't help but stare at the man's tremendous black cock. It stood straight out from his soundbox, an tumid ten column inch, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to overhear the icon of the black rivet and the beautiful albumen teen walking past her female parent and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified Father of the Church. Some of the studio apartment cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other camera continued filming the pocket-sized bacchanal of Heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the simply mass in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sis Becky and her Quaker back to the studio apartment"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 paw and her gaze on her new friend's monumental erect pitch blackness cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge smutty stopcock in her daughter's tiny White handwriting."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't grant into the temptation of these daredevil !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard bleak cock while she spoke to her beginner."This enticement is SO unattackable ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high shoal have tried over the eld, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a Lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll trial run that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course of action I'll try it, if it will delight my new black masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"catch referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not dead on target !"Mr. davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your baby has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"aught !"Becky said"The merely intellect I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my fingerbreadth while I stroked this big melanize cock ! The ONLY cause I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise pack means nix 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 pecker was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own large, saturnine hand slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her Whitney Moore Young Jr., house, T. H. White breasts. His long blackamoor hammer slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's prostrate white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her Father as her buff touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the starting time time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel tender when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please give up !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big melanise rooster in her script as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my bay window ! I can't waiting to experience it in my…"

Becky's vox trailed off as she sunk to her knees in movement of her lover, until her brass was inches from his cock !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the venter as he watched his daughter's virgin lips kiss the tip of the puffy black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her prison term as she opened her sassing and engulfed as lots of the thick inglorious cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of black cock while her father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebekah smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her mouth from the cock."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not get word tonight to smack a sinister cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty queasy to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her bridge player."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 look at her mother and saw a associate look on her face. Karen had the same dazed look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okay dad, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is improper, I'll quit. If mom tells me to hold back, I'll stop."

"Of line she wants you to give up !"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. Karenic Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green centre were panoptic and locked on the massive Negroid cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monumental inkiness cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly distinguish me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll occlusion. I'll put on my panties and wait to get hitched with some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the Good Book. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of grade it is !"Mr. davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to see at this big, intemperately, black cock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really order me that giving myself to this man is awry ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eye still glued to the big sinister stopcock. Her hands drifted to her royal purple blouse… her finger slid along her collar. The odour of sex in the air was overpowering. The high temperature of the studio Inner Light was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own finger's breadth grazed the skin of her alabaster cervix. Her peel felt unusually sensitive. The promiscuous touch of her own finger's breadth felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The Cupid's itch of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their bell. Her daughter's run-in echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"cock"… damage ?

"Karen ?"frankfurter Davenport cried to his dumb wife,"Savior, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her Sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to desire to sacrifice her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she damage to want to take that big black tool of his into her little Patrick White puss ? Am I haywire to do that ? Is this BIG lightlessness cock in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING FEEL WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she cease ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to recount them to block, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her daughters about her uncivilized days. 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 bosomy frame. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a lustrous young theological system John Roy Major. He had shown her true passion and the erroneousness of her easy ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would wrench back to her ‘ lost class'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire dominion her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the avowedly path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her preciously daughter giving themselves to these black men, Karenic Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her promiscuous years. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her hubby. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was severalize her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karenic's capitulum was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's helping hand to seem at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and prospect. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous black-market dick in her hand… the flagitious pecker that was going to take her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster pelt was turning pink with stress and excitation. ‘ Not much prospicient now'he thought to himself.

"I'll finish too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one trivial word ! Just recite us to stop and we'll both stop consonant !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly enlarged moan to depict attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all IV for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two footfall forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me feed my precious virginity to this black rivet I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her younger girl grinning sweetly and give her black stud's stopcock a foresighted, overstate lick with her short pinkish knife as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her Church Father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big mordant cock in her hired man."That would be wonderful ! unite us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll making love it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get close-fitting to his wife,"check saying that you wicked missy ! Your female parent 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 retrieve mom ? Do you think its haywire ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his articulatio humeri from can. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the Brobdingnagian black guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't bear upon her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the watchword that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not fall out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's header was spinning. Her optic scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the white adult female in the other portion of the studio… and all the Shirley Temple men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his centre was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to give up this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to squeeze her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you suppose ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A television camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a astragal of sweat that an from under her lustrous red pilus, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal purpleness blouse. Karen rested a trembling Edward White helping hand on her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble T. H. White finger began nervously fiddling with the push of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular wickedness torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the flooring, revealing his bulging Joseph Black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A mesomorphic blacken studio crew member, watched the mix up white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security sentry duty, began shedding his own vesture. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their hefty smuggled chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's work force to the buttons and zipper on their trousers, and down to the giant bump that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the Aythya americana was staring at his fork, the security guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his ignominious trousers, letting the exercising weight of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The guard duty's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene excrescence pointing from his pugilist, straining at the reduce fabric. The other fatal scantling followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to expect away. The fingers at her blouse push flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more column inch of Karenic's more-than-ample ovalbumin cleavage.

"What do you call back, Mrs Davenport ?"The melanise security system guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge Joseph Black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green center all-encompassing with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, blackest dick she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both fixed and pointed directly at her ! dearest GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman pick out such monstrous male members inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his married woman's attention from the obscenely gravid black penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how very much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for hot dog, 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 call ! Her husband phallus wasn't half the size of these blackness men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of it of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her untested daughter, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the black member in her hand."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 mordant penis that pointed at her from a few human foot away… Two huge blackness penises that were so much tenacious and compact than her married man's penis… Two black penis that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like plentiful dark cocoa, the early shining like polished onyx… Two immense black penises like the one that were making her daughters SO felicitous !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your begetter ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to front the two mesomorphic black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard black dick that swung between each man's wooden leg and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD white meat to heave prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hired man on her panting, creamy whiteness segmentation, bringing her other hand up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could finger a sinewy champion of estrus spreading over her eubstance, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to stamp down her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able-bodied to celebrate up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the sleeping room as he was in his day-by-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in flesh for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her body. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to mature accustom to a bland, suburban life history. Now, seeing those big black shaft pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous consistency trembled all over, her jolly white face and plenteous cleavage now flushing vivid pinko. The unbelievable pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio apartment was too practically for her to bear any recollective. Karenic's quiet ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her judgment of conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... exit TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's waver, the voluptuous red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purpleness silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE shag OF MY life ! !

A sunniness went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her dark lover's rooster 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 married woman slipped her regal purple blouse off her milky snowy shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffective to consume her optic off the crewmember's and safety's huge stopcock, barely able to address her whimpering married man as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to fetch me in here, I told you to let me appease in that waiting way ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could hold prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can dissent these men and now that I see how happy they've made my girl ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to hold out these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble tweed finger quickly unbuttoned her bleak falling off. One of the studio photographic camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample breaking ball of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the photographic camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behavior being broadcast into hundreds of one thousand of homes, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the the great unwashed watching were people she knew ! She thought about the peeress of her Holy Scripture golf club, the snobby teacher at the homework school where she worked and Becky attended course of study, the mamma of the other students…Oh God… the early scholarly person ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two fatal dick and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the Earth and she didn't precaution what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in figurehead of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her all-inclusive hips a bit as she pushed the girdle over the smooth, fill out bend of her wax, but firm, white-hot ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her quiet white ramification, and forcing her voiced, copious white chest to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate burden on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The smuggled security guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titty ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"jack !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too often woman for YOUR poor white ass ! HER body was BUILT for Shirley Temple COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic dim tool in his manus and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy Patrick Victor Martindale White bra and step-in. shakiness, the well-endowed married woman and mother drew a deep breathing spell, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hired hand down her side of meat and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white skin practically glowed under the bright studio lights, making the curvaceous redheader look like some variety of shimmering lily-white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting no more time, the two black men instrumental in the woman of the house's conquest descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the naked black giant took a stead on either side of Mrs. Karen davenport, the camera drinking in the direct contrast between the men's rich people chocolate muscle and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's with child Negroid turncock rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvis, belly, and ass, as their large black hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft white curved shape of her sonsie married trunk.

The security guard groped Karenic's large Patrick White breasts in his powerful pitch-dark hands, squeezing them as he kissed her sass, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the lady of the house's cloggy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her raise pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her fountainhead back and moaned loudly. Her teat were so sensitive, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black pass as he ‘ harbor ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side of meat and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full whiteness ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the early. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his facial expression over Karen's bare Patrick White berm and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her side, Karen found his soaked opprobrious tool rubbing against her ass and grabbed grasp of the throbbing fateful member. For the first-class honours degree time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black cock, feeling its heat, severity, girth, and LENGTH in her deal.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's osculation and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an wickedness eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karenic giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH bigger than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY physical structure was BUILT for total darkness cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, mo ! Our daughters are decent ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life story of a reborn Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her gaga yr, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her godforsaken years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big inglorious COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the brawny thighs of the two total darkness studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big Shirley Temple Black COCKS that the early Black men were putting into her daughters'young white-hot bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so arduous and thick as the crewmember's stopcock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white-hot script. She dropped her other hand down from the certificate guard's neck, down to his rock hard dark cock that was poking at her savourless white tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as Negro putz in her early hired hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to shed to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black studhorse ...

Never before had she so wanted to subscribe to something into her backtalk as she did the vast mordant tool that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her aspect ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a orison !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"wiener davenport cried as he watched the two au naturel studs fumble his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"hotdog cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two fatal hoodlum with their huge pitch-dark cocks in her petite bloodless hands."Please don't !"

The nigrify crewmember sneered at wienerwurst Davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her knees before him, her right field hand holding the security guard duty's cock, her go out hand holding his hammer. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long fateful shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY coon putz SLUT ! LOOK YOUR HUSBAND rightfulness IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG pitch blackness COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long Negro jibe in her left mitt, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger's breadth. She then leaned forward, opened her rima oris, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a black man's cock into her mouth for the showtime sentence !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"dog sobbed, tears of shame stinging his impertinence as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to suck the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the bodily function and began to moan immediately. Her fountainhead bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black pecker, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR married woman IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, fool !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suck MY nigger COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security system safety laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's lacy bloodless bra apart, yanking it from her torso. Her fully, 40DD breast shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison house. As large as Karenic's chest were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly short sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blue oculus wide-eyed with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karenic's profound White breast in his heavy fateful hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE tit ! !"

Karen looked up at the security precaution and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY titmouse ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karen ! JESUS !"Mr. davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her vast, heaving white breasts, inviting the black protection guard to slide his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the blackened guard duty guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his tenacious black-market shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his pelvic girdle back and Forth River, flexing his brawny black ass as he began fucking the white wife's copious cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the precaution's shining black cock-head emerged from between her chest, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard's mordant beam of light in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as expectant as Karen's knocker were, his shaft head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS gripe'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE ass A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"the likes of THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let frank do this ... once… for his natal day ! His completely disappeared in my boob, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was glaring. Do you call back that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dearest,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her human face towards him, then pressed his turncock's point against her rim. Karen quickly opened wide, aegir to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her mouth. However, with her custody held in position by the security measure sentry go fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to have it away her mouth with late, moot thrusts. Karenic fixed her blue-violet eye on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstrance. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent revulsion as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two opprobrious men, each one with a cock three times the sizing of his own. He had ceased making any endeavor to dissent or step in with her or the men's actions, let alone the activeness of the other two ignominious men that were defiling his daughters. All he was capable to do at that point was standpoint there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pitiable. Karen no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio television camera catching every minute of the married woman's easy descent and every column inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her mother sucking two fateful peter. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a fingerbreadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awful power of black male person sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a gabardine teenage Virgo, her married mother, and her sis all fucked by disgraceful men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news program ... an stimulate developing in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The television camera shooter cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck nude and being fucked hard by the hefty Shirley Temple thug doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with travail as she lay back on the coffee mesa in the middle of the interview set, the hulking Black doorknocker B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long flannel legs. One of the other rapper, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's caput, where he had obviously just been fucking her sass. An agile, but powerful, fateful stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's script and wrap her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playacting over the guessing in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their ism of blacken male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's atomic number 82 vocalist on live boob tube. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender Caucasian waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black arms around her white consistency and pulling her closing. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the tabular array, her leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting contraband coxa as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender white blazonry around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular blackamoor chest pressing against her soft white breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiacal white soundbox without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the mesa. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eye. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one script, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's mesomorphic Joseph Black back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his weaponry still wrapped around Jessica's body, his brawny black hands cupping her bare Andrew Dickson White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender Andrew Dickson White consistence on his big dim cock as he began to walk towards the sofa where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black putz."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to love 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 GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP fuck MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S loss ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS release TO shag THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor 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 black cock felt in her pussycat ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the Sami time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful Edward D. White diarist's blonde kitty, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's rooster .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blasphemous eye widened as she felt Shemar's fat opprobrious cock straits sliding against her ass face. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive bootleg pecker pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let Billy hump her ass before ... but now she was on television receiver with a big smutty man she'd met less than one 60 minutes ago, letting him screw her ass while his equally big Shirley Temple ally fucked her snatch ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's look, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde puss ask he kissed her replete white chest with his thick blacken lips.

Big Mike stared at the conniption that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the constitution young lady. The erotic wad of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being duplicate penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive nigrify cocks, combined with the perfumed tightness of Heather's pinko pussy, was too much for the muscular blackness giant star to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy blackened glob tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his midst black cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the cloudburst of potent seed shooting mysterious inside her uterus. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one final examination shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the redact with her middling white ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive melanize cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhance male would be ... but he didn't experience 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 turncock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the sofa, his massive pitch-black cock still shooting thick forget me drug of pasty cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde fuzz, and turned her top dog to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's helping hand ... glossy with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the beaming blonde's head with his barren hand. The effulgent blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his putz back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouthpiece full of thick fatal dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so animated ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive disastrous stopcock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the mike from Jessica's handwriting, allowing Jessica to go on one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck opening, while her former paw braced herself against the spinal column of the couch.

"Well anchor slovenly woman ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the handheld microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big nigger fuckin yo'amercement Elwyn Brooks White ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouthpiece to allow her to answer the inquiry. Her oral cavity free of Big microphone's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, black, mike to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lustfulness and with her middle half-closed, opened her oral cavity wide 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 grim cock. The doorknocker and studio apartment crew laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back variety Jessica's hungry mouth and brought it to catch one's breath beside his tumid pecker. As large as the black microphone was, Big mike's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... shag ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The television camera panned over every indulgent bend of her flawless white body, her alabaster pelt glowing with sweat and love ... and the two monumental sinewy black bodies that pressed against her beautiful blanched female configuration. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was slick with Big microphone's cum ... and Heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the Monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to slip his tool back between her soft ping sass. She watched Shemar's big black hands gripping her waistline as he continued pushing his thick black rotating shaft up into her stretched bastard. She watched B-Love's brawny bootleg ass flexing between her pass around white second joint as he thrust his ebony fizgig in and out of her blonde snatch. Then she noticed something else near the proctor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his hammer into her eubstance ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless time ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What toughness ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, think of typeface smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A be intimate political machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's duncical cock continued to slue in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black cock relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monumental pitch black cock dominated her get married white uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her soundbox was in a constant res publica of climax. What was more, having her body filled with Shirley Temple pecker didn't just feel amazing, it felt right field. Letting these blackness men fuck her like this on live television was the most significant thing she'd ever done. Her calling ... her marriage ... her celebrity ... none of it could compare to the superstar of three foot-long black peter having their way with her. The camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for blackened cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to know the truth about pitch-dark men, and this was the best way. She looked into the camera, knowing that U.S. 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 microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, squawk ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to verbalize, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping auditory sensation of her mouth sucking Big Mike's dick echoed through the studio for several instant before Big microphone acquiesced and let his hammer slip from the tweed anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutal B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in prison term with the new, tough jab. She could sense Shemar's tempo quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU spirit MY musket ball SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Caucasian ASS ? YOU flavor HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT coon SEED, BITCH ! I'M READY TO belt YOUR Edward White bitch UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A harlot FOR Joseph Black COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP inside YOU ! wait INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so muddied ... so slutty ... so straight ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the photographic camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT nigra SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his Shirley Temple cum in your belly bellyache ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her coming building.

The two men began fucking her in synchrony. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would root for out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every driving force, B-Love would swivel his articulatio coxae, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch slam rubbing against her clit with each drive in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm anatomy higher and in high spirits. It would be more powerful than any of the climax they'd given her that night !

Both men's push became more urgent, and their musical rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from replete to empty to wide-cut again and again. Her torso began to tremble visibly. Her entire white knocker bounced obscenely on her slim white frame as the two massive black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Hera IT semen THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M leaving TO CUM IN YOUR pussy ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, White person, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to snap my hot cum late into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulder joint as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could palpate their tread quicken ... she could experience B-Love's monumental pitch blackness balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... start out to shrink ... his cock began to tweet and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her button ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR cock IN MY oral fissure ! piece of ass MY MOUTH WHILE THEY roll in the hay MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS interior ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big mike's massive Black hard-on as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony peter into her puss as ass. She pulled her oral fissure off Big Mike's cock only to gasp for air, and scream encouragement at her black devotee."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the brand up girl, still lying on the flooring where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her oculus. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her knocker with her arm, and dropped a hand to overcompensate her cunt. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a pang of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big microphone fucking her political boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the paw she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to shroud it from view. She soon abandoned all modestness, dropping her arm from her white meat and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three lightlessness knocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black stopcock in her pussy again, microphone's big lightlessness cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't forgetful to ling's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunette charms. Still fucking Jessica's oral fissure, he put an arm around Scots heather's lissom white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the backtalk, their clapper intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his clump tighten and his prick begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to chute and twitch in her ass, the Lapplander way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own agitation 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 tv camera and programme for all of USA to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their prick shiver inside her puss, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing whitened body shaking violently as she felt the first herculean squirt of hot black cum blasting her oral cavity, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all dozen column inch trench inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm 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 conjoin pussy with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the Edward D. White cunt up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the interior of her prolific tweed womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's stocky melanise member slipped from Jessica's screaming backtalk, spraying her beautiful white face and savage blonde with slurred jets of pearly semen. The knocker shoved his still spurting rooster into the anchorwoman's receptive back talk, allowing the cock-hungry slovenly woman to wassail as practically of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her lip again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her back talk. She saw the pretty brunet make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's muscular shameful weapon system. broom dropped one of her bridge player to microphone's stopcock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her articulatio genus and took the STILL spurting blackamoor cock into her hungry E. B. 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 trouble miss, you're gon na have mo'nigga prick than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"lightlessness MEN ARE THE C. H. Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's proper gripe ! Tell the States !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to refuse the Truth originally tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! look INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so disconsolate ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big blue air eyes as she looked into the tv camera, wave after wave of pleasure exit over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR cock ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR gender ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE Black MEN ... I LOVE Joseph Black rooster ! Black person manful sexual superiority is NOT a myth United States of America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calmness, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic holler."I'm sword lily you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must give birth some shuffle emotions about ditching him on national idiot box ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here oculus glancing over at Big mike's cock, inches from her font, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her headland was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's public figure.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we have a go at it you so effective that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laughter."You say you're sorry about doubting the big businessman of black cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your nuptials vows on national television ? You loved each other for a prospicient sentence, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy club !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three opprobrious rappers on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that bit. billystick seemed like a remote computer storage from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new world for the first fourth dimension. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that married couple vows mean nothing compared to black putz ! This consistency belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the undecomposed ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to delight them ... to delight you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all char ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All fair sex deserve black putz ! All Shirley Temple men deserve any egg white char they want. union doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big black cock matter !"

"What about like mothers and girl at the same metre ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport cleaning woman on the former side of the studio apartment."You think niggas should fuck mother and their girl at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should submit to black male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the photographic camera."And that's the unit verity !"

"GOOD TO HEAR beef !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his pecker. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked whiten eubstance, splattering her heaving livid breasts, pretty Patrick White face, and slick blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and houseclean bitch"he said"I want it prissy and make clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and baby. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding closed chain to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the former side of her tidings studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussycat,"is that Sarah got her sister here to fall back her virginity to a bootleg man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to contain it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's rooster. Nearby, an older, sonsy redheaded woodpecker was on her knees between two disgraceful men, while a ovalbumin man stood nearby, restrained by two pitch-black security system sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black person Phallus do, holler !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more 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 tv camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seminal fluid from Jessica's dripping pussy and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the pasty Stanford White fluid from Shemar's long ignominious fingerbreadth, bringing her big blue eyes up to assemble the camera lens as she did so.

"good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a heavyset glob of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - percentage SEVENTEEN : JESSICA interview MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was USA's looker, a relatively prise diarist, and a bang wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial bleak knocker for a subsist pay-per-view television receiver and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal supporter and a studio makeup young lady. Now the beautiful, defenseless blond diary keeper walked across the undefendable central country of her intelligence set toward her anchorperson desk, every seductive vacillation of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's cameras. In the setting, the heavy wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from before that night, 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 scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that Night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio apartment set, the group's factor Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's XXIV year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front intelligence desk. The miss that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past times year. Sarah was religious, and very bourgeois. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every irregular of the screw that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another disgraceful stud standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large fateful cock stroked and sucked by a jolly Edward Young redhead wearing nothing but a petty translucent ashen humeral veil swept behind her nous. In front man of the news program desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two more black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the charwoman's ample Patrick Victor Martindale White white meat while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony retinal rod. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the former two men and guided the redhead's rima oris to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired stunner from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their female parent Karen ! The rappers had told her instant earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for black cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the course of study that night, then come down to the studio to lose her virginity to a black man on go television set ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio apartment to foreclose the ‘ cataclysm'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual office of black tool in a matter of bit ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chairwoman and forced to watch out as his married woman and girl were about to contribute themselves to Joseph Black cock before his eyes and the KNEN network goggle box cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the"Black Phallus"rap chemical group, had already walked over to hold over the site.

On Jessica's walk to the newsworthiness desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The television camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch disastrous hard-on pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist joint and dragged the giggling blond ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her defenseless white eubstance with his powerful Joseph Black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens system of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in XTC as her married whitened kitty was once again penetrated by a long, dense, chocolate-brown stopcock. She braced her diminutive lily-white hands on the looking glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's ebony humanity, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thinking occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchorperson sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this meter she was naked and being fucked by a brawny black knocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blueness middle from the admonisher and looked into the photographic camera. Then, putting on her substantially on-air intro voice, she spoke.

"goodness eve United States of America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several melanize men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the splurge at the news show desk was joined by two to a greater extent member. heather and Big Mike had been on the other side of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunet constitution missy, staring into her adoring middle as she lovingly her hot pink glossa up and down his thick nigrify shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little bastard, but at the same fourth dimension, it seemed to him that there was way too a good deal white pussy in the studio apartment for him to party with just one little girl. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the mainstay desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Seth Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde helper, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at microphone, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blond, bent grass over the newsworthiness desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the tacit communication going on between the two smutty men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his cock out of Heather's sassing, picked the slender brunette up in his brawny black arms and carried her over to news desk. microphone sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather 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 middle widened, she glanced over at the screaming blond personal assistant following to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her hanker blonde hair's-breadth was matted with perspiration, strands of it sticking to her defenseless back. Her tight, unit of ammunition, white ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins mesomorphic black abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."ling began to protest, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Calluna vulgaris continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his monolithic black putz out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell tacit, her eyes locking on Watkins massive black peter. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, hand flat against Heather's balmy white bosom and pushing the bantam brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big Negro cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping base with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into heather mixture's pink cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another Book. Scots heather screamed from the sudden electrical shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in Adam."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new swain ? Naw ... we don't wager it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in mental confusion as she felt Watkins's cock solecism from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her pelvis. The blonde gasped in surprise as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her binding. The doorknocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white chest in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the sass.

"Hey sister, I'm Big Mike."The hulk black rapper whispered in the youthful blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his panoptic shoulder, and ran down his broad drum chest. Her somewhat middle widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big mike's manhood rubbing against her spare whiten thigh. She grasped the pedestal of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide-eyed, allowing Big mike easy access code to her cunt. Big Mike grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long duncical mordant cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in rapture.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to encounter you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small egg white mitt over Big Mike's muscular black shoulder joint and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gruntle with heather mixture.

"Look at that, kick !"Watkins mocked the war paint girl as he fucked her hard."feel like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girl, you just a slovenly woman ! A slut for BLACK turncock !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Scots heather cried out as she bucked her hips to cope with her new lover's jabbing.

"ARE YOU A Shirley Temple shaft SLUT kick ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up female child."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG blackamoor COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK turncock !"

"YOU'RE A Negro COCK harlot 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 bawd !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A slut FOR total darkness stopcock ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. ling knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprise. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favored television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rappers called the new constitution artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should get turned the television off the second he saw Calluna vulgaris walkway onto the set, but he was too shocked… at to the lowest degree that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't facial expression away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from heather to insure the Sarah Davenport and the conquest of her Sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to heather, Bob started to interest about his step-daughter's safety. When the camera finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Calluna vulgaris inflame up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Scots heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his married woman, heather mixture's mother, the charwoman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monumental total darkness knocker. The mountain 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 good turn for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded heather mixture off for another little girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some variety of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a thug as the rappers, if not forged. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had broom pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs cattle ranch and pointed up in the air… the only article of clothing she still wore were her skid. Her lithe white soundbox glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to mate his brawny jabbing. Her shoulder-length Robert Brown hair's-breadth was matted with travail, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud oral cavity was moaning in joy as this blacken anchor's'big hands roamed all over her svelte whitened body ... and as his enormous Shirley Temple Black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the patch, Watkins was taunting ling with interrogation, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a pitch-dark cock hussy ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead mother of two on her articulatio genus, hungrily sucking black cock.

broom suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could detect out. Would you wish to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will come over one night. We'll have a gracious family dinner party. Then we'll nooky you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"supposition who's cumming to dinner ? A crew of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his venter. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a uncertainty, that this step-daughter and this man were life-threatening ... They would show up and be intimate Heather and her mother right hand in strawman of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that night. First, she arrived home to find her youthful daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching some variety of adult television receiver presentation that purported to be a news course of study. If that weren't bad enough, the button-down wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girlfriend in the pornographic political program as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on inhabit television, being ravished by a group of rapacious black tough ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't observance Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the same studio apartment ! Karen immediately called her husband to come pickax he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their new daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in meter to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous disastrous men. Mrs davenport faced a new trouble however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate power of the calamitous men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to spoil Becky. ineffective to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened girl and the sight of the huge melanize peter in the way, the materialistic mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lecherousness and ripped give her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the eye of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black lover, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a lightlessness stage technician and a black security measure guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck up and stroke these two stud's monolithic fateful tool while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD breast. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to take bout fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a one-third grim Adonis approached the grouping. He was naked, except for a couplet of aviator-style sunglasses with pondering lenses, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how practically grown this new scantling was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his rooster was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to aim her eyes off the man's cock, she might get recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video recording footage programme earlier that dark. He was B-Love, drawing card of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security safeguard's peter while the level hand squeezed and fucked her full Elwyn Brooks White tits, Karen reached her left deal out and took grip of the new he-man's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karenic's new man was not content with her care. Karen quickly learned that this man was crude, 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 longsighted Joseph Black fingers through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's head back, forcing her to block off sucking the security system guard's peter. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own hammer into Karen's lip.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black hammer in her sass, grasping the base of the shaft with one hand, trying to control her new buff's outpouring, but to trivial avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to thrust his pelvis, spring and determined to fuck the pretty white wife's oral fissure. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her early two buff, so she reached out for their rooster and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and submissive in the aspect of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's wrists, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arm upward, holding them over her promontory by the radiocarpal joint with one powerful melanize hired hand, while he reached down and groped her massive livid titty with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding doughnut on her script, and smiled as he continued fucking the Andrew Dickson White milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security department guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services board where the studio's bite were kept. The stage technician looked at the mesa, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The reasonably brunet studio apartment Page was hiding under the mesa, watching the binge unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security sentry go, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the tabular array. The stagehand dived under the mesa from the front. The dismayed page girl tried to escape behind the table, but the surety safety leapt over the mesa and blocked her course. Within second base, all three were under the tabular array. The lady friend frightened screeching quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her sport coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's sass. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one blue-belly motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl dash. To her former side, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular disgraceful man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his shaft. The black stud poker was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe breasts. Karenic gasped as she felt a couplet of large, sinewy hands suddenly grabbing both of her own good, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her boob, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft ovalbumin hide and the dark sinewy bridge player 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 play with her. Then Karen felt something large, dense, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully put up distance of B-Love's massive smutty cock resting on her milky E. B. White berm and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit material body. She immediately reached up to it with one script and lifted the heavy, loggerheaded member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the drumhead while pumping the long, coal black ray and drinking the he-man's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare titty fondled by a tall, muscular blacken man while she sucked his tool. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black fan's lap at the tidings desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her scurvy lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her center. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"gentlewoman and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to espouse her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen davenport. Mrs. davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to throw become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the superiority of the inglorious male and succumbed to the sexual power of big melanize cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own creation, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other script helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick contraband stopcock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's optic shot open when she felt Jessica's paw on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his stopcock from Karen's backtalk. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to tilt over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to resolve them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this jigaboo peter though."

Karen looked into the camera. The position finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the tidings desk, on tv camera, on television… sucking a dim man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's blackamoor peter in her handwriting, desperate for it to be in her mouthpiece again, or salutary yet, in her snatch. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's stopcock, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his putz inside her slit. She gripped the desktop in her script, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and dubiousness 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…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to prevent your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the boldness of her ‘ nigrify 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 diarist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's effect ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the word desk. Becky was stroking his dick while he rubbed her Virgo puss, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. nooky 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 shaft."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karenic hesitated again, not wanting to resolve."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock disbelief."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the picture ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karenic started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by smutty men turned your daughter Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so lots that she snuck out of your menage and came down to our studio tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karenic didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your girl with black men turned you on so very much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the irony of her defence while stroking B-Love's stopcock."No ! I came here to block off 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 missy that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your hubby hire the clip to beak you up at rest 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 have it off what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in prison term. Again, why make your married man dissipation fourth dimension picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian slip."You wanted to facilitate your daughter ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to intercept them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your girl even said they'd check if you just told them to contain, 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 creative thinker ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the huge black cock in her helping hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your brain, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK putz in person ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karenic sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't end myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG total darkness COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her manus."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so lots 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"Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eye and B-Love's big opprobrious cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's dick in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can foretell you, he is super talented…. The whole group is. I can personally testify to that… and of course of action, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a all-inclusive grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her gamy oculus widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity hold up night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you experience ?"

Karen's psyche reeled at the revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone answer Jessica's question. Karenic began to catch one's breath heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge lightlessness turncock in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older girl's virginity ! Karenic looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three human foot away, being fucked mercilessly by another brawny untried pitch blackness man. Karenic looked at B-Love's huge Negro turncock, watching it drip another muggy wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster chest as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her honorable presenting representative,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Norman Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to spirit, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The ikon was shaky, slightly fuzzy cell-phone camera video recording, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how foresightful she'd waited… how she'd even refused to birth sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated responses, yet obviously loving every minute of arc of it… and every in of that magnificent ebony cock that was taking her cute flower !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The hammer that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD cover, her drab super C oculus wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her girl on the screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen door and pumped B-Love's tool faster and faster, placing both her diminutive white hands on his cock. Karen began to osculate, biff, and suck B-Love's tool, worshipping the same cock that she was watching convey her oldest girl's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your quondam daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the same dick that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly virgin pussy. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's release of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of pitch blackness turncock over a snowy married woman and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking remark that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful Aythya americana's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the sash of her step-in, wantonly rubbing her cunt inside her panties ... her natural process clearly seeable to the tv camera, thanks to the light up glass top of the anchor desk. At the same sentence, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's hammer, licking the length of the ebony shaft and trying to charter as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is damage ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in intimate natural process with a black man on unrecorded TV, while her husband is forced to keep an eye on. You are doing so while watching footage of your erstwhile daughter losing her virginity to the same melanise cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right next to you ... while your untried daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this faulty, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her slit frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's turncock. She could experience her excitement construction, her hale dead body trembling. Jessica's litany of scuttlebutt pushed the cheapen wife and mother over the edge, and Karen davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her sassing as she threw her capitulum back and screamed.

"Did you just have an sexual climax Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karenic and whispered one Thomas More question."Are we to take this as an secondment of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger rooster ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her oral cavity finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy white white meat, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's turncock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his foresightful, thick, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit material body.

"fucking ME YOU BIG NIGGER hoodlum !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the accurate burden she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his rose hip and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"Karen ! !"hot dog Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU expression !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER toughie 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 camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of objection ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY Frank !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her white meat faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to interpret Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug remove what she'd so preciously guarded all her living ... doesn't that Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Negro NIGGER COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK dick !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hotdog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY blackness THUG !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"hotdog screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL lightlessness THUG TO nookie ME WITH HIS BIG Negro COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER turncock TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karen NO ! wealthy person YOU LOST YOUR judgment ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering Theodore Harold White hubby as he fucked his wife's bosom."She outta her brain with lecherousness for my nigga prick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, heap with the tycoon of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda celebrate your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her intellect to total darkness cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest failure ... cause you lose THEM to black cock ! Your married woman and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his grimace towards Karen again. His rippling black brawniness tensed and his big melanize jumped between Karenic's titmouse and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky white tit with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my daughter ... roll in the hay me ... fuck my daughter ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her vast, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's hammer ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black cock."First you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take yearn, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding pack ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the amber chain made of linked wedding party annulus, appointment annulus, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from Patrick Victor Martindale White men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your commitment to black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karenic glanced at her pack, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her gang, glittering amber on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's huge black cock. Even gentle, it was bigger than her husband's white erection.

"I should admonish you Karenic,"B-Love teased."If you don't have me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to invest you into our populace. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last meter, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the bantam amber isthmus from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The scourge of not getting fucked by a big black hammer terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"goodness girl."B-Love grinned, his peter stiffening as he added Karenic's wedding ring to a broken connexion in his mountain chain ... the connexion was Jessica McFarland's wedding hoop, which he'd added earlier that Night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you ready for the side by side step in your worship of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black phallus, taking it in her handwriting."Oh God I'm so make !"

Frank Davenport hung his caput in ignominy. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his trouser where he had cum. weeping stung his cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually wind up seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male. Frank, to his ignominy, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER XVII

hot dog davenport loved his wife. It broke his tenderness whenever anything derangement Karen and when she'd called his mobile phone earlier that dark, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karenic between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to distinguish him that she needed him menage immediately, that their daughters needed his help. Frank davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the macrocosm, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Whitney Young char. But Karen told him Sarah had done something direful, that Becky was in risk of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving hubby and male parent did.

weenie rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable 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, Frank had no selection but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to see in lost revulsion as telly cameras captured every second base of his loving crime syndicate's debauched dissolution.

frankfurter Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television photographic camera and being fucked senseless by a bootleg tough. dog SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walking naked into the studio, and escorted by a nude pitch-black thug and set out to stroke and suck that strong-armer's black cock. hot dog SAW his wife Karen, ineffectual to face away from her daughters, listening to their supplication ... their requirement that she join them. frankfurter then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge Negroid rooster that were exposed to her. frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the affray, ignoring his protestation. dog SAW his strong-willed married woman surrounded by black stud poker and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the shameful men amused themselves with her curvaceous white body. Frank SAW his loving religious wife pin to her knees and adoration black tool, letting her moderately aspect and sonant breasts be fucked by not one by three black macho-man. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful idiot box personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his liveliness had he been so stimulate. dog could experience his mild white penis, small compared to the black cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his gasp as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the horrible misunderstanding that dog had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge Negro rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding band from her finger and pop the question both it and their youngest girl's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his small Andrew D. White hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to take his centre off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet pip visible in his trouser. He looked so pathetic. She watched him wriggle in his electric chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her ignominious lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her hubby right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her facial expression and white meat, Karen sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful melanize adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next pedagogy. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another flying glance, then returning her adoring gamey centre to the black knocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nada, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two foresightful black fingers under the waist band of Karenic's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her long, smooth snowy legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one handwriting high above his headland, holding Karen's torn lacing panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at wienerwurst, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his oculus again, he found his wife's torn lace scanty sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her professorship at the ground tackle desk, with the exception of the gold crossbreeding necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big Black person turncock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her early hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his prick any finisher. He dropped a deal down to her naked get hitched with cunt and boldly knocked her manus away, shoving one, then two finger into her pink velvet crease. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's kitty."This ain't your husband's lil'white peter. You gon na have to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take on a inkiness MAN'S hammer !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairperson."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your shaft ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be for certain of that. What I think we're gon na want here is some tongue body of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my kitty !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had mortal else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you consider I should get to eat your wife's fresh little pussycat and get it in effect and wet for my nigga dick ?"

dog Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking part. From the knocker's pure tone, Frank assumed person was about to untie him from his chair and strength him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards frank, and the white husband and forefather remained helplessly tied to the chairperson. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless nerve, the rapper's meditative sunglasses preventing him from reading the toughie's intent. When the knocker was sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'mute ass a ivory ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot pussy ? FUCK YOU, mark !"

B-Love stepped away from hot dog's wife, and looked over at their sure-enough girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD shit IT, NO !"dog heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper withdraw a pace towards Sarah, who at that present moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker ignoring weenie 's useless protestation. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the midget blonde supporter on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen davenport up from the chairwoman and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her ramification wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, spoil doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teenager, dropping a large pitch-black hand in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her female parent and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the laurels of taking the girl's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the daughter was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her closely white ass later that nighttime, after B-Love had his fun. For the sentence being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own cunt, gently pushing her to wank as she watched the activity unfold.

Karen davenport was in a fog, ineffective to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, stage spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two ignominious rappers guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karen's all-inclusive spread legs. microphone then took a position standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, skinny to her mother's spread head legs. Karen 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 immense, throbbing Negroid humanness trench into her slender white body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her human knee buckled, forcing her to falter forward and brace her hands against the screen background on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's touch-and-go military position didn't seem to slack the relentless pace of Big microphone's jab, in fact he started to hump the passably blond twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from tush. Then Karen noticed her girl's eyes glazing over with lecherousness as Big mike began to gently push her daughter's facial expression lower, closer to Karen's defenselessly pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's legato snowy thighs, Karenic realized what was about to pass off. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely impart herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty human face hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to turn over these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY neediness ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black turncock hanging ponderously above her typeface. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling White person tits and with one powerful black, paw and kneading the soft ivory physique."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moans suddenly turned to yell as Big microphone increased the step and intensity of his poking. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's sass briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensory faculty on her pussycat. Involuntarily, she bucked her pelvic girdle and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's capitulum between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thigh to free her girl 's principal ... but it was too former !

Crazed with lustfulness and eager to please her nigrify sea captain, Sarah wasted no prison term exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The moderately blonde daughter began to gently kiss the lenient garden pink faithful of her own female parent's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white trunk, between her heaving whitish Edward White breasts and widespread creamy white thigh and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big gamy eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink glossa across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's dissent disappeared into a howling of Adam as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her rose hip again to contact her daughter's docile kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious luxuria, Sarah Davenport pushed her natural language into her mother's kitty, brazenly and purposefully probing its deepness, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen davenport's optic as she winced and threw her caput back, unable to defy any Thomas More, surrendering to the saturnalia and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her cunt !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his vast blackness shaft all over the disgrace white mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking White person slit 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 married man !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his top dog in skepticism, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his head word. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… faith ME…"Karenic moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hip joint against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S rice beer ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO good AT EATING cunt ! MY girl IS fashioning ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

dog davenport watched helplessly as his quondam daughter ate his wife's snatch. The magnanimous wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's ramification. The pathetic husband shook his head and groaned in thwarting, unable to quit the debauched upshot unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his heart fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their mother's kitty. The unseasoned redheader's pert young chest heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny Theodore Harold White hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black cock. Her optic fell upon her sister's typeface, buried in her mother's bitch. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest slight"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just cheap 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 momma's slit. Then she's hearing mummy screaming and going buck wilderness ! What do you cogitate she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her longsighted White leg in the air and purposefully grinding her cunt against her older daughter's face as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's all-embracing downcast centre, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big Shirley Temple Black studhorse a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet heart and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to depend away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to defy raising her eyes discreetly as her fount still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her humiliated virtuous daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah spoil girl. sentinel. '' B-Love growled. `` lookout yo'ma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karenic."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to get her big sister eating your twat ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm construction."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 feeling SO in force ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO safe !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet oculus. The Thomas Young red-header's mouth was candid, gasping for air as she rubbed her Edward Young puss faster and faster, bucking her hip joint to meet her own tidal bore fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the shameful dick she stroked with one manus and put both of her mitt in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both mitt. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favorite rappers and another big black stud. Her heart fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's snatch. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the rivet she'd been stroking. Without a tidings being exchanged, the studhorse knew that B-Love wanted him to punt off. He'd get his hazard soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love actuate Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you guess SHE'S set up yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's center widened when they heard B-Love's doubtfulness. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's oculus, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the head. Karen wanted to pretend these beautiful inkiness men well-chosen. She wanted to throw them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her untried daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could handle a immense blackened cock. `` I ... I do n't make love. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty adolescent redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teenaged quickly stood up from her chairman to greet the doorknocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous blackness weapon system that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the former total darkness shaft she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the misfortunate Virgin was distracted by the internet site of his angry jet black rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's stopcock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the enceinte ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the stripling 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to seem him in the eye.

'' The boastful ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thick ignominious thumb.

'' I 'm your braggy fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to jet excitedly. `` I 've love all your medicine ! I listen to you all the sentence. I 've seen your picture, 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 ramification, cupping her Virgo kitty-cat in his big black handwriting, then brazenly slipped two farsighted Black finger's breadth up into Becky 's Virgo the Virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teenager to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to pule uncontrollably as the knocker slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully fingerbreadth fucked her garden pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin ashen cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her Pres Young body shivered, her toes curled, her genu buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her au naturel white body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat Elwyn Brooks White tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft white figure. Feeling B-Love 's peter pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white knocker.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her mother."I think you might be rightfulness Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigra stopcock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing Black person pecker pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her organic structure. Slipping her script between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge Shirley Temple turncock in her tiny white hands, her finger's breadth unable to get through all the way around its girth. She gripped the big smuggled beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to dedicate you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired stripling's font to tranquillize her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated father a wicked smile and a wink. `` well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can work out something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's header. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood paired Becky, facing the somewhat red-haired teen with his huge black cock swinging inches above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in bend reached over and resumed fingering the untried redhead 's virgin pussycat ... her mother 's facial expression trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for wienerwurst to get a line."Do you have any estimation on how we can get Becky here surface-active agent ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's mitt, 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 undecided gasping backtalk, inches from her new pussy and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a keen idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's estimate. `` Now THAT sounds like a enceinte way for you to get respectable and wet for BIG pitch blackness COCK, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her girl's young red-haired puss. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing spit and feeling her orgasm drawing penny-pinching and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, earshot and watching this outcome unfold, briefly raised her sassing from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her ravishment on her female parent's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's clit as probed her mother 's pussy with her nimble ovalbumin fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the married woman and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karen 's workforce and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's helping hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the knocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that NIGGA rooster IS ! THAT is a very MAN 'S rooster ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony shaft of light along with her unseasoned daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first putz to be a BIG Negro cock ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG Joseph Black COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her rosehip violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's carpus in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing dactyl. `` YES ! ass ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redhead around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful cheek.

'' Karenic, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to facilitate her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own twisted intent. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to HELP your girl ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her soundbox shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her new daughter 's virgin pussycat, just column inch from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her soundbox shaking with inflammation as she felt her mother 's intimation on her offspring snatch. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... going away TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black tool and opened her optic, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink snatch hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET mom ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one potent arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's delicate lips brushing against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's urgent buss on her clitoris ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager glossa flick her little pink button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her mother 's knife pushed into her wet virgin puss.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT feel SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The marriageable redheaded woodpecker began wiggling her rosehip, grinding her pussy into her beautiful female parent 's hungry mouth. Becky 's diminutive white bridge player clutched B-Love 's huge fatal cock almost like a hold, hugging it against her flat white tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black shaft being long enough that there was sizeable room for all four small white feminine handwriting to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only girl eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the nooky up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You break me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking dentition out with my big nigga prick !"

rent stung Frank davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each early 's pussies for the amusement of a lot of black thugs. The diminutive white hard-on growing in his gasp, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protest.

Within just a few moment Becky 's young, lithe whitened body began to shoot down violently. Becky continued grinding her sore, inexperient cunt against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like peg and phonograph needle tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to hollo. `` OH piece of tail ! FUCK ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful blackened frame. B-Love laughed, holding the young lady sweetie as she threw her caput back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW tinker's dam MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her psyche with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's softened screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding kitty-cat on her mouth. Karen was cumming, unvoiced !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her souse wet cheek from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO bloody WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK tool ! ``

Big mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in round was eating out a tight-bodied carrottop Virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two girl. He could n't aim it any more. With a mighty Saul Bellow, Big mike blasted Sarah 's wet white pussy with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pectoralis heaving with inflammation, his deeply brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's pectus and face. The huge rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a honest use for that little bitch 's mouth. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's optic, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite red-header over on her incline. Big microphone sliding board Karen and Sarah 's sweating, naked white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the Saame with Becky. The mother and girl went limp for their mightily black lovers, allowing their physical structure to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio apartment television camera followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head teacher between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her headspring between her mother 's legs.

'' okeh ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want inglorious cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a moment 's falter, the female parent and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, muggy sex ... and all to delight their black skipper. The woman needed no more suggestion or instruction. Karen and her daughters'tenacious white branch intertwined, their easy white bridge player caressing one another 's mild Edward White skin, their thirsty sass kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his electric chair, sobbing as his family line ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television system. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the third meter that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handwork, watching the female parent and daughter he 'd seduced having sex with each early. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black hammer yet ! He could postulate his plunder whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and thought began to work.

Big microphone breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a riotous lesbian ternion. His cock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered '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 security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his care to the three davenport cleaning woman. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in total ... and three black rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport charwoman for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to osculate every inch of their beautiful blanched mother 's nude dead body. The two white sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married snatch, up her soft white tummy, over her heave white breasts, then up her neck ... to her case and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's facial expression to hers, pushing her wet pink spit into Karen 's sass. Then Sarah gently broke off the osculation and turned her mother 's typeface away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the brim, then more purposefully, pushing her own lingua into Karenic 's lip as Sarah had done import before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde straits on Karen 's left breast, sucking the hard pink nipple that had fed her as a child. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right-hand bosom, kissing and sucking the heaving milky cumulus as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughters'paw roamed all over their mother 's naked white soundbox, but returned metre and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her girl 's shank, slipping her hand down between each girl 's perfect ass buttock and rubbing their hot unseasoned cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white bosom, the pure teen looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, heavy black putz. Becky 's once innocent disconsolate eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's small Patrick White hands exploring her zaftig White torso. Karenic pushed her fingers deeper into her Virgo girl 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so have it away wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her female parent 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S wrongfulness, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG blackamoor cock ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauty filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading boldness.

'' Oh beloved ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not awry ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D 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. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at first ... and I 'm sad ... but I sure as underworld understand now ... thanks to your Sister ! '' Karenic turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't expect to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't calculate ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever have sex with a real number man ... with a very prick ... a BIG Joseph Black COCK ! Is n't that powerful mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her heavy white breasts heaving with exhilaration as she stroked her daughter'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the right black rivet in the studio apartment. The formerly victorian and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO practically FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pappa ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her male parent, then back at her female parent.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with sudor, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his privates. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughter ravished by bleak men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chairwoman ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to enrapture one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on tv ! Karen glanced at the television camera still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her girl. Mrs davenport considered her next speech ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her girl deeply on the mouthpiece. Her spokesperson dropped to a whisper, but the studio apartment microphone and television camera still picked up her every countersign. `` We do n't need to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... spousal relationship does n't weigh ... saving yourself for wedlock does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the television camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to twine her slender white finger around it 's heavy cinch, failing to fill up completely around its thickness. Becky 's juicy oculus widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The young redhead leaned in finisher, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the shot beautifully as Karenic spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous disgraceful shaft in her tiny ovalbumin mitt. `` Big ... Shirley Temple ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense squawk ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we stimulate it crystallization clear for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her conflict ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Black COCK ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karenic 's married epithet drip tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU cook to sell your marriage ceremony vows ? ``

'' BIG ... lightlessness ... stopcock ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's putz in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so luxuria wino she could barely sharpen her eye as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic husband 's horrify cheek. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long mediate fingerbreadth to the wiener davenport, then the television camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most Theodore Harold White men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick down with Becky Davenport 's pussy succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So a good deal for your good family note value, whitened America ! '' B-Love sneered into the television camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wife and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG inkiness NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heating in the television studio apartment was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the eubstance heat generated by the debauched interracial splurge unfolding in social movement of the cameras. The mental picture was being broadcast go across the nation was high definition image of eminent contrasting build tones, a full color picture of contraband and clean flesh. The"unit Truth"anchor desk was a mass of defenseless, writhing bodies… gruelling Black musculus and soft white peel, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, most of them appendage of the rap group"Black penis ”. All of the women involved were white, but they came from a variety of ground.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde boob tube presenter and news show newspaperman Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap radical"Black penis ”. Within minutes, those knocker had introduced the honey married blanched journalist to the intense power of black cock. The curvy White reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on exist television, along with her reasonably brunet composition artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rapper'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by blackened stud poker the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own habiliment, disavowed her fiancé, and took portion in the mixed bacchanal unfolding in the studio… knowing entire well that it was being broadcast into home base across America… including her parents'dwelling !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Shirley Temple Black Phallus's medicine. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric poem titillated her and the pair of virginals white stripling had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the radical. She learned far more than she could have imagined. She saw them score not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of headphone conversations with her sis and an anon. black he-man, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that Night to give up her virginity to one of these melanise scantling. She'd had no thought that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come plate and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial smut that masqueraded as a ‘ music television ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karenic then realized that the video in inquiry starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in daze. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty white diarist, a professional T. H. White adult female just like Karen, who seemed to revel every second of being used as a disgraceful rivet's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's seismic disturbance turned to tickle. So enthral by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the mansion until the vestal teen was speeding out of the private road. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but thick down, there was a hidden truth. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to blockade Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly deluge batch of the opprobrious studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to block off either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to link them ! The rivet weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her married man, making her leave them her marriage ceremony ringing, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The rivet from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married tweed journalist on live idiot box, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal helper, who they'd seduced the old day. They'd turned the help into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her vestal Sister and conservative mother into the knocker'diabolic grip ! Now all five beautiful white womanhood were now professing their desire and cultism to black pecker on live television… and two of the bitch hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap mathematical group, had something especial planned.

"All right everybody, heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one script stroking his huge black cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of Stanford White women's gang."It's time for Mrs Davenport and Becky here to get some jigaboo peter in those slight Andrew D. White puss ! This here is a Virgo and her mom, and let's not blank out big sis is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out statement for everybody to assume their optimal spatial relation ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to impart Heather, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, fatheaded black member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the au naturel white newswriter over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the melanize studhorse's cock was just as long and duncish as Shemar's. The blonde smasher grasped her new lover's stopcock in script as the two took a topographic point at the far end of the anchor desk, future to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a prompt glimpse at the Lester Willis Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the he-man that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attentions 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 pitch blackness Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her condemnation lead off quietly, seeing that her speech sound he-man grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all adept girl."The rivet said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her barren ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me founder in that little virtuous ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the hypothesis 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 Edward D. White ass, causing the journalist to squall out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH shtup !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big blue center going wide-eyed and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every indorsement and transmitting it to televisions across the Carry Amelia Moore Nation. One such television could be found in a wait room down the vestibule from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the silver screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the shabu top news desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her blazon draped over her girl'bleak shoulders as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their subdivision around her waist. The three naked black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the Edward Douglas White Jr. mother and daughter. The three women looked up at them, center filled with nervous lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous lightlessness cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three charwoman."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the arrant snowy Virgo the Virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his fellowship. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these Shirley Temple bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but lookout as the three knocker took their places in front of the ‘ his'young woman and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to settle his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black strong-armer doorknocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY ease up herself and their younger daughter to these strong-armer they'd just met hours ago ... the same black men who had seduced their previous daughter ? No ! Even now frank refused to believe it. Even now, wiener thought he might be able to block up this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"wiener screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's former menace of violence."love, PLEASE ! clear YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR fellowship !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even pick up them. By now she was completely under the magic spell of the three black knocker standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their dark, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three brilliant black prick that swung at her eye-level scantily one-and-a-half feet from her fount.

B-Love glanced back at hotdog 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 ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at dog, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic murmured, her center darting from B-Love's hammer, to Shemar's, to Big microphone'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.

"Karenic !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is unseasonable ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big contraband turncock in his script."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it in high spirits, stroking it in his large disastrous hand, showing off putz's distance, cinch, and hardness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Energy Department this look legal injury 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 former arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her slit with both hands."That doesn't feeling wrong 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 ! call up ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR menage !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the blockheaded apple-sized brown head barely just a foot from her look.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking weenie's parole by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM mentation of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full white breast heaving with fervor as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the knocker'immense black erection and rubbed her puss frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black rooster, a foot long and the gloss of full-bodied chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as prospicient, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like umber with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, dark Robert Brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH gravid than Frank's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL ternary of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All THREE of you are TWICE AS declamatory as hotdog !"

Frank heard the agitation in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to recede the cleaning lady he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. weenie began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, wienerwurst tried to think of what he could do to preclude his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"frankfurter sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"frankfurter 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 Padre's behavior."aspect, pop's war cry now !"

"Daddy, turn back it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big mike's huge black penis.

"Frank, tranquillise down."Karen admonished her hubby."block 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 C. H. Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, inkiness, COCKS. All three of you, beget and girl, position by position, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigger THUG knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet eyes darting hungrily from one big black cock to the future."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at frankfurter Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty married woman or his virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma adjudicate ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU cream which one of these big nigra cocks is gon na ruin your sweetly Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na get laid that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karenic said, gasping, her full moon milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I opt ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."Stroke these nigga shaft, apply ‘ em a squeeze, sense how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's tool, stroking one in each of her petite white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her prison term. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, queasy to see her mother and Sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her low-down lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's prick as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge shaft finisher to Karen's typeface. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his peter was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his contemplative sunglasses mirroring her rumination. She saw herself naked, stroking his vast black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's appointment ring. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbolic representation of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny whitened manus as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would search so a lot prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident melanise typeface."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a moment, her oculus widening with fruition 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 finger, handing it to her mother with almost mirthful speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum isthmus so finespun, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's safe for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's backtalk broadened into a joyous, bright smile."You are truly a marvelous mother."He said, taking the pack from Mrs. Davenport's trembling Edward Douglas White Jr. hired man. B-Love gently slipped the anchor ring over the go bad end of Sarah's engagement ring, next to Mrs. davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the au naturel female parent and girl before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the for the first time man to fuck your passably virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the tv camera. He stepped back from Karenic, letting Big mike 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 face, smooth café latte skin, muscular chest, and a big black-market cock. He looked like he would be pacify, in spite of his mesomorphic build. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the doorknocker were muscular, Big mike was just fucking huge, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His berm looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscularity were Brobdingnagian, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal, 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 rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, callosity, girth. Again she marveled at their size of it, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You right pick libertine momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over airless to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a right pitch-dark hand."otherwise, they might BOTH love you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can do by all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two turncock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's brain flooded with range of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same fourth dimension, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her revery."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need More black cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triad team you and create you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going spacious and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The sentiment excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big mike.

"piece of ass yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The make whitened wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that estimation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed E. B. White cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? state me mom, 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 yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the finish twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG spade dick !"

Big Mike's muddy talk worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's cock as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge black prick in her hand. As much as this thought should induce repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black peter in her tiny white hired man. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to get it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big microphone hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'Negro ! squawk, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Lapplander !"

Big mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio apartment. weenie Davenport hung his head low and stared at the storey, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and roll in the hay ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This beef is fix to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large melanize script on Becky's bare white knee, then sliding them over her indulgent, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ implike'dreaming about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch Shirley Temple rooster just about one animal foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled snatch. Suddenly, at that instant, that stopcock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fancy of being deflowered by a immense black cock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced Edward Young creative thinker flooded with questions. Was she really gear up ? Could she handle it ? Did she really require this ? It was all too a good deal. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful fatal doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into manic shrieking."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO piece of ass 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 daughter is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calmness down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous girl, but never taking her eyes off Big Mike's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't roll in the hay this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the reverence in her daughter's big blue centre. She immediately felt shamefaced for snapping at her.

"I'm pitiful truelove !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly shade. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her vernal girl's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her untried nude tit quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mum bird's got to establish her baby hiss how to fly for the first clock time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen 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 run by big coon cock into your daughter's sweet white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rearing melanize hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked ardent puss. She imagined her small Theodore Harold White hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private congregation. The blond mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your babe get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender white arms and cupping her firm white knocker, pulling her petite white consistency back along the desk and driving the slender red-header to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her baby to keep laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's reception, Big Mike bodily lifting her sonsy frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karenic was, Big Mike's powerful black heftiness handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zero at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her total, milky white breasts pressed against the cold glass screen background, her hands resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her fount hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's huge cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive twat mouth. Karen's reddish blue eyes pullulate blanket surface at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big Mike's shaft into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's cunt mouth with the tip of his vast, thick cock.

"Easy lady friend. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG blackness DICK,"Big mike said, rubbing his hot, hard cock head up and down Karenic Davenport's shine White ass and pink puss lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the activity closely. One television camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the make-up daughter as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're pitch-black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on DVD and websites. The two other television camera in the studio were focused on the Davenport womanhood, and their seduction at the hands of the Black person Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karen's face.

"Take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her branch."pathfinder my melanise tool into your daughter's Patrick Victor Martindale White Virgo the Virgin twat. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth curvy egg white ass with his powerful back hired man, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karenic's wet, hungry married snatch.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big microphone's rough, strong workforce rubbing her diffuse white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's hands slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to drop off inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for More intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the impression of something chummy slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! fuck ME !"Karenic moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide blue optic."YES ! Your peter is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussycat walls stretching to admit Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out flashy."bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my finger's breadth ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big microphone's cock was in his hand, while his other hand was down between Karen's stage, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me cunt,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock punishing smuggled hammer."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please eff me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to facilitate your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every column inch you give her…Big microphone will collapse YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still hang over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."assistance ‘ em out girl. yield them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat Negroid cockhead pushing into her young white consistence."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and babe on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her puss."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the true statement !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."scout my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue middle welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter rightfield in the eye, Karen reached a shaking hand out and grasped B-Love's buddy-buddy black dick in her trembling white helping hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving confining to Becky as her mother pointed his peter at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in incredulity."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her representative trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and luxuria she found herself unable to spring coherent conviction. In spitefulness of her mental confusion, her dead body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to jerk her hip joint involuntarily, causing her firm, youth breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's tool almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big microphone cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a 3rd digit in her hot wet twat."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, profound Black person cock.

Becky stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in her mother's paw."Yes."She breathed, her Edward Young dresser heaving, making the web site of her quivering teat ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and forth between her female parent's beautiful white nerve and B-Love's beautiful black pecker. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back primer coat, tied to a chair. Her founder."hold ! What about…"

"What about what steady ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing blackness member closer to Becky's young gabardine cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big low-spirited eyes darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the topper for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her beginner, and whispered."But…what about… pa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karenic said, turning her head and glancing at her defeated, deject married man, still tied to a chairperson off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her nerve back towards Becky and nodding towards hotdog davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh love !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's seriousness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to underline its distance. Making certain her girl was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy black globe, then gently slid her tongue up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the deal of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's darling rapper's tremendous pitch blackness cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her lingua around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to tally her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the natural action, studying the exchange between female parent and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karen asked, awaiting an resolution to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized foreland directly at Becky's pure pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous caravan of thought.

"Do you consider we need to concern about daddy anymore ?"Karenic asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you set 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 viscous chopper fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue middle 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 daughter's cheek and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's hammer tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected snatch. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's tool for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy back talk ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick come sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big grim heart looked down past her untried, slender albumen consistency, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red virgin kitty-cat, between her spread white second joint and up at the HUGE fatal cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to mould at its tip, bigger this time, the pearly Theodore Harold White fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to maltreat forward and lay claim his virgin dirty money ! She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing shameful prick drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her pitch-black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately need. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, rooster pass teasing her hot, hungry cunt lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mummy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still anxious but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now generate yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the vast black cock that her mother held barely one in from her vernal virgin cunt. Shivering, her chest heaving with excitement, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the commencement sentence in her life, Becky davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing shameful cock head lightly running along the distance of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : the likes of mother, LIKE DAUGHTER"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a hot seat in a KNEN television studio watching in incapacitated horror as three thug knocker shattered his entire world, barely able-bodied to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfect Andrew Dickson White suburban life. He worked as a youth rector at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a kinsperson that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His endearing wife Karenic worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their quondam daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young man of affairs and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television news show headliner Jessica McFarland. His unseasoned daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not have been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church building coming together when his married woman called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding Frank come home immediately. Frank raced menage to line up Karen standing in social movement of their theatre. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN network studio, where their erstwhile daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and optic glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied story as wienerwurst drove. hotdog couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each particular Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, purport on saving their girl'someone. It all seemed so unreal, yet when hotdog arrived at the studio, he witnessed the ugly realness with his own oculus. Just as his married woman had described, Frank saw a grouping of large, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a Young brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young fair sex he'd watched her develop up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a fateful man at the studio mainstay desk. Seeing this, weenie immediately feared that his untried daughter, Becky, might be in depot for the same fate. His awe proved apologize moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a thin bra and step-in and announced her desire to miss her virginity yet another one these voracious black men. hot dog begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protestation were ignored as both his daughters and their fellow traveler instead focused their care on Frank's wife. Karenic had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughters'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either defend their don's protestation, or defer herself to the torrid, interracial saturnalia. To wiener's repulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in iniquitous US Congress with these perverted bootleg heller. When Frank tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chair and constrained watch as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a plurality of hungry savage and broadcasting every present moment to television and cyberspace. Screams, groan, and other pharyngeal noises reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the centre of the studio apartment, on a large glass anchor desk, a scene of naked, uncurbed debauch unfolded under the hot brightness level.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette makeup girl, Heather, were both bent over one end of the long, glass backbone desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the other end of the ice board, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… ineffectual to end their debauched behaviour, unable to look away from it, and unable to suppress the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his primal acceptance of total darkness manful dominance. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the remainder of America, was learning the"Whole Truth"about dark men's sexual world power.

Sarah, weenie's quondam girl, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the knocker standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hip as he slowly thrust his midst, chocolate cock in and out of her moderately blonde slit.

The rapper took their time with Frank davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for display, partly to further tickle the previously conservative whiten women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass background in front man of and under Sarah. Her Whitney Young, lithe, naked blanched body practically glowed under the studio Light. Her fairly red-haired top dog was cradled in her older sister's aristocratic hands. wienerwurst had watched as the doorknocker'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's shaking, vulnerable Stanford White body. Frank saw his daughter's big puritanical eyes lock onto the rapper's monstrous black cock, rock grueling and hanging ominously between her circulate 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 participant, Becky suddenly looked unsettled. Frank had latched onto this intimation of hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

wienerwurst's pleas were mocked by the doorknocker, who decided to play Becky's female parent against her beginner in a twist engagement of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only grant Karen to be fucked by Black person men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to manoeuver his cock into Becky's pussycat.

This, wiener Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to consent. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the heroic hope that Karen would come in to her senses and save their girl and herself from the hold of these disgusting hood.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife set over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked Elwyn Brooks White body. Karen's heavy, flabby white breasts gently grazed her Becky's savourless white tummy and creamy E. B. White thigh. Using one handwriting, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red fuzz. With her other helping hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, pitch black cock. Her nimble fingerbreadth quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from confluence. A pale stigma on one fingerbreadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding band, given to B-Love as a souvenir of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge black artillery in her tiny white handwriting, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular whale called"Big mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black hood stroked Karenic's silky red hairsbreadth and bare white eubstance with his wickedness, substantive custody. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, wed pussy. The rapper tormented the whiteness lady of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her combustion pussy lips, working her into a heroic sexual frenzy, far persuading her to do exactly what the knocker wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black extremity towards her jr. girl's Virgo the Virgin pussy. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat snowy breadbasket and little red-haired muffin with his immense, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black cock moving cheeseparing and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black cock in their mother's lilliputian white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its cherished prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscular tissue in his belly, making his huge cock twitch and leap in Karen's manus like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes undetermined, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ debasement'of his wife and daughter any longer. He tried to turn away from the conniption on the mainstay desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his production line of visual modality displayed different television camera angles of the ‘ activity'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ pollution'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one varan, he heard his dear sweet-smelling Becky expressage disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thinking, yet again, this might give up everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

hot dog turned away from the monitor in horror, only to find himself looking at another admonisher, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his married woman and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express headache for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attending with a lurid display… cuddling and sucking the wretched Shirley Temple thug's cock as Becky watched !

wienerwurst turned away again, but his middle fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of heavyset drop-off of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thigh and red-haired Virgo the Virgin puss ! He heard Becky ask about a safety, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with hullabaloo … Bucking her hips, arching her binding, lifting her perfect ass off the control surface of the tabular array and bringing her Virgo the Virgin pussy finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to love her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of shock as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his precious youthful Becky lost her virginity to a Negroid rapper on live television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful garden pink crease shining with her hullabaloo, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the screen, the throbbing, dripping black head of that monstrous lightlessness cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily Patrick Victor Martindale White helping hand. The studio was so quiet you could listen a pin drop. Karenic Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo cunt lips, then gently parting them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other script brought the rapper's monstrous nigrify cock that final inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's turncock. Karenic gently shook the putz, letting the pearl drip mold from the cock head and slide down over Becky's virtuous puss. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karenic did not rock the he-man's cock.

This time, Karenic spread her daughter's pussy brim with one deal and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black turncock's tip directly into Becky's vestal folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The intimate tension was too much for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest tactual sensation of that majestic smuggled peter on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her binding, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock chief to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH roll in the hay"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the initiative time by world-class inch of B-Love's foot-long nigrify shaft ! camera captured that moment of first contact and the wild look in Becky davenport's big wild blue yonder eyes, broadcasting her shock and turmoil out to television receiver in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same mo, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her splice Andrew Dickson White bitch.

Big microphone had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's peter head into her Becky's virgin slit. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock forefront slipped past Becky's outer brim Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her cunt and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her panoptic white hips backward against Big Mike, anxious to train to a greater extent of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so a great deal thicker than her married man that Karenic could already finger an sexual climax construction ! In her excitement, Karen's hold on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his grievous black cock into Becky's virgin slit !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a simple three inches of thick grim cock 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 listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the reality was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two more inches of his fat black-market rod into her splice pussy. His powerful black hands grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her busty white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her fully flannel tit pressing against the cool down vaporous open. She glimpsed a studio camera operator under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her bacchanalia was being broadcast on lively television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the theme of B-Love's stopcock scape and continued guiding B-Love's stopcock into her girl's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."Shit lady friend, it's only a couple inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own defenseless epitome as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his peter into her pure pussy. She looked down over her vapid Edward White breadbasket, seeing that indeed, almost ten in of B-Love's monstrous opprobrious cock had not yet penetrated her young white dead body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virtuous pussy. It was blotto, so tight Becky could take sworn she could find B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then pain. Her big sorry eyes widened with sudden terror as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to displume me apart !"Becky bucked her hip joint violently forcing B-Love's cock to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to hold in her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first. It did terminal night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black peter between her pegleg. At that bit, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his blockheaded disastrous extremity into her luxuriant White person eubstance. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely forgetful to her vernal daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, 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 column inch of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's prick slowly slipping out of her kitty !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the residual of the rapper's turncock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karenic heard her girl's yell 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 naught to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and panic in her daughter's representative. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karenic really cared about at that second was getting that amazing ignominious peter inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky smash everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her quick, motherly note. She looked into her daughter's nervous brass, big blue optic full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's shaft. She stared at it, her young ovalbumin torso shaking.

"love, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karenic said, emphatically, feeling a flash of rancour towards her ‘ little female child ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the firm tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's hammer in her mitt."There are consequence for our legal action, Whitney Young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's putz closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to see these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to cope with them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's tool just an column inch from her girl's pussy."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's prick in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's shaft to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy black doorknocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's shaft again touching her kitty-cat lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot knock lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A lilliputian bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a shaft as thick and long and hard as the one in her hand would be hard for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgo the Virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karen !"Frank davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a president this unscathed time, forced to check as three lightlessness rappers took over his family line. He'd given up his attempts to convince his married woman and daughters not to subvert themselves for these black goon, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in annoyance ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE screwing UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You full follow that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might initiate actin'like fauna !"

wienerwurst shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the hoodlum's threats, but still he would not be tacit. This was his live prospect to stop this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his daughter."BECKY beloved, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would signify they were raping you on live tv ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to plump for to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy brim."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to finish. William Tell him he's awry. enjoin your father you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her Padre, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his blackamoor 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 poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black-market heftiness rippling, his face that same stoic grammatical construction. She had to conceal the bill, she could only get it out late at Night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was very. That huge Joseph Black prick was real number ! 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-God, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still impassive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to check !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"hotdog Davenport sobbed.

"Baby missy, 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 time more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, pa !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good miss ! Don't occlusive !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her handwriting, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin cunt. She felt Big mike's cock slipping back into her married Theodore Harold White cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T neediness TO full stop !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big opprobrious stopcock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ drive I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop consonant !"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 !"

television camera closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's peter being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's script. Her mother's former hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her other handwriting to pass B-Love's dick into Becky's defenseless bitch as Big mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to eff it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's berm 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 score it. Her finger's breadth were spread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young physical structure. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling sour brownish muscles through the gaps between her delicate Edward White finger's breadth. She admired the way his hide contrasted with hers. Becky could see a light white band on her ring digit, where her ‘ innocence band'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingerbreadth, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her lissome Andrew D. White fingers mingling with the halo of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's brawny black chest. She could palpate his heart thrashing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that same heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard hammer pushing into her ‘ Virgo'cunt. B-Love's philia beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's shaft sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her finger finding her the THICK, HARD black pecker that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's hammer deeper inside her young white body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own activeness."OH roll in the hay ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible imperativeness inside her, and then the painfulness she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her back, shoulders, and cervix. It was similar to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her immature body shaking. Her hold tightening on her female parent's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's monotonic white tum. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging pitch black hard-on, in her hired hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperient twat. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karenic could feel the incredible air pressure of B-Love's dick driving into her daughter's trunk. She knew from the depth of B-Love's turncock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The demoralise mentation pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big microphone, her big violet eye begging for everything that he could present her. Big microphone was only seven inches inside her puss, but he was profoundly than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big microphone. She wanted every in inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW ass ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM takings MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! shag ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE pecker ... I'M ... GOING ... 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 prick pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgo 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 ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's young Stanford White boob quiver with her every deep, labored breathing space ... every column inch of disgraceful cock she took into her tight, unspoiled slight cunt ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dearest ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her human face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender white eubstance.

Not waiting for a more graspable response, Karenic forcefully grabbed cargo hold of B-Love's putz diaphysis and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the lacing and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big wild blue yonder centre widened, surprised and obscure by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her screw mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's principal, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, heavy, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her backrest, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving thorax. The Becky felt the pressing again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's manus. Karen's other deal pulled B-Love's pecker deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karenic's full of lust and determination.

"It's sentence, Rebecca !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's snatch. The Thomas Young blonde bucked her pelvis excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting calamitous cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH beef !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's script, as she felt the hurting focus suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button olfactory organ and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her organic structure, pushing against the resistance the inside of her trunk was giving it ... a resistance that would never throw up against the power of a black pecker.

"That's just your Hymen sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big Mike's rooster pumped her twat faster and deeply to show his approval of her actions."He ... has ... to ... severance ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the reasonably Virgo the Virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon system as the girlfriend's mother hug and stroked his rotating shaft. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her bluish-violet eye burning with intensity. B-Love knew the feel very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's shaft and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his mesomorphic mordant ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's button. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the miserable E. B. White bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to take her daughter's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"fuck HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black cock and willing to do or return anything to get it."kick in IT TO HER ! THE unit THING !"

"KAREN !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed facial expression in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her unquiet girl and continued to shout at the knocker."SHOVE ALL XII column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! piece of tail HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A loose woman !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take aim her new daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the walls of her tight untried puss and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouthpiece and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your Hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few sentence, loosening her tight virgin cunt as Best he could without breaking her virginal membrane. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control condition of the situation. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one column inch of his stopcock from Becky's kitty-cat. The Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her female parent's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her hired man from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her solid white body strain up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the doorknocker backed away a bit, making sure his tool didn't shift any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender flannel waist with his powerful black hands to hold her where he wanted her."You need me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real number MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some minuscule in high spirits school WHITEBOY with a footling WHITE DICKIE to involve your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! exact my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a mightily tingling star spreading across her unit white body as she looked up at the muscular melanise rapper and the Brobdingnagian black peter he had resting between her ramification. She grew more wind up as she heard the password coming out of her oral fissure. She began to buck her pelvic arch furiously, desperately trying to hold More of B-Love's dick. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! piece of ass ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in repugnance, unable to bet away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a panorama no self-respecting, conservative clean husband and father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. hotdog saw Becky, also naked, with her foresightful white legs spread wide around the waistline of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and slurred than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her rosehip anxiously as she stared at that knocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over xx twelvemonth gripping that smutty toughie's metrical foot long cock in her tiny Edward White hand… guiding it into their untested girl's virgin pussy. Then, wienerwurst saw the Black hoodlum rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender ashen organic structure by the waist and repeal her pelvic arch and ass upward. The studhorse violently flexed his powerful Black person ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one sinewy, mysterious jab, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD midst Shirley Temple Black COCK into her Virgo the Virgin Andrew Dickson White cunt… taking frank's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite doorknocker's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain in the ass was almost unendurable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Thomas Young T. H. White consistence was overwhelmed by new sense datum."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's elderly baby Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulder joint and head and steady Becky's Cy Young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own weight being supported by Shemar's right black bridge player gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other deal to her other side of meat blindly until she found one of her female parent's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's digit wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick lightlessness shaft knife thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her broken lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal Edward Young teen had never felt before. Becky felt live for the offset time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black studhorse fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a pitch blackness man. The young redhead soon began to buck and stuff her Edward Douglas White Jr. hips to meet B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical stream was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his nighttime and brooding center, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his all-inclusive black pectus and pectoral muscularity, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling drear abdominal muscles and his narrow hip joint, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white second joint. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his mightily, loggerheaded black rooster between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young White body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her book binding violently, thrusting her hips upwards and holding her lithe white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap virtuoso gripped her shank and thrust the full duration of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her fairly eyes seemed to glaze over as a moony expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her candid mouth.
The squeal grew loud, turning into a entire scream as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the trueness, capturing the paradigm of a trickle of rake pooling on the chicken feed background between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful Negroid weaponry around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white white meat as he continued fucking her from arse and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take in your sister's virginity and score your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's speech. She closed her center 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde sighed, reaching one mitt behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A quick esthesis passed through Sarah's eubstance, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick-skulled black cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white form, more specifically at Becky's bedspread white thighs and the huge black dick thrusting into her no-longer-virgin snatch. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain in the ass. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and forth. Karenic saw the trickle of blood pooling on the background below her daughter's snatch and watched how Becky bucked and sprain with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge Joseph Black cock.. the pecker that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's young tweed body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped change state her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't avail but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high schoolhouse. Karen loved her boyfriend so a good deal, she thought she'd be with him forever. One Night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five in and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing early guy, had better sex ... but was never quite fulfill. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to trust that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the verity. It was because she gave herself to somebody slimy of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with low dicks and no melodic theme how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious soundbox ... a literal man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG lightlessness hammer.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pitiable Patrick White loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning side and felt so proud that she had ensured her vernal girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"trade good miss Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."respectable girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe young white meat."Such ... a ... good ... good missy ..."Karen breathed as her voiced brim found her daughter's heavy pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched maven of a black cock in her de-virginized puss and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big microphone, the biggest and most muscular of the three black doorknocker, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering consistency. He gripped Karen's broad, gabardine hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his dense black cock half buried in her tie white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could assure she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's complete yielding to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to give the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big mike slid his sinewy blackamoor hands around Karenic's waist and under her heavy, swaying chest, kneading the flabby, whitish white Earth in his large, dark finger's breadth. As the knocker leaned forward to easily grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing blackness cock pushed two inches deeper into Karen's twat, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her berm 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 ?"Karenic hissed, making eye tangency with her husband one last sentence before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! involve ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glimpse at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly push up forward, practically laying on top of Karen davenport's soundbox and driving the wax length of his cock trench into her red-haired pussy. His black, cheat dresser and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked whitened back as he gripped her massive, alabaster breast in his coal-black hands, squeezing them hard and pinching her mammilla as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her soft White River physical structure in time with the former rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch stopcock deeper and deeper into her married white cunt .... deeper than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting better purchase, the hulking black knocker shifted his grip to Karenic's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let unloose of Karenic's heavy whiten knocker and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her soundbox was rocked back and forth by the strength of his speedy, inexorable drive. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvaceous naked gabardine body and beautiful, joyful brass as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his pecker into the sonsie White River wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big Mike's big inglorious shaft ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Negroid shaft IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your adulteress Virgo the Virgin daughters ?"

The comparing made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big mike's huge black cock driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... abstruse ... SO shtup oceanic abyss ... and slamming into her cervix in perfective regular recurrence with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young white consistency, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's shaft in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big mike's prick felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the exact same matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sense datum shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The opinion was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to shake off as the sensation grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hand down on the screen background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white soundbox, pinning the youthful redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big mike's pounding jabbing into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's bridge player, timing his stab into Karen's girl Becky as Big mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the sure-enough Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was bent over the board, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from arse. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the dorsum of the neck opening, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her female parent. Shemar and B-Love let unleash a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding cocks and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her female parent's other hand tighter and wailed. She could sense B-Love's huge black dick pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his drive seemingly amplified by the phone of her mother's handwriting pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the profundity and fastness of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wafture of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK prick !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Black person prick !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your young lady'papa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The melanise thug rappers laughed cruelly. dog Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched shot playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that darn ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW pa ! A Big Shirley Temple Daddy ! Isn't that ripe girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na fuck your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young double-dyed white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na making love yo'new pop ?"

Becky bucked her hips."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"roll in the hay me… pappa !"The doorknocker corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hip joint again and again.

"William Tell Daddy you want him to bang you with his big coon putz !"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 dick as recondite as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another drive halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock mystifying inside her and held her slender white shank.

"Tell me to fuck your footling whitened cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The young Aythya americana shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"jabbing"…the…"push"…word !"

"puss !"Becky squealed."fuck MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK NIGGA pecker, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty wild blue yonder eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pa can try you ! Your OLD, white daddy !"

Becky glanced at her founder, the man who had helped fetch her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please blackamoor Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her aspect and consistence were far from innocent though. lust filled her big low centre and her naked Andrew D. White dead body shined with fret as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's powerful black-market eubstance."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white cunt with your BIG…BLACK shaft ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Shirley Temple Black DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the death three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deep as he could inside Becky's young white twat and then drew his hip joint back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redheaded woodpecker as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual powerfulness and dominance… the smuggled male person over the bloodless female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG pa FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! look INTO DADDY"S centre AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigga !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Thomas Young Patrick Victor Martindale White trunk bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID expression INTO YOUR dad'S oculus, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... Daddy ! breed ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."smell at how your Virgo the Virgin girl bucks her hips to meet every thrust of this big nigga cock ! depend at your beautiful married woman's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they howler AND BEG for Thomas More ! YOUR cleaning lady ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy Shirley Temple Black ball slapping against her raw pink pussy mouth as his cock dick began twitching and jumping inside her gas-tight white snatch. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty carrottop closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's deal and instead circling Karenic's naked Edward White body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! momma ! dad ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation of Saint John the Divine was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big drear heart shooting open in shock at the twin superstar of her female parent's knife in her mouth as, for the first time every, a man release his hot, virile source inside her nubile Edward Young consistency ! In a night of new star and experiences, this was the most sinewy one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white body held her pinned to the linchpin desk as B-Love's concentrated lightlessness cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after consignment of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her soundbox go wilted, allowing waving after wave of pleasure to fling over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's livid bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her early hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussycat were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging lightlessness cocks. Karen could feel Big Mike's apoplexy quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married puss. She could feel his powerful pitch-dark hands between her and Becky's organic structure, the huge shadow fingers squeezing her soft Andrew Dickson White tit material body. She could feel another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's rooster practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the substance. His cloggy black clod slapped her clit, and tightened. His poking were harder, deeper, but dull ... more careful. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her girl, opening her middle and looking down into Becky's Thomas Young aspect. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense champion building between her legs, spreading up her spikelet, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her girl's eyes, Karenic felt Big mike's seed flooding her own snatch, the hot embarrassing fluid coating her marry white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH crap !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, sonsy white wife.

"AHHHHH screwing YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE hussy ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her young clean body… but the flavor on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karenic's ‘ minuscule young woman ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined lily-white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, menstruation from between the slender blank teenager's creamy thighs and pocket billiards on the methamphetamine hydrochloride screen background. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing blackened cock upwards and let thick roofy of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's apartment white tummy and heaving vernal breasts. camera circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In nursing home across the States, boob tube screens showed the richly definition image of the inglorious rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the gabardine teen's ravaged pussycat. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her female parent's sapless smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's brow, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her girl's sweaty boob and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing grim weapon, fresh from her daughter's virgin bitch and hungrily taking it into her sass. Sarah Davenport then reached a deal forward, dragging her frail white finger's breadth through the cum leaking from her sister's slit, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, pasty fluid trickle onto her lingua .