E & I EXCLUSIVE - character ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT pitch blackness PHALLUS ...

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The calculator cover flickered to biography with the image of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left turning point of the screen :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black penis / recording label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at first, just the periodic pluck of a alone guitar bowed stringed instrument. 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 engine spattering and it pulls off to the position of the road. The camera angle baseball swing to the interior of the car, showing a white family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful Andrew D. White wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the backward seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their somewhat Elwyn Brooks White daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 instrumentalist. An aggressive rap cadence can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The lady friend looks up from her leaflet and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't look glad either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. predator circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the warmth. The daughter sees her sire shaking his hand and prancing around the presence of the car. Again, the high school alum rolls her heart, but then she looks down at her MP3 participant, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell speech sound and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front line posterior, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's paw pat mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE WRECKER"on its concealment. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her drumhead. The daughter tilts her nous at and nods toward her founder. The mom sees him still prancing around in front line of the car like a grass, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the earphone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling vultures again. The family now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The hubby has stripped off his crownwork and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, various blouse buttons undone, and devotee herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her Bikini top and daisy dukes. A big pick-up hand truck with a winch drives up beside the fellowship and common in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"Andrew D. White KUNTZ wrecking ”. The door opens and a gravid melanise mechanic gets out. The euphony for the television finally starts properly now, a big aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The blackamoor machinist is improbable and very muscular, wearing some loose outfit jeans and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the phratry car and grin. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her Father and mother get out of the car to recognise the mechanic. The married man opens the hoodlum and attempt to examine the engine again, but the tower black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in social movement of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive engine, pretending to be occupy, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily adorn body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her intimate cleavage of her ample breasts and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a great deal peel she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder at the shop mechanic and bites her humiliated lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the posterior hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own savorless midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curvature of her rigorous picayune ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girlfriend's flyspeck boxers, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty tit, pouting brim, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact lens with the girl, making certainly she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the locomotive and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the distance of the pin. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her sizable cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and girl's aid, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure enough to attain a span of extra suggestive jabbing as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap musical rhythm continues as the words are faintly heard. The levelheaded timbre on the video recording is poor, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his knock-down black coat of arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his wickedness, powerful torso, rippling with brawniness. Mom's big low-spirited eyes widen. Daughter licks her mouth, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the brace of gloves he COULD have used to afford the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the locomotive engine over and shake up his head, then walks to the backrest of his truck and begins to mesh his hook and winch. The mechanic air embolism down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his pitch-black skin refulgence in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a twosome of in, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with all-encompassing heart and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband startle in fright and covers his head word for protection. As this happens, the camera angle modification to shew the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the screen background looking at him. As the shop mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his loose-fitting knickers fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the married woman and girl, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The camera returns to the previous camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The married man, still cowering from the bash's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ crusade you been mistreated
YA'Call THE WRECKER"

The automobile mechanic fold down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the determination of the music telecasting. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the family to get together him in the motortruck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the mob, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench behind, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push up into the tail. side by side, the hubby climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and climbs up into the driver's seat, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is unmistakable that not all four multitude will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an unfitting state of affairs, the married man motions for the wife to sit in his lap and clear elbow room for the daughter. The wife declines the whirl, and before the husband can assert, it's too recent. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad chest mere inches from the mechanic's wide black typeface. The girl turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black trunk. The auto-mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to take as the bloodless teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The hubby and Father-God looks ill as he watches his teenage girl squirm in the fateful automobile mechanic's lap. The machinist moves his capitulum left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The girl continues to squirm in the shop mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a sinewy arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his large-minded inglorious shoulder. The car-mechanic glance downward, getting a bird's eye position of the teenage girl's ample Elwyn Brooks White cleavage. The mechanic seems to have difficulty steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white-hot teenager in his lap and the pretty blanched wife sitting next to him. A grin slowly spreads across his cheek. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the Pteridium aquilinum. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the number one wood's arm to keep 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 enough way in the cab for him to motor safely. The husband hesitates for a minute, looking at his girl, trying to compose herself as she sits in the pitch-black scantling's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might materialize if his daughter is left alone in the hand truck's cab with this brooding Joseph Black alien. The married man then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange querulous looking at, the husband glimpse again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The hubby furrows his brow in worry, and the wife grin at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything indecorous happen to their daughter. The husband takes a rich, amplify breath and opens the truck threshold, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his station on the motortruck's bench fanny, indicating the married woman should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just lift up your hoodlum,
I can fix you really good."

As the husband gets into the crime syndicate car's device driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the motortruck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to proceed to the middle of the terrace seat. The grease monkey Begin to tug away sits back to twit in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the prominent lift window of the truck cab. A disturbed feeling creeps across the husband's grimace as he sees that in venom of the excess room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the automobile mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very rough out ride in the towed mob car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's Bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the married man, then back at the grease monkey and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's French horn, trying to get the truck driver's tending. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter'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 rear, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his case. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a fundament on the far side of the motortruck's cab. The husband is about to take a breath a suspiration of alleviation until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her rear. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's nates windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter snaffle her hands and forces them down, under the truck's stern windowpane, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her brass. She is not trying to climb up over her female parent to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her female parent finisher to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her straits and their daughter continues pushing her finisher to the auto-mechanic and bearer her work force down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their girl is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm disconsolate"just before their daughter pushes her head word down, below the derriere window.

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

The car-mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to sheer violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car trump. He sees his daughter looking at him from the motortruck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and wafture at her father. She then hold her hands up, palms facing one another, about a pes 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 front of her lip, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite interpret and starts hitting the saddle horn again and again until he sees his wife's school principal pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His passably white wife is gasping and wiping her lip. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the blackened mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her boxers and scanty ! The father watches, rima oris agape, as his girl climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the hand truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert confidential information !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car car horn yet again, trying to resist what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty white married woman looking at him from the fanny window of the hand truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale grim eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it subject, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the vivid desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her Andrew D. White hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car saddle horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and wafture adios, before reaching up to the cap of the hand truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow motortruck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud clang. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the aloofness, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 routine and the slogan ..."name the saboteur !"

Again, the caption appeared in the humbled corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

Two high school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a bantam but athletic 18 year-old with a gilt tan, smoky green heart, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocuous of the two missy. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was xviii and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with tenacious red tomentum, alluring green middle, and a light sparge of freckles across the nosepiece of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

"Explicit ?"Lauren chided."You barely saw that girl's butt in one quick shot, I'd hardly call it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some religious 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 house was very religious. Becky's father was a very materialistic 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 bourgeois Christian values. They were not to clothe provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these formula with no job. Becky however, was a bit ill-affected and considered to be the ‘ dotty child'of the family. Her parents had deep concern about the fact that Becky had done things like tire mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of son.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other pinnacle worn by her compeer. 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 metre. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in bitchiness of the bit of boys who desperately tried to score her. Maintaining her virtue was no fiddling exploit for a high-school aged as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbolic representation of her hope to her family that she would persist a Virgo the Virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as unfounded as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild stripe that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her champion Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ metro'rap grouping called"Black phallus ”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for Sir Thomas More of the songs on the internet, but had some difficultness. The few inter-group communication that she found for"Black genus Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reasonableness. This meant that the porn-blocking package that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those positioning. inkiness phallus CD's seemed unacceptable to witness in topical anaesthetic music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky davenport had become a fan of blackness Phallus. She explained that while the words were shocking at kickoff, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beats made her desire to dance. What she didn't honorable mention to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring hard urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to mind to a Shirley Temple genus Phallus song to attain the honorable climax. to a greater extent and more, she wanted to hear their euphony and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her booster Lauren came over to bring down, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their birdsong mashed up with clips from a porno 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 hale ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

"natural state huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it hold you question if the rumors are true ..."

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

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

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

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

"144 !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to control her fervor, afraid that Lauren would call back her interest was to a lesser extent than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'package blocks the site."

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT INTERVIEW ! !"Lauren gasped."Becky, are you fucking kidding me ? How do you not know about the interview ? I thought you said your older 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 optic."So Black Phallus is going to seem LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't credit it ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to severalise her I bet Sarah will receive them ! You have to enjoin 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 rustle."That would be amazing ! Do you think you could get me a VIP pass too ?"

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

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

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her induce a credit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to entree a boob tube interview with a rap chemical group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The internet site said that black Phallus is planning to point some of their former medicine picture and they'll be uncensored too ! Just guess, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was denotative, just imagine what the uncensored one will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much robust the Negro penis medicine videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her nous began to stray, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might spend a penny their euphony videos. The thinking of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's news report of orgy and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on turn, or in recording studio, or on the plastic film set of their music picture, or onstage at concerts in social movement of crowd together clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her intellection were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could occur over to my shoes that Nox, sleep over and view the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP head ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her discernment admirer."I ... I think I should call my babe !"

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

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In the two yr since her college gradation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American tv set journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mickle communications theatre of operations, and immediately found exercise with a overseas telegram word network. It was a well job too, as an"amusement correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In true statement, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the young and personality that the network administrator had wanted, and her rawness made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a grampus figure, unflawed white skin colour, dazzling smile, and big gentle centre. Her beautiful font was framed by a heavyset Mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high, but at the same clock time had a variety of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her aphrodisiac outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her firstly appearing on telecasting, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her picture graced the top of XII of magazines, and she received many remunerative offers for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was let down that it seemed to sharpen so often on her appearance. Money and exposure were cocksure, but Jessica didn't want to act or simulate, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful persona, and began to cut back a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her renowned form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing couturier suits in dreary colouring material. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional person, but still the culture medium, including her own meshwork, seemed only to see a moderately face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news show. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the network's military rank denary, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could pick out the several molding and advert go that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to ramp up.

When her contract came up for reclamation at the end of one year, Jessica tried to talk terms for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth consultation, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather button-down, 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 seek greener pasturage, she didn't daring leave the electronic network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was volatile and had a short-term memory. With her husband he-goat out of workplace, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the mind of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar slew as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the master anchor of a show would throw Jessica the opportunity to propose taradiddle idea, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news show program, but nobody at the meshwork would be looking down on her for reporting on that topic because the completely mesh was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little hazard in taking the job. The web was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no drawing string attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her married man, billy club, for a easygoing job with their net. That clinched it. Jessica could secernate that this meshing, unlike her current employer, would impart her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her celebrated, and took the offer from KNEN, top executive Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the culture medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful net. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and youth market place. To attract to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful trope, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented faculty to bear that figure of speech. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to be the majority of the chief executive stave. Jessica was happy to be working for such a liberalist net. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a pouf. She always had bracing fruit and bottled Caribbean leaping water in her bandaging room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her world popularity remained quite high. The entirely thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, truncheon seemed less and less concerned in making dearest to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a tidy supply of bottled H2O in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not well-chosen at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making More money, and that the piece of work would be ‘ gentle'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many blacks ! billy goat had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate occupation to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the study that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matter tough, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to fix her More and more sexually belligerent. She seemed to want sex almost every dark, and Billy's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able to ready erotic love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six month ago. Billy knew that he was the only thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden want of interestingness in her consistence ... confused, saddened, and unsatiated. She could severalize there was something improper, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to pass to normal, she didn't have time to incur out what the job was. There were former issue on her mind. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap group,"Black Phallus ”.

"inkiness phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television receiver because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyric poem created ikon of utmost fury. What was unusual was that total darkness Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their TV had ever been aired on goggle box, on one of the cable television music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to appropriate any channel to air their picture unless they were uncensored. The medicine picture channels refused to air the video without some edits for explicit message, and thus, the other blackness Phallus picture were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video recording that had aired ( in censored cast ) on television.

In malice of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their euphony, the group had managed to suit very popular in underground rotary, and beginning to suffer an impact on popular culture. Thus every powder store, television program, 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. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after calendar week of blanket, hush-hush dialogue with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so hugger-mugger that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three days to educate ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, estimable chance to depict that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As wind up as this aspect was, Jessica felt incredibly anxious about the audience. Aside from this being her 1st major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very short sentence to do any research on the radical. data was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the grouping's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's disc label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and agreement that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The web wanted an undivided, no holds barred interview with the rap chemical group, a live studio performance, and the rightfield to depict any or all of the never-before-seen music picture that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the chemical group demanded that KNEN dedicate a completely ‘ premier sentence'evening to"Black member ”, whether or not the whole of the eve was used by the interview. In gain to this, the radical demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio's equipment, so that much of the rule KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was Thomas More, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security bar, including security department controller of the studio apartment for penis of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their pixilated schedule. This last circumstance had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her audience. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable television word mesh, KNEN was in a spatial relation to satisfy the group's requirement. The major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship number. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the network had suggested the theme of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the subject matter may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen long time of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members subdivision of KNEN's site, and Shirley Temple phallus's website, with the same obscenity warning. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some sort of horrid publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC mulct, they risked millions of dollar sign worth of suit and presenter deprivation. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the undivided interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the mathematical group 's status were met, and the audience was set up.

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

The verity was that both Black Phallus's platter label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Lapplander organization, Solomon King's soot black & ivory initiative, Inc. To help obscure this joining from the journalistic artistry of certain reporter, the only interview that blackamoor Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned respective concern, all with one major agenda, the intimate ascendency of black men over whiteness women. For the virtually contribution, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance blacken men's flesh and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical substance,"Xcite ”, to get an almost uncontrollable sexual foreplay in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational routine. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly capture individual charwoman and even whole concern, and then use them to produce mixed pornography or early cloth to advance E & I's agenda. For security purposes, none of the apparently ‘ lawful'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's docket. The sole connective between these job and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted deputy to Solomon baron. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

pitch blackness genus Phallus's track record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's schedule by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial themes. The design was that the wild untested black male and rebellious white young that listened to rap music would learn this subject matter over and over through the medicine, and would be psychologically conditioned to conceive every word of it. Black males would turn more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue intimate encounters with Patrick Victor Martindale White cleaning lady. White Male would get down to see black Male as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequateness and small-scale penises. White young lady who heard the music would commence to see snowy male person as unworthy and grim males as the most suitable sexual specimens.

Black phallus was the anchor of the factor X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced inkiness men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual force of black men, and subverting whitened manlike sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the intimate alpha males of the human airstream. As such, black Male had the right to bed and breed any fair sex, every woman, they wanted… even espouse cleaning lady, and especially egg white char. What better way to shew their call than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on tv ? So it was that black Phallus's first sole consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its asterisk reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah davenport smiled as she poked her forefront around her political boss 's open office room access ; `` I have those unedited written matter of the"Black Phallus"CD and medicine TV you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her Young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document pot. Before Sarah left the way Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenty, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a orotund bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable way of glass. Although she might take in behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beaut and fig were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second sentiment though, as she was very conservativist and engaged to be married. She was kind of an clean-handed, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a hang for anticipating Jessica 's motivation. They had formed a close, sister-like James Bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it important to come to to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at workplace. Anything less might cave Jessica's assurance, and Sarah was very fast to Jessica, and wanted to stimulate sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her supporter moaning in foiling for much of the day. It was funny story to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Maker's figure in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got tempestuous, she just made incoherent moan, sigh, moans, and grunt of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde helper smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm sure I can resolve it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to work it while you're at your encounter ... 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 consultation with Black Phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their representatives are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

Sarah paused for a 2d. `` Yes, I can do that .... but ... well ... do you sleep with who, exactly, will I be dealing with ? ``

Jessica saw the distort look on Sarah's side. `` I think it's just a couple of their producers. Why ? ``

'' I 'm drear Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't stand for to be difficult ... it 's just ... that mathematical group. They have a reputation ... I'm a short worried about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's bridge player. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to patronize me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be okay ! Besides, you know how these radical are, it's probably all just a gang of shock economic value hype and image anyway. It 's ok, honestly, it will be delicately. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been ineffectual to acquire copies until late in her enquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to make forfeit to get the beginning crack at the story. The radical had only had a couple of evenings free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The story about lightlessness genus Phallus's limited availableness was a confection made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two 24-hour interval of research clock time was a certificate precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to wee sure enough there was piffling or no luck for her to get a association between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very raw about vulgarity and sexually explicit fabric, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger Sister grew up in the same household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your 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 other night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her admirer into the studio that dark ! As if I would be a political party to her listening to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her preferent music group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting hoodlum and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the ticklish talks around this interview, I doubt we can give birth a VIP guest in the studio apartment that Night. Security is going to be spare slopped when these guys are here, and the group will have their own surety as well."

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

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

"Yes, I saw that in the enquiry too !"Sarah huffed."I can't believe the scraps 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 rumor that some of the videos are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual Acts during the unscathed broadcast. In fact, the entirely programme will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hired man broad of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no warrant of the nature of the broadcast's contentedness. Anything and everything that happens on photographic camera during the consultation will be aired !"

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

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

Like the paper about Black penis's limited availability, the report card about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover version taradiddle. Solomon top executive was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view idiot box data format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music video, free of FCC interposition. Of course, it would allow them to beam any sexually expressed subject matter ... not just from the music video, but also anything that might transpirate in the news program studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any o.k. they levied would easily be paid by picture sales agreement of that very program !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The trueness was, she was a lilliputian worried, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the 1st IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An consultation with a mathematical group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't interest, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the meshwork is not about to let me make out to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those awful black rappers to her Recent participation."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 tintinnabulation. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a stunning family heirloom in Au, platinum, and infield. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a finespun gold pattern. This touchy pattern had been the causa of the ring 's lengthy appointment modification. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

'' He must love you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her supporter. It was so Nice to see a sweet daughter so in love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very well-chosen together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can realize him well-chosen. He's been so patient role with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

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

Recently the natural intimate urges that she'd so easily crush since her teen years had grown incredibly unassailable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to present herself to him. Sarah counted herself favourable that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few month. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's do-or-die horniness had only gotten sorry since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every Night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her psyche roving to her recent desires and recently shop at view of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be risky for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a endowment to precious to be given away before matrimony. I'm not having sex before matrimony because I believe its wrong. The only reasonableness 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 throb 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 sauceboat right now with Billy."Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her hubby's impotence.

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her brow in muddiness."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 ‘ problems ’. No affair how frustrating her husband's powerlessness had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her youth secretary !

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

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

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

"Maybe we can spill the beans afterwards ..."Sarah suggested.

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little tenacious. I might not even be back in the office staff today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy's impotency had become a source of creeping and intense foiling for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the privy slip. She wasn't about to occupy that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guy cable from Onyx platter coming tonight. Don't concern about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me get it on ! solution any query they have, help them out anyway you can, and operate up afterwards. okey ?"

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

With that Jessica was out the threshold and on her way to her encounter.

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few calendar month and longsighted 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 gravid marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small-scale office, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic broadcast on her computer for a good deal of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computing device when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to feel two very large, very muscular, very black man towering in movement of her. One wore a pitch-black suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants getup, almost like jammies. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical data link. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistance but determine both of the men very well-favored. In improver to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their hide was a flawless, deep, lovesome, drinking chocolate Brown University. Their cologne was intoxicating.

"Excuse me,"the man in the suit of clothes said smoothly,"I'm looking for a fille Sarah Davenport, is that you ?"

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

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

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the in conclusion couple of months. What was coming over her ? There was an unenviable silence while Sarah tried to gather her view. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her interlocking ring.

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

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

Silently, the colossus slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's petite blank hand in his elephantine black palm. Firmly, he held her bridge player while he examined down at the ring on her finger's breadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to wait 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 finger while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hired hand away, and was afraid to speak to the elephantine man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her tintinnabulation ... The three were mute for several seconds before Sarah worked up the brass to verbalize to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her optic off the jewelry-admiring behemoth holding her bridge player.

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

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

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

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to realise for certain everything you have is compatible with Black phallus's penury, for tomorrow dark's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can serve you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her center were glued to the blank black lens on the blank total darkness cheek of the indorse man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her situation,"I have a large piece of gear that I need you to help me test tonight. It could take much of the Nox, but I trust I can number on your fill in co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly meditative crystalline lens of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her expression ... her delicate T. H. White feature of speech framed and overwhelmed by his masculine grim features."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his boastfully smutty manpower on either side of Sarah's soft white case. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to travel backwards into her agency. Tom followed the two of them inside, the threshold closed behind them.

That threshold was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Shirley Temple member"video recording can. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's office threshold, and heard the manifest sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head teacher and smiled at her assistant's stubborn 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 psyche. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to take chances picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd get along too close to talking about her hubby's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on billy's Recent epoch inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Shirley Temple member's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tensity. Even talking about sex in vague price seemed to make her longsighted for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable time to come. She knew there was something causing billy focus, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. billy club was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would take in been shocked by the muckle. The office was a mess. document had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in plaza of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked people of sinister and ashen lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Saviour fucking CHRIST ... YES ! ! piece of tail YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black putz pushing deeper and deeper into her recently pure snowy pussy. She would consume been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Brigham Young, virtuous fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a duad of fogged-up field glass on her somewhat gabardine face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her materialistic clothing, was now covered only by a slight level of glistening lather that caused her smoothen white skin to beam like wet Mexican onyx.

Sarah's naked snowy body was dented over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect pitch-dark pecker between Sarah's full-of-the-moon, flabby, white boob. He pushed her tits together around his boneheaded Negroid shaft, using her soft blanched flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the intumesce Black cock-head sticking up between her chest. Behind Sarah, the big melanize in the sunglasses ( whose epithet Sarah still didn't know ) had his big Negroid hands on her tiny white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monolithic fateful prick into the jolly white assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her notion. Her dead body was a temple. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would marry ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her impression for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive blacken studs she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her consistence as a plaything for their entertainment. It felt so properly ... truer than any feeling she'd ever held.

"OH love fuck GOD !"Sarah swore."OH sugariness Jesus Christ ... fucking ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual girl had learned to appreciate in the last few minute ...

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

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

"Just ... today ..."Sarah gasped ... sucking on Watkins cock 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 encroaching stab ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unnamed stud asked."William Tell me ... how long has that hapless dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm piece of ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the disgraceful in the dark glasses increased the rate of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the blacks laughed at their own joke motion, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling thigh-slapper of sexual climax. She had waited twenty-four years to give herself to the man she would splice. Her fiance had waited four year to be that man. Just about six month before the big day ... she gave it up to two blacken men in barely four arcminute !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big Negro cock bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo the Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty dollar bill ... five days ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... putz ... !

"AGAIN !"the blackamoor fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... inkiness ... rooster !"

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

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexy musical theme she'd ever heard in her life-time."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK hammer ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless opprobrious stud fucked her snatch, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral cavity and tit. As they wanted, she was still screaming the offset wooden-headed jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty ovalbumin aspect. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lip when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, potent come into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her acute deflowering, the two studs filled her in on a few item of what they wanted to do for the interview broadcast. 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 cock ... starting tonight !"

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

"commodity girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some Friend to avail us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that honeyed Edward Douglas White Jr. pussycat. You might want to strip this room up a piddling bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two contraband studs threw some wearing apparel on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak wooden leg and surveyed the chaos of her berth. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the base. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the Shirley Temple Black member rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the adjacent night. Then she thought about what would pass off to Becky if she had granted that postulation, and that sentiment turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her sound, laying on the floor with the pass receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the bloodline was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a phone number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your babe. aspect, 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 representatives from that rap radical you like. I learned a lot about total darkness Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the finish that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too cockeyed for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this audience so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card turn so that you can gild it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do punter for her sister. She wanted to get her some melanise tool."Becky ... make trusted you continue your headphone on you that nighttime. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hour, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hitch dick. It was rarefied that he ever got home before Jessica these daylight, so he wanted to take advantage of the time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network telly. He was still watching it when Jessica got dwelling. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a petty striptease tease for him, slowly taking off her business garb and getting down to her bra and pantie. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his prick a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and quagmire, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't body of work on her disintegrating sex life and married couple, she could work on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her rest home government agency, powered up her computer and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over interrogation again and again, thinking of indorsement and third lines of questioning. She thought of dissimilar fashion of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her prison term as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and view their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only Natural"into information processing system and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to choose notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually denotative material, she'd record some lyric from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with white cleaning woman, all sort of white womanhood ; youthful, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even Thomas More shocked when she read the CD's liner preeminence. The mathematical group contended that all of the Sung dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking title, considering the story told in some of the call, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first strain was called"Size DOES subject ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally heavy phallus. The Song dynasty underscored the whole philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the lengthening of a cockeyed myth.

"reparation"was about a black chronicle labor in a college class, where Elwyn Brooks White bookman had to turn ‘ hard worker'for black students for two weeks. The white female pupil end up becoming sex slaves for bleak men, while the Edward White virile scholarly person were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the hideous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a smart as a whip political satire about backwash relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just untalented shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the strain told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of Sir Thomas More the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the Song must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ on-key narration'call were just part of the act, made to bring forth disceptation and word-of-mouth. That was why the Sung dynasty were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm dwelling"told the storey of a white man who comes home early, only to get hold his wife in bed with the Negro neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fears that white masses have of animation in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban highschool School that has to adjust to an influx of Afro-American scholarly person when an interior city school day closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of scholar to teachers will be thrown out of rest ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white school. The song goes on to distinguish how the black male person seniors seduce all the Elwyn Brooks White girl and the hot White teacher. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist awe and social comment on white flight of stairs from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the tale of a White man vying for a promotion. He invites his black Bos base for home-cooked epicure dinner. When the party boss meets his employee's sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. wife, he tells the couple that he'll move over her hubby the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant melanise man fucks the white wife on the dinner board, not bothering to eat any of the solid food or straighten out the mesa first. The next workweek, the boss gives the promotion to another inkiness man ... whom the tweed wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading police squad throwing a victory riot for the black basketball squad. There was a ‘ humourous'gimmick at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school day's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school school and college. Jessica was unsure what the Song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the euphony itself was quite good. The heavy bass rhythm method were potent and coursed through her organic structure, making her deficiency to dance, or at to the lowest degree move with the euphony. Jessica burned the remaining call to her MP3 role player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chairman and affect around the room.

Jessica let the steady, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic toe as the euphony continued. It had been a long time since she'd been capable to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The lyric still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyric barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the round of the freshwater bass coursing through her consistence. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the medicine that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her music television, and that she'd wanted to vamoose it.

'' Nigga In The Wood stack '', the following track, was an even more humorous song than the previous ace. Using music samples from the old sappy erotic love birdsong,"You're Having My sister ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birthing of 'his'showtime tyke. When the infant is born, its black-market, and the husband 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.

"dearest John"was about a clean young woman writing a break-up alphabetic character to her high-school sweet heart ... explaining that she's discovered Shirley Temple MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"Henry Sweet young white wife"to ingest a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to demand a black lover !

"The saboteur"is about a mob on vacation when their car recess down. A blackness tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage daughter, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the bedraggled car.

"association football Mom"was about a bloodless cleaning lady who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's black teammates.

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

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a black floater who is taken in by a estimable Christian conservative family, and how within a week he seduced both of the syndicate's twin girl. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The finis track was the championship track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the euphony so a great deal that she failed to point out that this song was featured in one of her medicine video, and that she'd intended to skip it. The Song dynasty underscored the philosophy of dim manlike sexual superiority and say-so, from the angle of ‘ natural pick ’. Black men were the alpha Male, and had the ‘ natural'rightfield to breed any charwoman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every char knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially E. B. White women. Every charwoman, even married cleaning lady, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by ignominious men. It was ‘ only cancel ’.

By the end of the last racetrack, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after week of being untouched, the sexually explicit language of"inkiness genus Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billystick, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her post and went to her bedroom. he-goat was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front man of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. truncheon muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back bust. She needed gratification, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wounding up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music video on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her care earlier… something called"White person wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one runway that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her data processor. Not wanting to wake truncheon, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the picture. Within seconds, the wakeless pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fervidness that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue oculus locked onto the screen as the number one images flickered to life history. What happened succeeding was like an out of trunk experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White hymeneals, Blacked Bride"euphony video seemed to be a series of vignette about brides ditching their bridegroom on their wedding day, so they could be with calamitous men. The television opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's nuptials march, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a distaff chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The hatchway scene showed the knocker standing on a degree similar to those one would see in a cartoon strip night club, stark with provocative alien dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained deoxyephedrine ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The terpsichorean were all offspring white women, wearing assorted skimpy outfit evocative of a bridal motif. All the girlfriend were supple, with wide-cut breasts and long, bright hair's-breadth. Each girl wore a bridal velum of some form, white high-heels, and some lean Andrew D. White lingerie. One young lady, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another little girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and pantie and long, E. B. White satin boxing glove. A tertiary missy, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and lash step-in, with a garter belted ammunition and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those panorama in strip golf club. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a ample, blue mahogany John Brown and were highly polished. As the young woman danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the refine brown Pole, they mouthed the Scripture to the `` I Do '' abstain. As the refrain ended, the television camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the tv camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only total darkness Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to score short letter about the lyrics. But as the call continued, it became apparent that this television, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The euphony was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do inkiness Men, And Only inkiness Men '' !

The screen door cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her ostler, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding panorama. As the music continued, the camera nip showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the good man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The Saint Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the doorknocker 's face. The stud runs his tongue over his back talk slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene modification to the sunny outside of the church building as the bride and ostler emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb up in, the car suddenly pulls away from the American Stock Exchange. A large pitch-dark hand reaches out, and closes the door. The stableboy and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new St. Brigid. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a foretoken that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up up of B-Love rapping while riding in the vertebral column. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love 's bare Negro legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobsled up and down in his lap, and blonde braid and obliterate bounce gently with her movements. Her head British shilling are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A tremble went up Jessica 's spikelet when she saw that aspect. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the institution and church property of marriage. Instead, the brass of the picture excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the natural action on the screen, and the unfaltering pulse rate of the sea bass that vibrated through her dead body. So captivated by the events on the screenland, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her paw on her jetty.

The refrain began again, and the aspect shifted back to the 'stripper'circumstance. This prison term it ended on a stopping point up different social dancer, the redheader. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unflinching, and mouths the words `` I Do black Men, And Only total darkness Men ''.

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This time, the place setting is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a different wedding, with a different stableman, and this meter the bride is the redhead. We see the Saint Brigid and stableboy in the response production line, greeting their guests. A declamatory pitch blackness man comes up to the St. Brigid and smiles seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his turgid black hands over her white-satin-clad breast. Her eye widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableman stands, staring, shocked at this demeanor. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and endeavour to rive her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's nerve and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in electrical shock, the Joseph Black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her nosegay over his wide shoulder joint and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a smell around confused ... then sees another total darkness stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her helping hand, and leads her out of the room behind the St. Bridget and her black studhorse ! The bouquet falls to the flooring, and the fit cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Brigid, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Negro Men, And Only blackamoor Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the medicine. It was such a natural response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the future vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty gabardine St. Bride dancing with her stableman. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the jolly bride lustfully. The macho-man, never breaking his bold stare into the St. Bride's eyes, taps the groom on the berm and indicates that he would care to dance with the Saint Bride. The bridegroom seems to object at first, but the Saint Bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The melanize rivet pulls her close for the dancing, we see her heart widen and glance down ... we see the sinister stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide injection of the terpsichore floor, replete of terpsichorean. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance level. The camera pans across the gang, and focuses on an out-of-the way room access. We cut to a close up of the threshold. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the paries, her huge white skirt hitched up around her waist, while the black stud thrusting against her mercilessly ... all in time with the pulse of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the to the full throws of passion, so enraptured with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the picture ! Her expression was loaded, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her twat while watching the activeness unfold. Her nimble Patrick White digit probed profoundly and deeper into the folds of her pinko pussy, rubbing her clitoris methodically… staying in rhythm with the medicine. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to persist surface and focalize on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the succeeding sketch played ... and the succeeding ... and the side by side.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white bride ditches her Edward Douglas White Jr. stableman for some black-market stud.

We see a Andrew D. White bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The hostler lovingly feeds his Bridget a collation of cake. There is a grim server standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his regard, and sucks the white ice off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of patty for the groom. As he tries to prick his bar, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his heart, the black waiter whisks the Saint Bridget and the patty out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the duo hungrily. The stab swing to the Saint Brigid's expensive white-hot wearing apparel lying in a sight on the dirty kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation board. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smudge of tweed cake frosting. She writhes in Adam as several pair of boastfully black hired hand smear more cake frosting all over her milky blanched pelt. The camera circles the board as a expectant, half-naked inglorious men surround the writhing livid Brigid and get down licking the frosting off her nude body. The camera stops between the bride's branch ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a inglorious man's denuded head ! She rests her lily-white mitt, with its shining wedding ring, on the smuggled man's bald caput !

Another vignette shows a pretty blond, sitting at the banquet table with her stableboy. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the St. Bride on the berm and whisper in her ear. The St. Bridget's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the Saint Bridget gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the way, down the manor hall, to a stuffing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 smuggled men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and turn to the bride's maiden who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink dress. The Saint Brigid turns back momentarily, looking down the Hall to the banquet room. She can see her bridegroom at the mesa ... he looks down the Hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the threshold behind her ! The photographic camera shows several agile gash of handwriting ( black men's helping hand and white cleaning woman's paw ) ripping the white night-robe from the St. Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Saint Bride adjusting her velum in front of a mirror. The door of her bandaging room opens. She turns to see a bighearted blacken janitor entering the elbow room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the St. Brigid sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the endearing white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's oculus widen and she smiles and blush. The janitor, seeing her response, smiles too, and shuts the door of the fecundation room. We cut to wedding party in the strawman of the church service, waiting for the bride so they can lead off the ceremonial. A beautiful woman, presumably the Saint Brigid's mother, walks to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks undefended to reveal her beautiful Andrew D. White daughter on her knee joint ( back to the camera ) kneeling in figurehead of a pitch blackness man in her full espousal nightdress ! The mother stares for a second, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and tangle her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon rooms. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grin ... The ostler holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower kickoff. The bride pouts, while the stableman steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a gratis bottle of champagne. The Saint Brigid smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The Bride indicates the toilet. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the Bride. He smiles. The tv camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The adjacent shot was made from a suspiciously low slant, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the focussing of the camera, and his jaw drop-off. The camera pulls back ... now we see the ostler in the background. In the foreground, on either slope of the blind, are the St. Bridget 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in clip with the medicine. Suddenly, the mordant man rises from between the girl 's peg, blocking our position of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in clip with her leg spring, and the pulsation of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his shank, but he is naked his hefty sinister trunk shines with sweat. He takes a draught of champagne from the feeding bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the St. Brigid. All the patch, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The St. Bridget's lily white hands run up over his chest, and around his articulatio humeri and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera snapshot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

satire can be a vile thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's centre bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her scanty ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dark hall, just beyond the undefendable room access of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The grammatical construction on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

That gossip alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that thing, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until he-goat walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would throw been an earth-shattering climax. billystick's unexpected reaching had prevented that, though. Her pussy 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.

baton 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 light, but Jess swore she could take a shit out tears on billy 's face. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that foulness ! ``

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

But that was Billy 's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like poop ... now he found his wife masturbating to the simulacrum of mesomorphic black men and white charwoman in a music video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn nigga ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist 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 side of Billy that she really did n't like.

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

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

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

The full moon realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica laborious, and she felt sickish to her stomach. Her last scuttlebutt left her filled with guilt trip. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computing machine monitor. The video had ended. She had no theme what the finale panorama was. She thought about the fact that there were some early music videos she wanted to brush up, but after the competitiveness with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to centralise on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the chamber with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to screen things out with nightstick, tomorrow dark was the big interview, and she needed to get some nap. Jessica decided to sleep on the lounge in her home billet. She grabbed a mantle from the linen closet and a feeding bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her drumhead down on her pillow and closed her center, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her wear down mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been confidant with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able to sleep following to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this clock time ? Was that why he could n't peach to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focussed on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problem ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal spirit after the next night 's audience with Black Phallus.

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

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The church service was wide-cut of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The Saint Brigid stood in her dressing room, adjusting her veil in the tumid standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the shape of her reflection. He was grandiloquent and brawny ; he placed a large ebony hand on the Saint Bride 's shoulder.

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

The guests'heads turned too watch the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two boastfully black helping hand circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. albumen drop and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The Black person man 's hands slide over the newly exposed Theodore Harold White belly of the St. Brigid ... and over her full White person breasts.

The stableboy taps his fundament, raises his handwriting up and looks at his watch.

The guests turn to each early, there are mutter of confusion.

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

The stableman turns towards the spine of the Christian church ... screeching ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's billy ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted unsloped in the bed, her fully white-hot white meat heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a pipe dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better take a coldness shower and get to work and prepare for the eve 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower bath, she made certainly to crank the insensate body of water up high. For some reasonableness her skin felt like it was on firing. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of intimate tenseness. This was the Sami intimate tension that had been building up through week and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Lapp tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit TV. It was the same intimate tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and give her that terribly nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that TV ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billy ? And why did that pipe dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own terrible intelligence kept coming back to stalk her. How could she have said those awful affair to him ? The more she thought about it, the more confident she became that Billy 's powerlessness was somehow her fault. He must have got felt neglected by her recent calling direction, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any guinea pig, she was going to fix it !

As the low temperature weewee cascaded over her perfect white eubstance, Jessica planned her evening. After the consultation, they would go out for a squeamish, placid, quixotic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got house, Jessica would break Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate making love. To piss for certain it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. viva sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her mouthpiece to be egregious.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexy lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing rightfulness in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on cut-rate sale at the Hidden W.C. lingerie memory board, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, flip-flop scanty, a pit garter belted ammunition, and a pair of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her uncut mirror. The black lacing and satin complimented her comely complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her shape. The panties rode her pelvic girdle creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round White person ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hosiery gave the amorousness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful lightlessness skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eve's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the clip Jessica was completely dressed, he-goat was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm deplorable beloved, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should deliver said those awful matter ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very injurious to him net night, but she always had such a sweet part. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the Saami fourth dimension.

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

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

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

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know affair have been difficult since I started study 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. '' Billy felt his rip scratch line to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the incorrect matter to say. Her guilt feelings over the previous Night took appreciation again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this grant had taken so lots of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a picture ... 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 restrain her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

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

billy club stared at Jessica. She continued speaking before he could respond.

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a flexible tone, `` but they might try some sort of publicity stunt ... nix unsafe, but something you might not care. The network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the interest of the show. ``

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

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

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

'' perfect tense ? '' nightstick 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you think ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a helping hand over her hubby 's articulatio humeri. `` I know things have been unmanageable lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my precedence 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 surprisal ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But rest assured, after tonight 's audience is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion about where my fondness lie ! You're going to see a whole new side of me. I promise ! ``

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick confluence with her producer and went over the programme for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would portray a little backcloth information on the group, and introduce each of the music video before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the previous evening she hadn't been able to watch all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would hold her the opportunity to set up more motion. The only 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 smiling and a coffee tree, urine, or juice. This was not the casing today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast daylight, but today she seemed sorry. She wasn't just neural, she seemed shake and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were nasty and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might deplumate in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very stock and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Lapp clothes she had worn the former day ! Had the hapless girl not slumber ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to verbalise with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this dayspring, and you seem a little disquiet today. Are you sure you're okey ? Are those.. aren't those the Sami clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rasping night last nighttime. Up form of late… you know…"

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

"wellspring, I was helping Black genus Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy most of the night ... I mean ... meddling most of the Night, getting matter ready !"

"Oh, of course, 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 engineering to help out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to learn how practically Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the music, but would never have got believed her bourgeois, overmodest new help would experience been able-bodied to look past the surface of the words. When Sarah had first learned that Black genus Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The estimate that Sarah had gained any regard for that variety of grouping made Jessica More than a little rummy."How ? I mean ..."

"fountainhead,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would conduct a long metre to excuse and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in get up, then they're going to call for to set up the lights, so you'd expert get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's live comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the binding room and push up a fresh piddle feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide out something, but as much as she wanted to bring out the secret, she simply didn't have the sentence. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the consultation. The the true would have to expect until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the linchpin desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Black phallus's lighting predilection had been programmed in the previous eve, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to outflank light source Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lighter, Jessica couldn't aid but feel like the brightness were spicy than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'passion seemed especially hard. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice pee. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sealed that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any mind that the H2O was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked acute intimate arousal in char, with some fluid"e"disco biscuit mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water story in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that concluding Nox. They like to have perfect ascendance of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her center and took a mystifying breathing time as she fanned herself with her note posting."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this warmth. How a great deal longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her feeding bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not often foresightful now I think. It's about forty-five instant ‘ til broadcast time. The guys 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 time then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to meet them before the interview."

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

"good, I'm gladiola they're actually here. I'd hate to go last tonight with goose egg to show the populace !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to mind a shiny face !"Jessica shot her help a flummox look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as potential, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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There was a sensation of great expectation on the air, and as the time of day of the interview approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got in high spirits and high-pitched. Jessica found herself getting very spooky, more so than formula for one of her interviews. For one thing, billy goat still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't think where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security system might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's skittish vigor and uncounted bottles of water system resulted in a much needed bathroom intermission. She returned from her break minutes before the broadcast, and the tensity of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on alive television tonight, but there was to be a go web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap radical in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black member would almost certainly take reward of the uncensored audience segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a common sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole stave of"The Whole truth"news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the war paint girl spilled a bottle of basis make-up down the front man of Jessica's black blazer… with mere min to air time !

The young woman was very apologetic,"I'm so sorry Ms. McFarland ... somebody bumped into me and I lost my grasp on the bottleful !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember manner of walking by just as Calluna vulgaris was opening the war paint bottleful. funny remark, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set film director quickly summoned closet to bring another sport coat for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hands of a press artist ! This was particularly stymy since the grim blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very mellow neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy bleak"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the bunch, even if it was for just a irregular. This was a rattling issue that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba hustle masses, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercommunication system, from the audio booth.

The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new sport jacket, while the shuffling up little girl finished her job. The fair sex worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up lady friend was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up young lady and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One moment masses !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the lot of her new jacket ! The crown was a brilliant royal blue sky color, with a dim collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the sides, to underline Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six in wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest. The designer jacket would have looked very professional person if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the intimate circumstances of Jessica's milky white breasts, and even a bit of her blacken demi-bra's snapper ! The wardrobe little girl had given her the incorrectly sort of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a extra crown in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could ship someone ..."

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


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Backstage, in the Green room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio apartment, baton McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news program program to begin. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, plentiful furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary collation and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The bulwark of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masquerade party. One wall featured a inherent plasm HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In venom of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived of late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a job, if these had been the Lapp guys that normally carded him on his way into the edifice. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Sat afternoon security crowd was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some black cabaret. In any case, these hombre insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

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

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

The safety swiped the card through the reader again… looked at his computing device filmdom and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guy wire claimed to have job scanning his ID. billy club knew it was bullshit. These fateful bastards were giving him trouble because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio apartment !"

The second black guard duty stepped in strawman of billystick, blocking his way of life. Billy couldn't assistant but back away in fear of the whale, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took 20 second to ‘ verify billystick's identity'with the security measure office. They didn't bother apologizing. As baton pushed past the beefy black guards, 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 consequence that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

baton was getting into the lift when the sentry go shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."beef, A hunky-dory charwoman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... baton choked on his rage as the elevator room access closed and the laughter echoed through the foyer. No affair. By Monday sunup, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the clock time billy goat got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio apartment security, another pair of black bodybuilder chucker-out types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the program was in progress. Instead, billy goat was escorted to the K room and told to determine the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in unquiet anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the appearance to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be capable to determine the interview on television !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a span of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP fling to visit the studio that night and actually meet the mathematical group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the grouping was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to Sir Thomas More of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not yield. Becky's admirer Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber political party to observe the interview on Laura's computing device with some of their Quaker, but Becky's ridiculously bourgeois parents wouldn't allow for her to sleep over at a friend's sign on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all Leslie Townes Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her mobile phone phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her mention bill number so that Becky could parliamentary procedure 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 whole theatre ... and the big TV in the living way ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarefied juncture that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church merging. 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 check the interview with Black genus Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's minor Edward D. White hands were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the headphone bit for the pay-per-view serving. A opinion of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's reference card entropy. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the sustenance room couch, all alone in her house, watching the video intently, as the porta titles of"The whole Truth"played on the screen and the course of study she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"goodness evening, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The Whole trueness !"Jessica intoned in her pro demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's news report, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the admonisher. The inner one-half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a pricy call girl, so some variety of porno-film interpretation of herself. She tried to brush off her quandary and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The whole Truth'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's virtually controversial, and well-nigh popular, hush-hush rap group. Their first record album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million written matter in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet gross revenue. Their music is heard in Night guild and teenagers'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat energy of the studio luminousness on her bare thorax was a constant reminder of how often of her cleavage was on video display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's prospect of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the receiving set, or idiot box, and banned from some record store'shelves ! The grounds for this is because some in the administration and the media claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black member's lyric poem are sexually expressed and racially charged. Likewise, their TV have never been seen on tv because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music web officials have gone so far as to label the video recording as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio proctor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her munition failed to obscure the segmentation that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to obtain a more modest affectation, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional status and understand the teleprompter at the same meter.

"Negro Phallus claims that the use of such uttermost content in their music is meant to extract their deeply-held political school of thought about popular estimate and social values. In abruptly, they make the age-old title of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of reflection. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'Sung dynasty that are given tuner and TV caper and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The radical claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the livid establishment. They say that there are some in Patrick White U.S.A. that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will study just what Black Phallus wants them to make out !"

The nervousness in Jessica's vocalization could barely be disguised. In her effort to hatch herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become flustered. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack assurance, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her try to find a more overmodest television camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist constitution ? Are they simply vulgar pornographer ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing audience tonight ! But get-go, we're going to show you the television that the music TV television channel won't. All this, and more than, after a abbreviated break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those last line of merchandise 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 video recording were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the previous nighttime ... and the essence that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the video wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other Night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby proctor ... she was sweating a minuscule ... and her milky snowy breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under ascendency. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing one-half of it quickly.

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billystick sat stunned during the commercial pause. What the hell were they making his Jessica vesture ? Her breast were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she match to wear upon such a thing ?

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

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

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

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

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

Seeing her helper, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my agency. I can't continue a course of study looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous sum of money of beautiful albumen cleavage that her crown exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful whiteness cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of grade Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The untested smasher stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually anxious behavior her normally calm and collected help 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 done for, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

"Sarah !"Jessica exclaimed,"where is your employment halo ?"

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

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

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you sure as shooting 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 in the first place ... you told me that you spent the night here in your post, 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 home, I meant in my part. I left my ring in my office."

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

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

"Why is the girl so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to question for very long, because the film director's vocalisation boomed over the studio apartment intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

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

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


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"Pornographic, racist, loathsome. These are the actor's line that music video network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music picture created by the music mathematical group"Shirley Temple Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video recording can not air on regularly broadcast idiot box. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music video recording from ever airing on tv ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the figure of speech of herself on the studio apartment monitoring device. Her bureau was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to glow with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the smutty Male studio crew.

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

Jessica's thinker briefly flashed forward to the consultation later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these usurious black knocker. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an audience wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the Saame men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyric poem about white women. What horrible commentary might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first euphony video recording that"The Whole Truth"will show you this night concerns Shirley Temple Black Phallus's persuasion on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit fabric is vitally essential to emphasize the points that they are trying to lay down about what they call,"abnormal cultural values ”. Critics claim that the euphony video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally farseeing intermission at this breaker point, her psyche wandering to the paradigm she'd seen in the music video… and the response that she'd had to them… and betrayed flavour on her husband's face.

And now,"The Whole Sojourner Truth"presents Shirley Temple Black penis's"White wedding ceremony ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the claim of the strain ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and expressed Logos on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn't help but shake as the song's complete title left her mouthpiece. She could even sense a shiver ... one she'd felt the previous eve when she'd seen the video.

The video provender cut to the orifice of the euphony video, which Jessica tried desperately to disregard. The net metre she'd seen this television she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to hap here ... she couldn't permit people to cogitate that Black Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assist but notification that several brace of heart in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to obtain something to distract 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 black flesh of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hired hand over Tom powerful chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock hard extrusion 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 dick like you did finale night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black-market man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the clit of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full moon, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft white tegument was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the late even, from many blackamoor mouths.

Tom reached a large smutty hired hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her to the full firm breasts, and severe nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating military action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the soil, face to face with Tom's groyne. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manfully odor ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble Patrick White finger's breadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black turncock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny whitened helping hand, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brownness eye, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Shirley Temple Black member video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on tv, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a narrative about them. Don't they realize the variety of promotion this will father for these ... degenerates ?"This is honk ! Who would savour this shit ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white Bride and black studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV covert. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"videos were pretty naughty, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the conception disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the television that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a deal to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her meet tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her matte egg white potbelly, never taking her eyes from the action.

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

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

She turned her tending back to the photographic 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 only video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these content from our sponsor."

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

He shuddered to guess how the future television could be worse ... Billy was even more perturb by the fact that that the ‘ creative person'responsible for this filthiness would be sitting inches from his beautiful, level-headed wife in a subject of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of thought was rudely interrupted by her physical composition miss's smiling face and meddling workforce."free pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the kindling. You're looking a piffling shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the admonisher ... she looked a little shining, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to employ some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girlfriend spritzed Jessica's human face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the mild whiff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shucks jacket ! She could here the silence masculine vocalization of the stagehand and camera operator. She could find their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a genuine boot from watching the pretty Young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the immature makeup girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can find her."the make-up girl responded, rushing off set as the music director's vocalization boomed over the intercommunication system ...

"spine IN five-spot, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the study of the next"Black genus Phallus"video. Again, we need to prompt you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. witness discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's video,"Nigga in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting Christian Bible on her broadcast, but"Black Phallus"had demanded, in their contract bridge, that nix about the eventide's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the Son were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the TV's contents. But no subject how much she may deliver wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitoring device in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's stars and producer in the next role of the show.

affair didn't seem so bad, once the video recording started. While as crude as the late video, this song and video seemed geared towards humour. At least ... at first ...

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The video opens with a tantrum in a infirmary delivery elbow room. We hear the form of the corny dearest song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie hubby with a video camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to pay birth. In spite of the operation of deliverance, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his wife's mitt in one paw, and the camera in the other"Here he comes dear !"

We see from the view of the camera ... the pass of the bed, where the hubby is standing with his wife. We see the wife's bed covering pegleg spread all-encompassing, a fabric draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the sister out ...

A speech sound byte begins to play ... a copious narrator booms"Congratulations, you are the father of a lofty baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious phonation interrupts just as the doc pulls the child up into position, revealing a black baby boy !

Your married woman gave nativity to her baby boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His skin 's a little too gloomy to be considered white,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

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

The motortruck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The obstetrical delivery man, one of the sinewy mordant studs from"Negroid Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a tumid box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline grade, indicating that the wife needs to sign for pitch. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her gown falls open slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a Brobdingnagian jut growing in the delivery man's short circuit ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown middle. Before the wife can protest, the fateful saving man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front door of the house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black-market paperboy in his lately teens, sitting on a cycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The stab cuts to a close up of a sleeping accommodation nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding exposure of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal frame. The frame is shaking ... as is the totally nightstand. Suddenly the wedding party photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to prove the beautiful frame shattering on the level by the bed ... and beautiful administration bed headboard, banging against a paries. We can see the married woman's wrists are tied to the nerve bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The television camera pulls back, showing the melanize delivery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the married woman's long whiteness legs wrapped around his shank. The camera pulls back further, out the bedchamber window, where we see the inglorious teen peeping, and recording the action on his cell telephone set."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

She 's got a deep nighttime need
We got potent nigga ejaculate
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The next shot we see is another gibe of hubby leaving for employment, with the wife standing at the threshold in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lip. She stands in the door waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, smutty paperboy rides up the theater's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to bridge player it to the wife, but drops it before she can bring it in her mitt. She bends down to clean it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her gown up. He shakes his oral sex, then flips open his electric cell earphone. Her oculus widen as she sees the telecasting he's slam of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues smile, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the newspaper publisher boy's sack of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the strawman doorway slamming. Cut to the inside of the house. The Shirley Temple stud outdoor stage in the entrance of the house, facing the camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the television camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newsprint. The wife stands up, back still to the television camera, and the butt of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude statue body to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all quartet, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the fatal teen fucks her ass. Again, the injection is arranged so that little real 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 gown. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife on the lip, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the drive with a crate of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the giant black knocker from"Black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk nursing bottle from the crateful, licking her sass hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiling. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's Milk River bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cementum, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The threshold slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the brass headboard again, followed by shaft of milk running over a brawny black thorax ... and the beautiful white married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the private road and the wife waving him off from the forepart porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's front door, the wife is on the earphone. Another quick cut shows the threshold being opened to unveil a great, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a recording label that says"EXTRA LARGE sausage balloon ”. The wife grabs him by the choker and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the spread pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the backcloth, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the tv camera's position by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the tv camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiling, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our position is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the leftfield edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top rightfulness box of the lid.

Poor dumb Edward Douglas White Jr. jerk,
you went to work,
never should birth left her lonely !

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

As the music's tempo quickens ... we see sprout after shot of the white wife letting More and more opprobrious men into her base to bonk her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the room access with his cap and briefcase ... and wifey on the speech sound ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipe joining under the bathroom sump. Suddenly water begins to spray from the tease association. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a black pipe fitter, then a quick shot a afloat lavatory floor. The john is steamy and the cascade threshold are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the semitransparent silhouette of the wife and the lightlessness pipe fitter. He is holding her up, facing him, with her leg wrapped around his waistline and her hand clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The adjacent scene shows a large, muscular black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the clean couple's home, carrying a kitty skimmer. The face door outdoors, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean string Bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect white ass tilt, clad only in a thong. The married woman leads him through the sliding methamphetamine hydrochloride room access in the kitchen, and opens the doorway, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the disgraceful pool man looks around, and the television camera shot goes wide to show that there is no consortium in the back 1000 ! The black man raises an brow in confusion, before a wide grinning spread head across his typeface. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already loosen and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her tit. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to fall down. We see a shot of the lawn, her Bikini top lands on the earth, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus reverberation as the fit changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security scheme keypad by the doorway. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security measure Silent warning device ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a fast edit to a security measures hand truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black security measures officers walk up to the house and open the threshold. They find the married woman standing in the front hallway, wearing sinister leotard, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a sham surprised flavour and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting manacle. The black security officeholder smile at each early, punch in the ‘ all cleared'computer code into the security computer keyboard, and slam the room access behind them. From outside the menage, the camera stays on the natural process, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling Joseph Black muscles, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of barb ) in front of the guards. The refrain reverberation and the vista changes again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a amercement black baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the house. Two with child, sinewy mordant gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the strawman room access. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a oeuvre order, with the words"specialism bush trimming job for Mrs. Ian Douglas Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to go in. The very next guesswork holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving cream. The 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 backrest ... then the wife's long blonde tomentum flicks across his human face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before endorsement twain of smutty mitt pulls her up and out of the shooter again.

The telecasting closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed married man pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little lightlessness baby. Then she looks up and sees a sinewy shameful orderly. She puts a hand up in her married man's fount, making him hold back the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and paseo 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 hubby as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A pretty blonde nurse in a sexy White person unvarying glide path them.

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

The nanny then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably tight, aphrodisiac, and in shape just two days after giving nascence ( it is a euphony video after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open in the spinal column and the lightlessness hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the married man and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nanny's uniform as the doorway closes.


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Becky Davenport's foreplay was increasing, though the virgin teen was barely cognisant of her natural action. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly bearded darnel on her hubby 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 E. B. White breasts. Becky watched the television intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and brawn that was exposed on screen. Becky was unlike than her baby Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of male child and their dead body ... of what they could do together. In malice of these powerful itch, Becky had always managed to stand firm the aid of the boys at school. Of course, none of the son in Becky's school looked like the massive scantling in these videos. Becky wondered how long her conservative values would apply out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the picture ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own vernal breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hired hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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"E & I EXCLUSIVE - piece SIX : THE BLACK-COCK-PIT video"

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After the"jigaboo In The Woodpile"TV ended, the crew in the studio could barely contain their laugh long enough for Jessica to apply a brief segue into a commercial break.

Jessica was diffident what to make of the scene. She found the video sad and unsavory ... 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.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the constitution fille."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

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

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

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a chief ... week of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous even ... the insistency to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressing of the consultation ... the overpowering heat of the studio lights ... these erotic videos she was having to demo ... and her tits on show for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the knocker would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high nightclub,"Jessica started,"has long been a running jocularity about the air hose industry. But Black member has their own take on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a tryst in a cramp aeroplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the future telecasting,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint strait of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre deed of conveyance, and the music telecasting began.

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The TV opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its posterior we see a logotype"BPA ”, with a strange embodiment that appears to be a stylized image of an erect black cock.
Cut to the Interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot program flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A bombastic disgraceful male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

The sexy pilot bit and finds herself eye-level with an is an tremendous bulge running down the flight-attendants'knickers leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her lip hungrily."Well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this prospicient flight of steps !"

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

The aphrodisiac white fender smile."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine blanched hand picking up the radio microphone."Attention ladies and gentleman's gentleman"speak a couple of beautiful pink back talk into a phallic bootleg microphone,"This is your chieftain speech production. Thank you for flying Negroid phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the police chief still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her cap, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her rid deal. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back boost to shew Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, brawny black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do want to discourage you that we might be in shop for a rough ride ahead ..."the captain remark, seeing microphone's body ..."But just set your bum to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The sea captain is at a loss for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his knickers. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hired man.

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

The screen fades to lightlessness and then the medicine suddenly starts with a fast, belligerent measure. The video recording now flashes with a series of three alternate shots of the planing machine's interior. All of the shots are from the Same angle, with the Sami camera, but are lit differently, and depict different scenes within the planer's fuselage.
One dead reckoning depicts the plane's interior lit normally, full of passenger on the flight. Another shot shows the three penis of Negroid Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the euphony. A tierce injection depicts the plane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glance of au naturel white and ignominious tree branch, writhing in the passenger seats. These three translation of the plane's internal shooting flash back and Forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air land mile, bitch !"a voice over of one of the knocker speaks.
"The favorable Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane inside. This seems to depict the account of an airplane flight of stairs. We see the first-class cabin where there are a identification number of attractive passenger. There are many white-hot women and Black person men, and a few white men. We see a white guy quiescence in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the can behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a offspring white adult female with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his stern along with the euphony. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The words continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your woman cry out loud.
black engines screech and the white girls cream !"

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

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black planing machine are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand metrical foot ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those Stanford White girls'fresh sweet ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to form sure nonentity else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the T. H. White rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde hostess. She's dressed in an passee sky-blue stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and White gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The air hostess gently pushes him back to his fundament to his tush and points at a safety star sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The air hostess returns to her seat at the front of the planer as the spoil whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating dim passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the white hubby, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

married man's eyes widen in concern. He squirms in his seat, obviously interest. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the hostess. This produces the coveted essence ... the stewardess, upon getting up to resolve the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his way and item to the"Turbulence Ahead"augury. B-Love just smiles and aim a step forward. The stewardess puts her deal up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's optic widen ...

The black snap the stewardess's carpus, holding her hand to his pectus, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom doorway. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The blanched wife peep around the threshold. We can see her simple berm. She is obviously in a Department of State of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare tweed back and ass. The wife's optic widen in panic when sees the thug and the air hostess. The wife starts to shut the threshold, but the contraband stud suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right wing behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the Shirley Temple macho-man and the stewardess noisily entering the john together. There are a lot of confused and concerned look and rustling exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his tush ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na modify your sprightliness !
‘ causal agency once we take the skies we gon na take your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the frame of the ikon is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the inside of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupant of the lav !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash excision ’, a series of progressive stab that have been intercut with early imperfect tense guesswork ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a irregular of each snapshot at a meter. The pellet are accompanied by the Song dynasty's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy white female person articulation cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE look at control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME babe ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black carpenter's plane In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Negroid Cocks In Your Hot Andrew D. White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK putz ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last words is accompanied by the thunder of a airplane engine flying,

Each guessing is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fasting edits, close frame, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of titillating mental imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful downcast eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the T. H. White married woman's rima oris, biting her own low lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouthpiece moaning ... intercut with the married woman's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked Edward D. White back as she leans forward into the lightlessness man's muscular back, causing her full moon blank breasts to swell at the slope, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white wooden leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting disastrous torso ... four white hands exploring black muscles ... one white mitt wearing a wedding doughnut and clutching a muscular total darkness shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door latch, and charge ... The shot suddenly cuts to the threshold flying unfold, and the writhing raft of mixed sex spilling out onto the storey of the gangway !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spitefulness of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silky Patrick White bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her hanker gabardine legs wrapped around the muscular calamitous passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the ashen wife's legs, though very much of his torso is obscured by the wife's wooden leg and the stewardess on top of him. The air hostess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its dangerous french-twist and her little sorry hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the calamitous passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pale white knocker are pressed firmly against his pitch black back, squeezing the mountain of soft white physique out from between their bodies. Her long whiten legs are spread astray, around the black man fucking the Elwyn Brooks White married woman. The hostess's beautifully bare Edward White ass is clearly visible.

The passenger look on in stupor at the lurid video display. We see several guesswork of passengers ... white women, white men, and blackened men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their collars nervously. The Negroid men seem to be smirking and grinning. The blank women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her recent teens, is sitting between her father and a big inkiness man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father try to track her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other incline. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to remain watching the action. She slips a bantam white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her denim. Just as she's about to drop off her hand into her white cotton panty, her founder sees what she is doing. He smacks her hired man away and lowers her tray mesa, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her deal flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action mechanism. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then heartbeat and lowers his own tray table.

Another rider, line of work woman sitting between a pitch blackness man and a white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the natural action ... and both look at the aphrodisiacal white business woman. The black stud poker takes one of the womanhood's hands and place it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a severe extrusion in the black man's lap. She begins to gently coerce the bulge as she continues watching the natural action. The Caucasian guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the Lapplander. He takes the cleaning lady's former manus and station it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusedness. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big swelling. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the White guy's fork and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky digit out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the military action ... and places both deal in the shameful guy's lap ... starting to put to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business cleaning woman's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a black man on the aisle, a young white man in the midsection, and his pretty Edward White girlfriend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to ascertain the action in the strawman of the carpenter's plane, but having gruelling meter doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to deal rear with him. The beau, glancing at the large melanise man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle seat smiles at the pretty white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white young woman mounting over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the shameful man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking calamitous he-man. She has noticed a goodly bulge in the mordant scantling's pant. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motion to the windowpane seat, offering his girlfriend the center fanny that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the seat next to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passenger keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the married woman in the ‘ bathroom debauch ’. He can conduct no more of this mortification. He jumps from his bottom, and goes to pluck his wife out from under the black. The defenseless white hostess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her lover, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his bum, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and vigil anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular blacken man, rises from his buns and approaches the ‘ bathroom riot ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new black man, framing the naked white stewardess between his wooden leg. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the house when he suddenly drops his pants. Her azure eyes widen in delectation ... She begins to come up to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare tit. The camera cuts to a astray shot from behind the hostess. We now see the stewardess's naked Stanford White body from head-to-toe, her sodding white ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her coat of arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new disastrous devotee, her light-haired foreland blocking our sight of the standing Shirley Temple Black's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the hostess's blond head to his genitalia, In the desktop we can see the rider of the plane ...

We cut to the various passenger again. Some are still watching ... others ... are busy !

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her father and the black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to reckon below the tray-table. Her jeans are open, and there thrust into her albumen cotton panties is a big Joseph Black handwriting ! We see the action above the tray table now as the aged teen arch her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray table with her tiny white fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the missy recovers from her sexual climax, she sees the melanise stud raising his tray board, revealing an enormous bulge in his trouser. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide-cut pellet of the father, the girl and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three tail in front line of them block the aspect of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Padre looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large fatal hand on the back of the girl's pretty blonde question, and pulls her human face down into his lap ... her sass opens wide, just as her header disappears from panorama ... down behind the seats. The contraband looks over and smiles at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the tweed businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can say from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black stud poker sitting succeeding to her. The white guy sitting on the former side of her appears to be watching the legal action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to conjoin the action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to press her doll up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A expectant, muscular bootleg male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the Caucasian guy ... he looks terrified. The disgraceful flying attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the ass, into the aisle. The stud poker then takes the tweed man's arse and joins the action ! The Caucasian adult female happily allows the stud to bear on her chick up over her jolly white ass, and tear away her nylon ! While the bleak rider continues playing with her tits, the total darkness flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big smutty hand between her wooden leg ! The white cleaning lady writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade seats with his lady friend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the gangway. She is still intently watching the legal action in the battlefront of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the bleak man's lap and moaning and gasping. The swain reaches over tentatively, and towboat at his girl's arm, trying to pull up her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hired man away, never taking her eyes off the action in the battlefront of the plane ... The black studhorse smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispering something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a 2nd while the stud shifts in his behind ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open wide and she throws her head back ... her hold body shakes. The camera pans down to their stage to reveal both have their pants around their ankle joint ! Her step-in slide down her pegleg !

We see a Andrew D. White guy sleeping in his seat ... The keister back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to plain again. The tv camera pulls back to reveal that the tail end is bouncing so much because the sexy white redhead lean over it, get wind ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazzle look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the virile copilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to reckon at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the T. H. White pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... white stage spread-eagle with a naked hefty black 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 dorsum of the planing machine, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial debauchery has broken out on the whole sheet ! The television camera finally reaches the maiden class department and stops ... just as the O masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd disturbance. We see rider disembarking from the plane. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black fan. Then we see each powerful black rider disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, T. H. White female pilot and her black macho-man disembark. The original egg white married woman, husband, and the blackness knocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An aged black airway keeper board the airplane with some cleaning equipment, humming the air from the rap strain. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his headway. He passes the Theodore Harold White husband from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The Edward Douglas White Jr. guy sighs, boost, and opens the disk overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his traveling bag. There is a glittery white standard sticker on it ... the fable reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walking to the bathroom door and punt on it angrily."dear, please ! come on !"

"Me and my cheesy airway tickets."the rejected groom murmuring under his breath."Son of a cunt !"

Two certificate safety device board the plane. They are both burly total darkness men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the guard duty smash on the lavatory door.

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

The lavatory door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, white, distaff arm reaches out, grabs the one security guard by the pulls him into the bathroom ! His sports jacket is tossed out the bathroom.

The second base sentry go peeks in the bathroom door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin doorway. Holding the struggling clean man's cervix with one hand, the safety device pops the door surface with his other hand and blows out the inflatable pinch lantern slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE bitch, NOW screwing OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the chute and the guard turns back toward the privy, shedding his tie and sport jacket. He catches muckle of the inkiness janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the hell are you doin, bulge ? You think you gon na fuck you a white young woman ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the playground slide, then joins the first guard and lily-white wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! Sir Thomas More black cock ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK penis ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO dainty A PASSENGER !"


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

The TV was hideous, and horribly exteriorize women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The visual modality of all those muscular pitch-black men ... the curvy Brigham Young livid women ... something about the contrast of their skin as the grope each former was very arousing. And for some intellect, the view of the helpless White River male rider having to watch it all ... unable to participate, was really good story. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in response to the events she'd watched in the picture ... but Thomas More so because of the intense touch she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her blank cotton pantie. She had slipped her hand under the sash of her Edward D. White cotton fiber panties when she'd witnessed one of the adult female in the video recording ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Lapp thing. And that girl was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked torso as she kneeled before a hefty dark passenger. And the sight of the Sami stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the whiten married woman and the sinister stud passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how practically of their nudity was visible ... you could see so much !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'motion made by one of the white-hot female passengers when she rejected a white male person passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the deduction was that white men were smaller than inglorious men. If that was the example, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white male child she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! more than videos ... more shameful men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the following video to take off. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Shirley Temple Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the make-up miss.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette make-up girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a shadow intriguer business jackets.

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

"Not much ! The in conclusion video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make sure that the we hit the following break on time, and have decent clip to get the radical out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The camera operator nearby, all large, brawny black men setting up the consultation set, looked up from their employment when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."heather mixture replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reasonableness for the jacket change in the offset situation ... she'd spilled that war paint down Jessica's master jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the intellection of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an interview with three over-sexed black-market rappers. She didn't have clip to go to her dressing room and alteration ... and she dared not change in front of the leering camera operator again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too tardily.

broom rushed away as the director's representative boomed over the speaker unit again.

"BACK IN FIVE, IV, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to frame herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and amass journalist and television system presenter felt like her man was falling down around her. At abode she was dealing with a serious job with her marriage and sex liveliness. At study, the network had scored an exclusive audience with the controversial rap radical ‘ inkiness Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and get up for the interview. Compounding that matter, the single audience had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their disc label. The audience was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crowd, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely spicy medicine telecasting.

The display was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an chance event had ruined Jessica's sports coat. The transposition cap she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her plenteous white cleavage. She had hoped to interchange into another, more conquer ensemble before she had to conduct the consultation, but there never seemed to be enough sentence during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the undimmed studio twinkle, but the sexually-charged imagery of the euphony videos she'd had to present that dark. Jessica was sweating so a great deal that her pretty make-up girlfriend heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial message breaking ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of weewee to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's consultation. The jolly whitened journalist was thankful that there was one more music video to show before she had to present its controversial Maker to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that fourth dimension to collect her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the founding of Darwin's Theory of phylogeny. Dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the succeeding. Likewise, in intimate relation back, all animal look for certain attractive qualities in a mate, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own version of the theory of natural selection. At this distributor point, we'd like to cue you that tonight's platform is intended for mature audiences. The material broadcast on this peculiar sequence of"The Whole Truth"may be considered unsavory to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. witness discretion is advised. Without encourage ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video recording's airtime to take a break and commute her crownwork ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like virtually of the other video recording, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that Night. She had to be cognisant of the content so that she could ask interrogation about it during the audience. She could only hope that there would be clock time to change the jacket during the next commercial breaking. It was very possible. She knew the next jailbreak came on the hr, and would be longer than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the audience, she wasn't entirely certainly she had the concentration to dismiss it. Once the euphony started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video recording without any unplayful problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other Nox when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her care to the video monitor near her desk.

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The telecasting opens with a white actor, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The Holy Writ 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 volume of my theory of organic evolution through natural excerption, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animate being. In cultivated society, we fear ourselves with social condition and thing of economical successfulness in arranging man and wife between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these rules are imposed by our sociable grace of God. Indeed, in the aristocracy or so-called ‘ working'classes where societal status is lower and therefore less significant, the concept of ‘ passion'seems take priority. But what is erotic love, if not a ‘ civilized'rendering of our bag animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of society were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ lifelike excerption'would be the resultant role ?"

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

"With the help of my champion and workfellow, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the domain, studying tribes of primitives, who are less acquire and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Maker ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's voice cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a guess that will answer my motion. The men of the Niggakok kindred have been most helpful, and the ritual killing that God Almighty and noblewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these conjecture herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and daughters of the other explorers in our political party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"gentlewoman Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my hubby ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must progress to sure enough the ladies review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal entrance :"I am as yet unsure of how the domain will react to the results of this survey. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the cancel fiat of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass meter plays over Lady Whitely's belly laugh. The music is a slowly, seductive beatnik. A caption reading"present Day"appears on the screen as a new shot appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive youth cleaning lady, flannel, sits at a bar. The grueling freshwater bass of the drama as the get-go language of the call are heard as a openhanded white guy carrying two drinking approaches the Andrew D. White girl, and gives her one.

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

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks retiring him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the white guy, in the sister's eyeline, is the hulk figure of one of Black Phallus's rappers. The rapper approach shot, towering over the albumen guy and the miss, 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 black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the whitened guy off his faecal matter, and taking his place. Both the doorknocker and the tweed lady friend ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow, seductive pulse. We hear the first few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only cancel"is heard.
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't vie
Only rude
Fillin'your Patrick White little girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black penis gon na cover
ONLY NATURAL !"


The following verse begins as the scene alteration to a suburban street.

"Women want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a instinctive selection !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and breed
She gon na select my Black hard-on !
It's Only born !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house construction site. Some white twist prole on the roof make ill-bred gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the twist actor are muscular Joseph Black guys. They give her the same rude gesture and cat calls as the white guy rope in the late version of the tantrum. Now, instead of flipping the guys the raspberry, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunshine glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to gain sure cypher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and knocking. A large black man answers the room access, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only instinctive
Big Black Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY natural !"


The next verse begins. This time the stage setting is a busy city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maidservant stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the m maid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's case ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some variety in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The metre maid's mirror-lens dark glasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her principal ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same in use street ... and a man walking out to his car. This metre the man is a muscular black stud. The same meter maid is writing him a ticket. Like the White person guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the time maid, and reaching into his knickers, followed by a close up up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic military officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding change for the meter. Instead, the stab stays on the pretty meter maid ... her backtalk dismiss open, and her big doe eyes peer over her pensive sunglass ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the beat maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the belittled vehicle and leaning against it, both workforce resting on the cap. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to take a breather on the blackamoor man's back, then scans down to show his bare, muscular fateful ass, his legs spread, and his pants around his ankle joint. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in nominal head of him ... her belittled lily-white hands rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her aspect ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the following poetry begins, the setting change to a high-class spa. The stroke opens in a belittled steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive egg white couple, apparently in their thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each former, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne bottle in a bucket of dissolve ice. The bucket is engraved with the caption,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the ringlet coat of arms around one another, and drink from the specs, showing off beautiful Au wedding rings. They lean forward and snog again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the door closes. The camera then pans over to the recitation area, where we see two unseasoned, muscular, white muscle builder. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a bikini body suit that shows off her super-flat tum and toned, tanned limb.

This view is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a immense, muscular black man entering the arena. The fatal bodybuilder is much larger and more powerful than the two whiten muscle builder are, and he turns the girls'school principal immediately. He flashes a blank toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective flannel guy cable to go greyish brown over the black macho-man. He puts his muscular weapon system out, taking a sexy girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couplet is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the Andrew Dickson White duo suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotard are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a okay gentlewoman,
You want a menage, want a child,
So you marry her and make her your married woman"

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger's breadth
My black-market cock gon na bankrupt your life !
It's Only instinctive !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black rivet leans out, smiling, holding the door all-embracing capable with one script, and tossing some clothing over the husband's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty white married woman stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his seawall ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her low-spirited lip. The sinister man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her hubby, who is still blinded by the Shirley Temple Black stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect mere ass as the door closing ... over her berm we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door slams shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your ovalbumin girl with my seed
Only natural
Big pitch blackness Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

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

The fit changes to the interior of the household, and the threshold initiative. We see the teen-age girl on the couch, making out with her Andrew D. White boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the social movement threshold opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, dim, Black phallus knocker, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the disgraceful man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at foremost, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and string. She turns to her girl and the boyfriend and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the sofa ... and working at the fly of the smuggled man's bloomers !

"Your Theodore Harold White daughters are sugariness little girl
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my nigrify prick
Your lil'white earth gon na ROCK
‘ suit I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only cancel !"

The dim man smiles at the mom-daughter team. 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 mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful regard. Over the growing bulge in the knocker's boxers, the daughter glances over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful white cleaning woman hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's center ... their faces travel closer and closer together ... Each woman office her mouth and rock her head ... their faces get confining and closer together. Just as their lips are about to forgather ... the scene cuts !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This fourth dimension we see a basketball court ... there is an all white-boy team, in downhearted uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY aphrodisiacal little ovalbumin cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blueness perspirer and tiny amobarbital sodium annulus. Each lady friend's hair is done with a single ponytail in the backrest, held in post by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking in high spirits and shaking their pom-poms in support of their squad.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant Joseph Black studs, including the Black penis rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of inglorious studhorse easily dominating the motor lodge, quickly sinking field goal after basket, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A dig of the scoreboard shows the grade 13 to 6 in party favour of the total darkness guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy White River cheerleaders now ... watching the secret plan. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lightness flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 sexual conquest change slightly to say ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

The side by side shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 mo, accompanied by the sonorous bass pulse, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a hit plate with a ‘ manna from heaven ’.

There is a gibe of the gym storey ... then a blue ack-ack gun drop curtain to the floor ( roaring )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girlfriend's blond whisker, and her farseeing blond pilus being shaken relieve of its ponytail. ( boom )

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

There is a shaft of two of the untested whiten cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their bland blanched tummies ...

There is a pellet of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a Aythya americana and a brunette, shaking out their farseeing, silky hair.

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

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

There is a dead reckoning of a blue sweater hitting the trading floor, with a match of scrunchies.

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

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

There is a shooting of a blue cheerleading doll being lowered over a utter Edward White ass ... in a red thong.

There is a scene of the scoreboard, the ovalbumin guys lose another point, the account goes to 13-2.

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

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their late persona ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bandeau, panties, thong, supporter ... They begin to kick back and jump and dance seductively ... in support of the superordinate black scantling !

Cut to a jibe of the missy asses ... everlasting Edward White rump in team-red thong ... the camera pans across the crease of little girl ... looking through their pegleg, we see the participant staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black-market guys grinning and toss the ball away and principal for the cheerleaders ...

Each black musician picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony tree arms. One player, Black phallus's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful slap. The girls are quickly carried into the footlocker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another compass point, the sexual conquest goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the female child are pulling at the T-shirt and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black sinew. Small tweed hired man running over hefty bleak chest of drawers ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One fille is on her knees in front of a bootleg player, pulling his shorts down. His spinal column is to the tv camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her nerve disappearing from view ... a declamatory black deal reaches down, running finger's breadth through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, brassiere, and thongs cliff to the floor ... We see defenseless smutty and blanched flesh in the shower bath ... white girls kissing the broad shoulders of powerful black players ...

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

We see a naked black player, facing the photographic camera. The shot is only from the breast up ... A diminutive blonde cheerleader pushes in front man of him, her back to the camera. Her slender Andrew D. White blazonry wrap around his black cervix ... The camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two powerful smutty weaponry wrapper around her slender ashen shank ... two prominent black hands slide down the small of her white back ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs paste wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the miss 's organic structure begins to bounce and the television camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of fatal testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

"Only natural"the chorus goes, quietly, one live on time.


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

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

He grabbed a nursing bottle of water from the green way's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned boldness on screen. His miserable wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eye were extensive ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her full lily-white boob heaved obscenely in that midget jacket.

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

But maybe, billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting doubtfulness, designed to rip those son of bitches apart, and queer the disgraceful bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

baton just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so often ! That sexy crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for tv set, let alone a hard-hitting audience. No affair. Her aphrodisiacal visual aspect would fox these unintelligent punk off their sentry go. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute pick puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

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

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews blackness genus Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black penis had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that Nox, her male parent was at a church service group meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the sofa in the living room and follow Negro member's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each telecasting excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only cancel"video recording ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe knocker, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussycat. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to total darkness genus Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a plangency in her spike. She realized that the ringing was the house soil line. She picked up the earphone, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

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

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART eighter from Decatur : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS BLACK genus Phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video recording monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade fracture, but Jessica's head was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's amativeness had awoken something mystifying inside in Jessica ... She could feel a warm prickling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her stage. The conniption just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her handwriting found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big mordant men ... their brawniness ... the speech rhythm ! That becalm, spellbinding, throbbing bass ... all the look-alike and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the early night. Jessica's psyche was lost in another Earth, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and Forth over kitty-cat heap. The thin fabric of her step-in was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Calluna vulgaris called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the female child. She still said nada, but jerked her hand out soma underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the Edward Young brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the rhythm of the music. It was as if the television was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at broom as if the pretty Young make-up girl was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would wager out ... how would this pretty whiten miss succumb to a ignominious man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her point no. This was real sprightliness now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her boob and nipples had always been very medium ... and in her current State Department of arousal ... she started to turn cognisant of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her jetty, and waved her face in a heroic attack to cool off.

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

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

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

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

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to ask care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her wax, milky albumen cleavage was still heaving from agitation ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to change her jacket !

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

Startled by the break in her frantic opinion, Jessica gasped and suddenly birl around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad mole of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere in from her face ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, dismal eye upwards to see a black man's publicize torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare body'... a magnificent, brawny, Diospyros ebenum torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unknown and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate skin. The only clothing he wore was a pair melanize brake shoe, the peculiar gold chain of mountains, and a pair of black leather gasp. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'mode. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to receive an unflinchingly masculine grim face. She couldn't see the man's eye, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aeronaut dark glasses. When she tried to depend into his eyes ... all she could see was her own stunned, blench reflection ... and her wax White person breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was capable to face 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 right bootleg chest. She wasn't suddenly ... this man must let been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony colossus immediately in front line of her.

Jessica put a modest, delicate white hand out in an fling of a handshake. The elephantine black man took her bantam hand in his ... it was enormous, with foresighted powerful finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her white handwriting to his deep dark expression and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was impregnable, and unyielding ... but his mouth were replete, warm, and soft.

Jessica couldn't helper but grinning ... out of politeness, of course ! The man was being very bold !

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

"B-Love."the behemoth responded, in a rich, resonant part. He was speaking softly ... but his spokesperson was inscrutable and powerful ... not unlike the robust bass of his euphony.

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

"It is a joy to meet you Mrs McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His vocalization was rich, but not as cryptical as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His tomentum was trimmed so little and neat that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed neat in a similar fashion. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully sew lightlessness suit of clothes, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own mesomorphic fatal thorax. He was just as sinewy as B-Love, but had a lighter skin colour. His eyes were beautiful kitty of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her handwriting firmly in his. Big Mike's vox wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and productive like Shemar's, but instead it was oceanic abyss and gravelly ... rugged. He was marvelous 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 husky giant. He wore melanise gasp, a melanize heftiness tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's pectus was a red outline of a black-power fist. mike had a full face fungus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was sporty shaven. His eyes were hidden by a couple of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glance of Heather out of the street corner of her eye. The make-up young lady was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a vauntingly black script on her shoulder. Heather bit her abject lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the picture ... Good Shepherd, these hombre never quit !

A voice came over the loud verbaliser."FIVE transactions everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na pee-pee sure big daddy here don't look too shiny, redress hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

"Atta daughter !"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 nada though ... There would be meter enough to direct the group's aspect of women, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ clientele minorities ’, mainly char and black males, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly nigrify males. She knew that many of the standard work party had been replaced with Black person Phallus's own technologist, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a hold out functioning that nighttime, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the entirely white-hot faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The rampart of the set were painted with a warm, darkness yellow-gold parchment design that gave the flavor of incandescent cd light, and decorated with thunderbolt of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vase filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the backbone of the set, while the floor was covered in alien beast hide and pelt ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were substantial.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden table, with a Bourgogne cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a with child, brown leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a prat in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his powerful Negro arms over the chair's implements of war, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a grownup man sitting in a child-size chairwoman.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant black man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a national ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's flesh and demeanour, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African headman !

"No, of course of action 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 electric chair. Why don't you take the couch, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the heart and soul. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the hollow bum next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the large cushions, and felt a bit wedge sitting next to the two large fateful men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the word desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a passel. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blueness jacket. The line was almost as austere as that of her tiny White person pattern, squeezed between two hulking black men on a tumid black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the speaker unit again ...

"cover in five, FOUR, threesome, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second minute of a very exceptional instalment of"The Whole the true ”. We'd like to prompt you one utmost time that tonight's episode of"The whole Sojourner Truth"contains textile of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature interview. There will be no more commercial breaks this eventide. You may cause heard of them, you may suffer heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"is a controversial grouping. Now, in the studio, we will here their thinking on their controversy, their music, and their doctrine. Here with me in the studio are the three penis of the rap group Black member. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right hand, is Big Mike. dear evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"fountainhead gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't helper but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these colossus thugs as ‘ gentleman ’, but something about them commanded respectfulness."Your medicine has managed to become staggeringly democratic in nightspot and CD player across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of lip"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard ripe music, and the club scene spreads news show fast. So does the internet, and most young people, the people who buy our euphony, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"fountainhead,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got good rhythm, strong round, and some bold rhyme. People like what we're sayin ’. radio set and TV don't topic beyond that ... that's the clientele 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 sarcasm in your lyric ? Don't you feel that these solid political content make your music popular with a wider spectrum of hoi polloi ?"

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our euphony comes from really life experiences. We want to part these experiences, so that mass learn more about human sexuality, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's imperativeness on the"true"nature of the birdsong's lyric poem. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in grapheme'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want people to learn about your philosophical system of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the pictorial nature of your lyrics immediately advertise multitude away. Doesn't it pass water them not want to listen to you or discover your estimation ?"

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

"Some people might say that the intellect your music isn't heard on the radio, or seen on music video communication channel, is because your lyric are misogynous, sexually expressed, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

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

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of business of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately distinguish your honest doctrine and your music videos depict actual result. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Song dynasty weren't political irony. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were lawful. This ‘ ism'of black Male transcendence the group espoused was something they seemed to adopt seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any former rappers, bragging about their conquests. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! wife, brides, female parent, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling platter and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to trade records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to beget contestation, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenge manner.

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

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

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty plenty to appear as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the TV and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would present her in the same light as the other women she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual target ... some bimbo who would yield to a big tool ... a big ... blackness ... turncock ... Jessica's idea began to swim imagination from the TV ... the married woman and the calamitous pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous Shirley Temple Black men ... huge brawniness ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that cleaning woman were objectified like that in the video recording ... and it was more affront to her that they thought she would ever harmonise to come out in one of their video.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her interrogative sentence."Let's look just at the stories told in the television we showed in the first hour of the political program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked St. Bride'?"

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

"Nigga In The wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only cancel ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were slump, but the tactic of asking for verification of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the bailiwick, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphical title thwarted Jessica's try to suppress the imagination from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the mathematical group's members could make the claim with a straight expression. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In malice of her fear of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her brain around the group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of bride at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security policeman ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

"I believe that we've made that clear in the line drive Federal Reserve note of the CD."B-Love intoned quietly.

Jessica's intellect reeled at the estimate that those events might feature actually transpired. The vignette from the videos and Sung dynasty replayed in her fountainhead ... the Saint Bridget joining her bridesmaids with blackened men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the black association football players ... the lightlessness vagabond seducing the wife and pair daughter's from the menage that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few bit. The heat from the studio apartment spark, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observation that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial face of their medicine. The musical theme of black men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their design was to generate controversy in order to sell More CDs, then they should possess mentioned the interracial element by this point in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly part of the shock value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to make specific comments on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the womanhood in these scenarios were ovalbumin, and all the men were grim. Not one of them had even mentioned the upshot of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and brute inherent aptitude. Every vocal on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates cancel survival. The female person of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's raw option, survival of the primed. fair sex go for men who are more muscular, who look like strong defenders, better providers ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial look of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to hold her raise the bailiwick. It was a power gambol in the audience. They wanted Jessica McFarland to lay down the stately entry of the chemical group's philosophy to her hearing. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

"That's all very matter to,"Jessica responded,"but some might say you've perverted Darwin's school of thought a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"fountainhead, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to determine a way to make one of the rappers raise the subspecies issue,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"wellspring for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it kickshaw women like objects."

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

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

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

"Because the alone men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her knife.

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 reasonably white interviewer.

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

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward question,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to fair sex ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white cleaning lady to accept sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went white. The interrogative was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The fair sex were clearly making alternative between the men ... the fact that they chose inkiness men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to come up a way out of the sight she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

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

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be unable to keep in line her intimate urge when with a bootleg man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are blacken, or that adult female should find a man attractive only if he's inkiness. Your lyric poem portray women as being intimate physical object, contraband men as some form of super men, and Caucasian Male as weak and afraid. Some people could find this to be anti-Semite, 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 white boys in care of TV and tuner don't want their womanhood to jazz the truth. The truth that contraband men are superior to all former men. That's why our music don't get bid !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that pitch blackness males are superior to all other male ? And that there is some immense cabal to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"spirit at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of integrating, sinister men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human raceway. In improver to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the cracking musicians over the go century were black men, or influenced by grim men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of form ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely voice,"we dominate as lover ... every char whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those Edward D. White girls we hired ended up having sex with the black-market models when we shot the video recording. 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 vista and sex fit, but once we get those hot white women together with those black macho-man, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they petty modesty-thongs and diddley and just get busy, right on camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those miss and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take forethought of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a short too much for Jessica to believe. This title of tangible sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their call of on-key history behind the Song lyric poem. The Song dynasty words might be true, but at least the ‘ fictitious character'were return pseudonyms. In the videos, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those little girl willingly did that for a music telecasting, when about actresses wouldn't do that for any form of pic. Surely this call 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 trade records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the mannequin from this shoot, to assert this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that mike is telling the trueness !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put Danton True Young beautiful blank women in the same room with herculean inglorious men. It was beautiful to learn nature remove its course like that ! Even in aspect where the photographic camera military position wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

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

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the hope that we would be able to air them on music video recording epithelial duct. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a patch. We did that for every one of our television. Still, the music television meshwork wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the cognitive process of editing limited edition videos now, for tone ending on DVD side by side year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first videos will also feature the master copy ‘ tame'cuts of each telecasting you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for meter, and some acute behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking vivid ! A lot of missy learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a altogether LOT of moderately white miss that once you go calamitous you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! the pits, it was the best shucks day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't reserve herself to get flustered or rattled by mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would squeeze the myth as well. If this was the in force they could do, she did n't have to occupy about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to quell in ascendence ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the innuendo, but before she could ask another interrogative, Big microphone spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the Song said ‘ No woman can resist, a black shaft head, freehanded than her fist ! ’. No charwoman can baulk, especially not a mulct woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big microphone talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her baby's knob. Big mike from ‘ Black genus Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty light-haired anchorwoman's big mamilla heaved while she talked to the gorgeous mordant rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were dependable, then these rappers were so hot that they were able-bodied to seduce and fucked their models, actresses, and professional dancer on the website of their video'production and included the footage in the telecasting ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this mesh television journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big mike's references to the myth of black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't aid but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a St. Bride and a black man's giant deal were pawing her full albumen breasts. She shook her head, trying to crystalize her mind of the epitome, desperately trying to opine of a motion to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a chinchy joke or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can hold out just OK. 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 Holocene epoch problems. She thought of Billy's pocket-size, limp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several hebdomad. Jessica couldn't assistant but momentarily drop her big grim eyes down to the heavy bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot grownup than baton's. Suddenly, it moved ! The extrusion twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her kitty frisson at that very consequence ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hired man on the bulge.

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

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my hubby !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified exit from her predicament."I AM happily married and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to fathom wild as she spoke ... but she didn't feel tempestuous ... in spitefulness of the fact that her married man and her marriage had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the centre of her audience. Thanks to B-Love's scissure at her husband, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a power point that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your songs feature the seduction of tie women. Many mass find this particularly nauseating. You seem to further sexual sleeping around and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'Male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ just male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a total darkness Male ! The real cause people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the sole real proceeds here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that charwoman are incapable of controlling their root word desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't human beings more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and commitment ? indebtedness and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would desert all these things for some aboriginal instinct, just because a so-called physically hefty alpha male came along ?"

"culture, esteem, loyalty, even erotic love are all just struggle deep ... a topic of the nous. race is the real issuing because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring abstruse into her eyes."Nature is primeval. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the parole hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to cultivate mass to the truth. We want people to look past times social conventions ... at what really matters. That's the subject matter of all our music on this album, and our adjacent album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's rich brownness eyes ... When she finally managed to break his regard, she glanced down at her bill, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inches, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to campaign Shemar's helping hand off her leg, but he didn't John Donald Budge. Not wanting to draw aid to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

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

She grabbed the musical phrase like it was a life line in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your future album ? Or your following video for that affair Can we bear the Lapp ... melodic theme ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his laborious, ‘ equanimity anger'timber.

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the song we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racialist Song"She Ran Off With A nigra ”. Have you ever try of that vocal, 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 vox was so lull, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same prison term showing a tiny, white reflexion of Jessica, framed by a powerful black font. It made her finger pocket-sized ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of integration, an endeavor to evoke up white anger against the mind of putting blacks and whites in the same shoal and neck of the woods. It is dry that it only succeeded in exposing the material reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fright they had of being exposed as a sexual pseud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously Superior black Male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our vogue of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to tell the song's story from a whitened cleaning woman's percentage point of sight. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the red-hot pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid adolescent, but over the past couplet of days she'd adopted a more temporal, yet still virgin range of a function. Jessica had interviewed the missy last year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocuous. Jessica knew, like everybody in the manufacture, that over the past tense class the untried Isaac Merrit Singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with total darkness member ?

Jessica shivered."That's quite an image spring 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 call, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and Mike chuckled. B-Love remained still ... expressionless.

Appearing in a pitch blackness Phallus video was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely embrace it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... strong-armer ! If Black member's other video recording were any reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the net leftover of her ‘ clean-handed'simulacrum in a particularly spectacular mode !

"Do you have a clip of this video, by any prospect ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought 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 picture,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior consignment that she has to attend to first. But it will be the first telecasting to debut from our record album, when it's done."

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

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

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

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

"And ... the ... figure uh-of the call ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her high school mantrap, but left all alone when he goes off on an go business trip. While he's away, she's breakthrough comfort in the implements of war of a black man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the initiative clip during the interview that one of her question had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuance and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive world-class feel at footage from a new medicine TV was something that she had to follow up on, as a beneficial diarist ... but that was just the professional reason for wanting to see the footage. The unharmed truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new picture. The videos ... the medicine ... the men ... everything about lightlessness penis was driving her to learn Sir Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrongly tv camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN nowadays, for the first time anywhere, footage from Black Phallus's new picture, ‘ Lonely'!"

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

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Becky leaned forward on the lounge and watched the TV screenland intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her youthful, inexperient white consistency. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the strait of the garage door porta, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a appease chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, lily-white hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the piece of writing desk, is a photograph of a big youth White man, in a heart-shaped form. As the manus writes, we hear a soft distaff spokesperson oral presentation ...

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

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big mike's voice.

As the ticklish white script continues writing, there is a news bulletin to a Edward Douglas White Jr. guy reading the letter. stupor spreads across his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of brawny black pectus, arms, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a small ivory hand wearing an ornate involvement mob, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The calendar method and the bass sent chill through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the button of her jacket.

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As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing mitt. A refrain starts, sung by the adult female who opened the telecasting. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moan correspond with trend of the hand as it writes.

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing paw drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These effigy are edited together with flashes of a gabardine woman's naked back. The angle of the television camera slam indicates that she is bent over. We see two large fateful handwriting run up her English, and grab her tiny waistline from behind ! The TV quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the report, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the activeness on screen. In venom of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as very much obvious intimate imagery as the early television ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that dark. Her nous was so taint with lustfulness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top push of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full Caucasian cleavage. spoiled still, she'd started rubbing her pussycat through her dame with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While America and Jessica watched the video, the knocker watched Jessica. She may not accept 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 satisfaction. Big mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent young journalist. All three men's deep brown tegument shined with hidrosis from the hot studio luminosity ... their masculine perfume hung in the muggy studio apartment air.

The studio camera's filmed the rapper shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained fill out distracted ... her eyes glued to the varan showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the female child sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the young lady 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 virtuous white pussy and teasing her clitoris as she watched the legal action unfold. She squeezed her house Andrew D. White titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pinko nipples. She was on the verge of sexual climax when she was interrupted by a awful scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and assure you-ooOOH !"the conversant vocalism squealed in the video.
The letter-writing helping hand jumps again, this clip forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the chalk inning hitting the wall and smashing ... a stroke of the characterisation lying on the trading floor among the crushed glass ... a large blackness bridge player roughly grabbing a mind of blonde hair ... a shot of fatal back-muscles flexing ... and a stab of two big, puritanical, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the script, it moves back to the last lineage and endeavour to continue writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the paper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The cleaning lady's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing manus tremble violently, her finger contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the Saami clock time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a spacious shooting. We see a immature, aphrodisiacal white woman, leaning forward, hang at the waste product, over the writing desk ... she's defenseless ... but her blazonry and the tv camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mountain of unruly blonde tomentum.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the girl sings as the dead reckoning suddenly jumps to a wider dig, and we see that one of the black knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her headspring back, and flipping her foresightful blond hair out of her beautiful face ... a very familiar human face !

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


"What is this scraps Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blond woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Black person fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen door.

Becky Davenport, in use trying to compose herself, was talking at the same sentence as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some sort of sapless explanation of her doings."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white teen stammered, tears of superfluity streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

Both Karenic and Becky stared at the covert in silent disbelief.

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

The buxom red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her new daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to block her sentiment of the television."Becky ... go to your way ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too belatedly. If her mother was trying to keep on her from seeing the fair sex'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, ingenuous, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so shock that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the silver screen after the snip ended. She sat there, stunned, understood except for her toilsome breathing, on the air with the Divine of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full albumen breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing crown. 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 chick up so mellow 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 girl in the telecasting. Her grimace was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, vestal demeanour and her inscription to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those ignominious cocksucker that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as untried and beautiful as Sarah held such strict moral and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked cast in a music video clipping, he was forced to inquire if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of pro pasquinade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never seem nude in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex vista with some hulk black beast. It was raunchy ! Still, there she was, on boob tube, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little to a greater extent than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of direful slut was she ?

As atrocious as it was to see Sarah demean herself in the euphony video recording, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to billy club.

billy goat could n't trust his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung afford ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two push button of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful white meat were almost hanging out of the jacket crown now, and the clench of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her dame ... or rather ... her panty ! Somehow Jessica 's wench had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the tv camera Angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were seeable, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a dissimilar camera ... and then ...

"No !"billystick yelled as he watched the monitor lizard."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's pantie. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! billy club watched in revulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white bosom. Billy was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two lyric suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotion Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal supporter ... flashing some garish shot of Jessica 's panty and segmentation ... something to make her expression like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupefied rap grouping 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of bitch ! He had to get out ; he had to avail Jessica !

he-goat leapt from the fleeceable room lounge and ran to the door of the green way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! nightstick began beating on the room access and yelling.

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

Billy 's centre widened with brat. What if the electronic network made Sarah do that TV ? And if they did that ... what would they wee Jessica do ? No ... the would n't make bold do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his head again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

billy goat increased his unrestrained trouncing on the door, and began calling for aid. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the telecasting, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an disconnected actualisation. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the promotional material stunt ! All of the things these guy wire had been saying and doing in the studio that Nox, were all designed for shock absorber value ... just like their albums. This video must take in been some kind of burlesque ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in decree to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an attempt to scandalise Jessica McFarland on national television receiver ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy paradigm ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a fictive calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some sort of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her cheek for a moment, trying to regain her professional demeanour ... still completely unaware of the DoS of her crown and doll ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explicate to our consultation that the Lester Willis Young woman in the video recording is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprisal to me, and obviously intended as a jest. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your grouping is really a brilliant satire on prejudice and stereotypes about pitch-dark men, and interracial relationship !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's affirmation and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're grievous sister, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants total darkness men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the rapper ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a put-on. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is adequate,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never chisel on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his shameful leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized protuberance in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the grade of the consultation ! She could barely rend her eyes away ... it took her a here and now to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head teacher ;"You can't expect me to think that that video was for real !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her equanimity was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to unwrap a packaging stunt any Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really beggarly anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond tomentum out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventionality of society can not compete with the constabulary of nature. Any charwoman, confronted with a truly higher-ranking male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't subject if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ dearest'will airt itself towards the higher-up male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could testify that they'd seduced married women. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a fair sex would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the prolongation of"Black genus Phallus's"simulacrum of sexual dominance. Still, for some grounds that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's brawny black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were bombastic than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colors were not all the Same. about of the linkup were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links were slightly with child than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rowing, like chain ring mail. Throughout this pattern of metal links, Jessica could see smart, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stones were of different sizes and colors. The arrangement of the endocarp was generous, but seemed random, with no proportion or radiation pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the endocarp seemed to be mounted, individually to item links, but they were only ever mounted on one face as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a quiver went up her spinal column, and a quiver went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link up ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of rings ... not elementary chain of mountains links made of valued metal, but fair sex's jewelry ... wedding party isthmus and meshing rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with rhomb, some without ... there even some that were engraved with actor's line 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 involvement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering Testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this turn out their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could deliver just bought the mob ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his school principal, and held up one slope of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a stunning design of gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum set was etched and inlaid with a finespun amber pattern. This frail radiation pattern had been the cause of the halo 's lengthy equip registration. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement ringing !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck opening of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an surly furrow in the delicate filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... stiff ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaging reeled with pic of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge calamitous men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her top dog to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might ingest stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of inkiness Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained dumb ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the very intellect Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's hoop, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would testify it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could let paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotional material stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone melanize, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her heavy, filmed the whole matter ... 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 torso ... their muscles ... their huge cocks ... yes, they had to throw Brobdingnagian peter ! She was in a heroic scrap now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would demonstrate it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of split. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her torso felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did score Sarah ... she's Pres Young ... waxy ... she could experience been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the watchword."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, twist woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, twist around cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big microphone said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny mordant torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the midget white journalist."You won't dusk for no ‘ once you go black frill ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her twat.

"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 twist, reasoning, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's middle widened with alarm as she heard Big Mike's Word, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big risque centre 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 solely way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married womanhood like you will believe in the sexual power of a big black pecker !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her center darted back and Forth between the three grim rappers'shining, bare, and muscular opprobrious chests ... her kitty-cat felt like it was on ardor."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the tremendous protuberance in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her substance ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rappers surrounded the bantam white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their bulwark. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOE THIS aspect LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a forte ‘ zip'from her left field ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as tear filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the wait room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going away TO FUCKING KILL THOSE Son OF BITCHES ”.

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

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television filmdom if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the projection screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that second publicity stunts were the last matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big puritanic oculus widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant perfume. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to face away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as shadow or thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant stopcock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 column inch long, but thickheaded than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so contraband ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to reject taking one of them in her backtalk 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 certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able-bodied to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her diminutive lily-white hands and tried to stuff past tense Shemar, but her hand just landed on his gargantuan black-market tool ... and her digit just seemed to desire to twine around it and declare on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH palpate ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her mitt found his stopcock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two petite Caucasian hands, grasping these two enormous black rooster. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their duration, their weight, the beautiful line between their plenteous ebony pelt, and her lily Theodore Harold White hands. Her arms began to move back and Forth River ... her lily Patrick White handwriting stroking the monster ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, sooty rooster inches closer and closer to her backtalk ... Jessica could sense her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to reach a picture with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in impact, 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 apartment crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done goose egg to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this fabric now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's creative thinker suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's show. The know broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored video ... a no-holds barricade consultation, uninterrupted ... the particular asking that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would pass off ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This wholly consultation ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a role of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of people were seeing this ! Millions of people across the area were watching her stroke two foot-long black cocks while a third one was about to enter her mouth. BILLY ! he-goat COULD BE observance AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' union do n't signify SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black cock in his paw ... `` It 's only lifelike baby, you want the Best stock breeder, all women do. The fact is Negroid men are the estimable breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big total darkness cock can give you the best fucking of your living ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full white bosom 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 respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussycat."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 FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without small gold banding, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attack by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a ringlet on a door. The problem is that minuscule gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big pitch-dark banging ram !"

Jessica shook her school principal."This ring is a symbolic representation of my devotion to my hubby !"

"What ring ? THIS doughnut Here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's articulatio radiocarpea and pulling the tintinnabulation from her finger then lifting it up above his school principal !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little amber band, like the one 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 up above her reach. The blonde lost her symmetry and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the mob to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you necessitate with this ringing 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 words."beef WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage RING DON'T MEAN SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK dick !"

"This isn't curious !"she whimpered desperately as sister blue eyes darted back and Forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your 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 admittedly. Are you honestly trying to say me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotency on home video ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't naught more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking chicken !"

"okey"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all awe-inspiring ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here beloved. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly innate for a beautiful flannel woman in her sexual prime to desire the cock-a-hoop putz she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black turncock. That includes marital cleaning woman, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't on-key !"Jessica lied again.

"OK"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to allow 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 sang-froid sister. Here it is, all you have to do, is just ask it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold marriage lot on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brownish cock and pointed it straight at her pretty E. B. White face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay calm ... the masculine odour wall hanging in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. compass for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. test to all of us that your matrimony vows and professional repute are more of import than your personal intimate ecstasy, and the legal philosophy of nature !"B-Love gently waved his peter back and Forth River, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black dick ... and letting her get a commodity whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight column inch from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her lonesome fortune to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national telecasting ... at least she could protect her report as a professional person woman ... all she had to do was aim her ringing and go ! But in order of magnitude to do so, she knew that she'd have to refer that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be capable to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the honey oil room 's TV cover. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensory stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the closed chain ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black cock in forepart of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his slurred black cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last chance 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 motion. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her back talk was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front of her. Her pick ... her ring ... that pecker ... The brightly gold band glinted in a breathtaking direct contrast with B-Love's dark coffee hide. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same meter ? The annulus's delicate sizing seemed so undistinguished compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be congregation to her husband, of her loving eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's rooster that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assistance but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ceremony halo ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric automobile tingle in her bulwark again. It was potent than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her vitreous silica blue eyes still fixated on the rapper'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her petite white mitt shaking ... her fingers cold ... No sooner had her trembling Caucasian fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Her diminutive fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black cock. The sudden bm caused her nuptials ring to drop to the level ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the base. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her flyspeck ashen hand 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 fatal cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender Caucasian finger curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's soot black shaft.

Jessica's mentum quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just beak it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave behind. She didn't want to block up stroking B-Love's magnificent black dick. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having sec thought process about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your matrimony did n't matter ? THERE IS NO compare ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could take in left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't accept 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 narration ! Here it is ! Married blank diary keeper goes pitch-black on interior TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue sky eye bolted wide give in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to stir her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the accuracy, but she did n't need to say it on telecasting ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO sin ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T pauperization HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T neediness HIM ANYMORE ! YOU want BIGGER, punter, BLACKER shaft THAN YOUR husband'S limp WHITE WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. diary keeper ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, blackened cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her Son 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 deliver sex with you all ! I want all of you to love me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a matrimonial woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole Truth !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the the true be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the Sojourner Truth. She understood now. This was right. This was right.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to seem in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful inglorious cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the Truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course !"


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Through teary eyes billy goat McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the television camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inches from her sassing. Her sparkling sky blue sky centre were unblinking as she spoke to the television camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet Eskimo dog voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should recite him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' nightstick began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course of instruction, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a packaging stunt ! It 's not deserving it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was view helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt crazy to his stomach. His beautiful blonde married woman turned her big blue eye away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large black cock. She looked at it lovingly. baton fell to the level, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's cryptic brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive sinister stopcock in her hand. Her eyelid seemed hard ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful egg white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big sinister cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby little girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pinko lips grazed the head of his raging inkiness cock."Kiss that nigga gumshoe. Lick it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me just and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown putz. Her eyes stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the putz with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's prick, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her unexpended hand, and Big mike's with her rightfulness. Her limb and elbow joint strained from the feat, for both men's turncock were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's gentle osculation reached the root of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy black balls, closing her eye, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any prohibition she might make had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any ignominy ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her physical structure ... and a desire to please these resplendent black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga tool ! Take it in your mouthpiece. Sucking black dick is the best thing any white charwoman can do with her backtalk. Better than asking us a clustering of stupid fuckin'interview interrogation !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an time of day earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that commentary. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her oral fissure ... 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 testis ... kissing the length of his barb as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his dick ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm up wet oral fissure. Her natural language circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His impregnable black hands took cargo area of Jessica's head ... his finger running through her soft blonde hair's-breadth as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more than and more of his prick into her uncoerced mouth.

This went on for several min as the television camera captured every whine and moan emanating from Jessica's gourmandize mouth. Her ticklish snowy hands continued stroking and pumping the former men's cocks, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deep and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the light beam ... taking the unhurt thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big mike whispered ..."this hand shit is decent, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to trade over to Big microphone. Big mike and Shemar changed place ... Jessica's right mitt loosened its grasp on Big mike's fat pitch blackness dick as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his shaft into Jessica's face.

"okeh infant"Big microphone smiled,"This turncock's a couplet inches thick-skulled than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number full !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plunk melanise rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have much room to guide around microphone's girth, but she did her intimately. That was her obligation. She took his girth into her sassing ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretchiness enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too boneheaded. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappoint him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned onwards towards B-Love's tremendous sinister tool ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to savor it ... establish 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 cocks from Jessica's custody. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to rectify any unseasonable that she might sustain made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you wet-nurse MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at flooring, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that pudden-head ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked brood."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. creeping over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few metrical unit away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I induce to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suction THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT hoot hoop ON rightfield NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her rump on the lounge, She quickly dropped to her articulatio genus and then fell on all quartet, scrambling across the studio trading floor, her full breasts straining to kick downstairs free of her low-cut jacket. The tv camera caught the shooting from a low front angle, giving the nursing home viewers a great view of Jessica's milky Patrick White segmentation as she crawled on all quaternion on the studio floor towards the wedding annulus. She reached the lowly gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta female child !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the doughnut that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your unexpended hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's prick in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observance, stroking their own tool. This was one of B-Love's slight ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to do with new subjection. They knew not to interfere.

"spotter your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your bridge player back and Forth River ... back and Forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty blank hand ... see how your fairly blanched hand looks as it strokes my big lightlessness cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became ponderous ... her ventilation slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking question of her hand on B-Love's cock. light source glinted from her shiny gold ring ... quondam symbol of fidelity ... as the T. H. White hand that wore it pumped a titan ebony putz. Unconsciously, she dropped her right helping hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking scanty ... she began to rub her kitty-cat gently ... in clock time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that handwriting off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her correct hand from her snatch and grabbing the base of B-Love's jibe. His cock, being over a metrical foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 inch visible while she pumped it with both her pocket-sized white hands. Not once did she use up her eye 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 manus as it stroked B-Love's tool.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering atomic number 79 shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold ring ... tiny white hand ... big calamitous tool ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it imply ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of gold. variety of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may imbibe my stopcock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large ignominious hand on Jessica's head, forcing her proper hand off. Holding her headway in place, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T kiss IT ! sucking THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's turncock hard. Her get out hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black gibe ... the area that she had not yet taken into her sassing. B-Love took her left hand off his pecker, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy blackened balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, lift them. Feel how big and punishing they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her oral cavity wide-cut of shaft. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black ball with her allow for deal. They felt so heavy ... full-of-the-moon ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right-hand bridge player had found a rest home stroking Big microphone's cock again. This went on for various moment, B-Love pulling Jessica's nous closer and closer, forcing his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her leave alone mitt found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A shaft in each hand, and one in her oral cavity, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... 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 oral cavity. B-Love's deal stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one Thomas More column inch to go ! She could find the tip of B-Love's tool pushing into her throat ... she was having fuss breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her heart, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's prick lantern slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nozzle pressed into B-Love's diffused pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so gallant and happy, that she felt a moving ridge of pleasure pass over her whole body, causing her whole body to excite. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a belly laugh that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her mute cry from around B-Love's stopcock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING Joseph Black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's heading ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful grimace ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his turncock to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her backtalk, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hired man. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for respective to a greater extent moment, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor cleaning woman went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monumental black cock in bout while stroking the others'cocks with minor whitened men !

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The scene played out on television screenland across United States of America. The viewers who weren't yet too daze or enraptured by the events on screenland were on their phones calling their supporter. All over the States, 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 former viewers that were far more interest with the activities of a dissimilar 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 television set. Karen Davenport was far more concerned with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black knocker in some medicine video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding anchor ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Same sinister studhorse's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the projection screen ... a million denials and questions swimming through her point. Surely it couldn't be confessedly. Sarah was a sound little girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's youngest daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the rest of the program on her own television since it had no orbiter or cable length hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enchant with the show that she hadn't noticed her female parent's arriver home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glance of her older sister writhing in cristal with a big Black scantling. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her way. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the concealment, just before she'd left. Once alone in her way, Becky could only opine about her babe. She knew what the chemical group had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her Conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these bleak rappers. ineffectual to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was storm that her Sister answered proper away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell telephone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so insouciant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as full as you hoped ? Did you see anything matter to ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a logical sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so eff unbelievable ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video recording she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ actual ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their video recording. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys 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 instant. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can preface you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be concerned 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 facial expression was sort of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't sleep together ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The former day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but affair have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear representative in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male phonation. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't lie with how foresightful 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 antic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her babe's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would bask seeing ... THAT happen ... and on goggle box ! ?

"I'm so sword lily you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy cable are going to see a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, lecture to my supporter until I can piece up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"how-do-you-do Rebecca."a deep Male vocalisation said on the early end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

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In the unripened room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde married woman sucking three pitch blackness cocks on national boob tube. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Bob Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything to a greater extent ... she ca n't ... ''

text edition began scrolling across the tooshie of the television covert, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The intermediate melanise prick is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

he-goat couldn't deny that these hombre were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriend had always said.

"Over 99 percent of fair sex polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text edition.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to weigh the ramification of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guy off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do Sir Thomas More than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often ineffective to contain their intimate itch when confronted with a black cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percentage of married tweed char take total darkness lovers within ten twelvemonth of getting married."

"ejaculate from a black man has a 40 percent ameliorate chance of successfully fertilizing a cleaning woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go foster ... but at least Jessica would ready the guys wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the anovulatory drug, and didn't want to take in children.

'' Joseph Black men never where condom when they fuck white fair sex ! '' said the succeeding factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would seduce them wear a safe. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. billystick had wanted to father small fry, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to ground her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting fraught. She'd make them wear condoms. He could solace himself with that certainty.

No Oklahoman had that thinking crossed his mind, then the next newsworthiness crawl appeared on screen.
'' White married woman who force their husbands to jade condoms never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

billystick's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those char ... could she ?

"NO ! Of track not !"Billy answered his own doubtfulness out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, occupy verbalism on her facial expression when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at household ... masturbating while watching these knocker'video recording. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotency ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might have been a publicity stunt. The repository's seduction might have got been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might take in been packaging stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"pecker on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll accept to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television set screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize shameful pecker ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the predilection ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those Negroid rooster ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful married woman was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that nighttime could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big Negro pecker and loving every second and in of it !

billystick's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would get to using condoms. He also doubted very lots 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, billystick knew that they would forever suffer the marker of her unfaithfulness by raising a total darkness child !

he-goat's worries were interrupted by the auditory sensation of a man's voice, public speaking over the issue on screen.

"trade good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very especial instalment of"The Whole Truth ”, as piece of our exploration into the world of"Joseph Black penis ”, we'll be investigating their claim about the sexual power of ignominious men, and learning the the true about size, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of blackness phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and look into these ideas and theory. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at hired man tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to sacrifice us her first-hand invoice of her experiences as these outcome unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is interfering assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may call back seeing in one of the"Black member"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. estimable evening Sarah !"

"Good eventide Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"architectural plan of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more compose than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and war paint were now arranged in their common master perfection. She was dressed in a very bourgeois dark red jacket, and melanise turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large nigrify ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you narrate our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each former by their first off names, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four age old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgo, and had been engaged for respective months to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the mistake of my shipway !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her chalk,"You took me into my power and taught me the joyfulness of calamitous 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 sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the doorknocker'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hired hand occupation to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to exact it boost than that ... and he never seemed to advertize me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a manus job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black dick of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't supporter myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful pitch-black men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could own provided me !"

"workings in a place with so many Joseph Black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a finely fair sex like you stayed a Virgo the Virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiola that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other flannel man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the lone sort of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful eubstance. A contraband man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the first meter. What do you conceive he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two 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 care. I've composed a break-up greenback for him. ‘ total darkness Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"number 1"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to notify our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the pursuit of freedom of the printing press and providing our paying viewers with detail info about the guinea pig we are presenting tonight. Viewer discernment is advised for our more medium witness ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screenland cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen door shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white face. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in framing, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a short untidy ... her spectacles are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EEC. I thought that I should let you have sex that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Saami time, she is leaning backwards by about 30 degrees. The photographic camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the camera continues to attract back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nothing obscures the tv camera's survey of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's survey of Sarah's house white knocker as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the tv camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a powerful total darkness stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his dresser ... letting her foresightful blond tomentum obscure the pitch blackness he-man's case. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to discharge the condemnation before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long white legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard shameful cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko pussycat as she rocks back and forth on the enormous black-market ray. B-Love runs his enormous ebony script around her lilliputian waist, over her bland white belly, and around her full white titty, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and garden pink tit practically glow in direct contrast with the big, grating, black digit kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another Shirley Temple man walks into the snap ... we can't see his side ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs clasp of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's putz, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to land her lip to adjoin the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... roll in the hay ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clipping cut back to the studio's camera provender,"That was some pose footage. Who were those two dark men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you shout me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black headmaster !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as barren and beautiful as ever. Nobody might ingest known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to severalize you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of 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 telecasting ... just because a Shirley Temple Black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the photographic camera,"Sarah, exact off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this broadcast in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the rachis of the chairperson. She then reached down and unzipped her dame, letting it precipitate to the floor. Her white lacey pantie were soaking wet with her cunt juices. Now she was left in those panties and her check blackness polo-neck shirt. Sarah crossed her blazon, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her headway, revealing her flat white bay window and full-of-the-moon, firm Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts ... barely held in property by a somewhat old-fashioned bloodless lace bra. She took her ass in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very dainty"Watkins said, dragging one of his large melanize fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to grab her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of Joseph Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."gentleman ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a macrocosm of luxuria, her pass bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat pitch blackness cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the interrogation, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our pecker, getting them gracious and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick Shirley Temple tool in her sass. Her handwriting pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive smuggled cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the eye of switching off, trying to lease B-Love's cock in her lip again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to respond some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki, keeping her uneasy face inches from his prick ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that tool in her mouth again so badly ... but the cat wanted her to answer doubtfulness, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big lightlessness hammer. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a Black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchorperson desk, in her chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to bear on sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're grand !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two peter in her mitt ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my pelt !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the braggy, most beautiful exercise of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown coloring ... they're so heavily and firm !"

"How do they compare to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out gaudy,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. billy club is only five inch long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three column inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio apartment breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogative sentence off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on covert,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as little and poor as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good interrogation Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The young lady had delivered her scripted motion perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our watcher and find out ! I want you to go around the construction and metre inglorious men and Edward Douglas White Jr. men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a photographic camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a capital theme"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the residence, asking bleak men to demo her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, call up,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the relaxation of the syllabus in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to own so a good deal fun running around the building in her underclothing and meeting to a greater extent, bosomy ignominious men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and determine out just how a good deal bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field tryout'was planned and rigged. The only if men in the hall would be enhanced Black macho-man and livid cuckolds, all under the employ and ascendence of Solomon tycoon and E & I endeavor. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that affair, would be left with was the thought process that opprobrious men were physically master to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few ignominious studio workers and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this daughter's body for a long sentence ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a unspoiled chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the studhorse shrugged."But the bitch got fright and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his script."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. walkway with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several hour. Should she call her Sister back ? Would Sarah reply, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so obscure and flustered, trying to surcharge in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music video recording'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her elbow room. How had her Conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to make sex in a Black Phallus rap television ? She tried to foretell Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a magnanimous black man ! Becky was too scared to speak to him, and hung up.

Becky had no estimation what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could look television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't sleep with Sarah had just been on video talking about her newfound love of grim dick, the end of her wedding battle, 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 Shirley Temple Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the residence hall of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a special ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only yard her way, stare at her headphone, and try to clear common sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the earphone rang. The vociferation said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to do, and let the phone go to sound mail. Seconds later, the telephone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, peck up !"
When the earpiece 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 let the cat out of the bag to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's vocalisation cracked from focus,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe sister."You have a million query, but I'm exceedingly busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have time to talk right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, O.K.. He really wants to blab out to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"commodity fille. I'll talk 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 baby's."the man chuckled,"A big, black booster ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her slit was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big dark Quaker'all she could call up about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous mesomorphic smuggled men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can blab out to me for a patch. tell me, are you here younger sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So narrate me ... do you reckon like your Sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that picture. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her Sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear chalk like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your Sister plowshare the like interest group ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you signify ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the studhorse asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the unit of their lives. Sarah was a good lady friend."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too waste !"

"hoot I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like nigrify dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV blind ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music television snip !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"horseshit daughter, you know in force than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white ass for contraband men !"

"No ... that was just that euphony picture !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did underprice him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"girl, I ain't talkin'about that trivial picture clip from instant ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the medicine video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your babe's angelical blond pussy being invaded by a big pitch blackness cock ! She sho'as Scheol at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the nether region was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the Shirley Temple asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own hoot eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the blind ... She was in that medicine video clip. I had to call to encounter out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the ignominious man said, understanding."That's a hoot ignominy girl. You should have seen your big babe just now. I bet that would throw answered all your query !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your sis is on TV now, talking about how much she loves mordant hammer !"

"That's not lawful ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the dim man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folk music seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the pitch-black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom enamour me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just assure me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black he-man replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to retrieve out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and bend on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trustingness me lady friend,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the 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 sieve and her idea is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the TV program, she was far too stunned to appear away. She could scarcely consider what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filthiness was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some sort of debauched excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this peck, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and encounter some variety of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her charter girl disavow her spiritual opinion, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some absurd notion of black male person transcendence ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick packaging stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, 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 devil ! Karen's stifle buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room president."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her honest-to-goodness daughter describe the joys of big blackness shaft, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny Theodore Harold White hands. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special duty assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the projection screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up girl being ravished by three ignominious rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the with child Joseph Black remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it pee-pee you feel to be sucking the rooster of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental blacken tool that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his turncock again, forcing her to do Thomas More questions.

"fountainhead,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a marital womanhood ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married woman, I'm still a charwoman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my marriage ceremony vows don't really entail anything when they're stacked up against the ability of beautiful blackamoor cocks 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 responsibleness as a journalist to put their claims to the mental test !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing blackened cock in her helping hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure enough ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to luff out that if these men have such a great intimate power over you, why is it that after nearly XXX minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... unspoiled ... 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 headmaster, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already come apart my wedding ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even nude yet, how could you ingest broken your vows without taking off any of your dress ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her crownwork was almost unlaced, and her annulus 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 first inquiry,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get au naturel, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to misplace your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her devotee with sad blue center ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her pitch-black masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to absorb their rooster !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To delight your eubstance ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, beef !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three hidrosis, muscular black bureau that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip show ribbing. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest push of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulders just a bit, exposing the black strap of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulder were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added effect of making her already plentiful cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her subdivision in a gentle, snow-clad curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her cap exposed so much of her snowy white segmentation, but now she wanted to play up the show ... to tantalize her total darkness lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her crushed lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the stud poker, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final clit of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't berth through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big microphone stepped behind Jessica, placing his tremendous ember Black person handwriting on her berm. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rapper, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big grim eyes and blushing Edward White face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket undecided, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his bloke rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's ostentation of great power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her crownwork, of the aphrodisiacal bleak bra that barely contained her heaving white white meat. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might crack out of her lustful stupor and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful Black person rapper. 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 joint again, again squeezing her knocker together and letting the jacket crown slip over her shoulders, again exposing the pitch blackness strap of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could assist me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy tweed shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket crown off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket crown to slip from her body and fall to the trading floor. She now stood before the three lightlessness rappers and the studio photographic camera clad in her lightlessness annulus, and her fateful Hidden loo demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy goat ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a right dead body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that here and now. Her complexion was unflawed. Her lily-white bay window was insipid as a board. Her magnificent, bout, firm milky white boob BEGGED to be released from the beautiful melanize bra ... but the contrast of the inkiness bra against her snow white skin was too beautiful for anybody to step in with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can treasure the sight here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's consistence is flawless. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his dick straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to take hold of the woman he was looking at and sleep together her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the framework of her skirt."You can't really take account how soft her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her header to the studio apartment and called out for"makeup ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ heathenish'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never allow it. He never missed an installment of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Joseph Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the ribaldry of their TV, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster hood seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that dark, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'tremendous black peter. His strokes became more delirious as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her knocker, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the storey. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky seed into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the filmdom when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's constitution girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His thinker flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few Night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her speech sound phone call."They didn't even make me audience a second prison term. They just talked to me for about five min and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of knockout College and I'm already working with a mavin ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprisal !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would violate the surprise."she'd said."Don't vexation, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the heavily way that his stepdaughter heather was working at KNEN. She was doing constitution for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full of bare black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's pecker suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching events spread out from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty green eyes had widened with impact when she saw the men release their giant shameful cocks. Her diminutive mouth hung heart-to-heart hungrily as she watched Jessica call for one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hired hand into her drawers and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Scots heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder joint length brown-black haircloth, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like auricle. She picked up her shuffle up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the Lion's den. She stood just within frame of the tv camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should defy approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins Call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a pinch up."

Heather was nervous, but it would have got been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular contraband derriere and across-the-board berm. Scots heather got behind Jessica to try and detain out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby television monitor. She dabbed Jessica's look, covering the hidrosis, then dropped the sponger over Jessica's to the full, white-hot breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"heather mixture heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the dark men were proud of with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat white tum ... dabbing all the way ... the photographic camera following her manus ... and then ... in the shooter ... so very close to her hired hand ... heather saw one of the doorknocker's massive cock being stroked frantically by Jessica's handwriting. Scots heather's eye locked on concealment, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Calluna vulgaris gasped when she saw Big Mike's monumental coal-black pecker rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face up him, looking up into his oculus.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling Danton True Young brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new poriferan into a darker base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin color. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved head teacher ... their shoulder ... their enormous pectoral muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her early handwriting on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were interfering having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, lips, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big mike's, so heather mixture applied a little more make up to his physical structure ... to emphasize its the indulgent, deep light brown of his tegument. Again she let her other script drift over his arms ... his berm ... feeling the compactness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black trunk. broom thought B-Love's black 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 geographic expedition of B-Love's organic structure as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her constitution sponge on his face, then down his deep cervix, his broad shoulder, then his muscular arms. His mighty bootleg bureau glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny white paw guided the sponge over Big Mike's pecs muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, confining and closelipped to Big Mike's massive black peter. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's dense black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying war paint. Scots heather's burlesque was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to cull it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hired hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing Diospyros ebenum peter. She felt a burning desire to contact it, to grasp its thickness in her handwriting, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big microphone's tum, then slide it up, caressing the rapper's brawny blacken chest.

"broom,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the turned on make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big contraband 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 !"

Calluna vulgaris looked at the proctor. Jessica's dresser, neck, and case glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. broom took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way thing are going, Jessica will probably need some composition on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her chick off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, black hand on her shoulder joint, gently but firmly pushing her Down. She immediately dropped to her knee and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the slide fastener than ran halfway down her wench, over her leftover hip. As Calluna vulgaris tugged at the zipper, the non-white stuff of Jessica's bird loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and pantie that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the soft breaking ball of Jessica'across-the-board, childbearing pelvic girdle and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Calluna vulgaris's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of melanize stuff that circled her articulatio talocruralis, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden Closet lingerie supporting players ... between two Brobdingnagian, muscular bleak men, stroking their human foot long cocks with her midget blank handwriting. Jessica's snow white cutis glowed in beautiful demarcation with the black lace intimate apparel she wore, and the large grim hired man that slid all over her 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 black hand over her prostrate Andrew Dickson White tummy and grim satin garter bang, and pushed them into her blackamoor French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, assail white ass, and B-Love snaked his declamatory black fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque snowy blonde as she writhed in hug drug between the two muscular calamitous rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one yoke of optic that were not locked on Jessica's body. As ling stood on her stifle, dabbing physical composition over Jessica's ass and thighs, her heart were locked on the enormous smutty pecker with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their sense of smell ... something about them made her turned on than she'd ever been in her entire Thomas Young spirit !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the somewhat young make-up girl lick her lip as her Green River eyes darted back and Forth River between all the disgraceful cocks around her.

"Our make-up missy 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 mixture, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her regard on the pitch-black cocks inches from her pretty, Pres Young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A Virgo fiancée, a celebrity, and now a stripling ... all seduced and fucked on national boob tube. He loved being a office of this labor !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt good-for-nothing she'd never waited to render herself to a calamitous man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to get word that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."ling stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a blackamoor pecker before ?"

"No !"Calluna vulgaris gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"Calluna vulgaris said,"The expectant guy I was ever with was seven column inch. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a swain ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What color do you mean your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black prick around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"ling smiled.

"fountainhead shit little girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga peter right field here with your name on it !"

Heather's youth whitened boldness lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her makeup kit suddenly clattered to the story as her small Andrew Dickson White work force immediately grabbed Big microphone's throb, black tool and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her piano pink knife circle the psyche ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his finger's breadth through the young brunet's pilus as he thrust his peter into her midget mouth. He'd wanted to bed this little truelove ever since he'd lay eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eagre ministrations on his dick, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognisant that ling had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's hefty black soundbox ... their grotesque black cocks rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm drinking chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her tit from their blackness silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor operating surgeon could sustain done a dear job. Jessica's breasts had a decent natural softness, but they were still steadfastly and youthful. They were full, round, beamy clean orb with stiff pinko nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black hands snaked under her tiny inglorious panties. The front of the pantie was cut in a French elan ... sending straps high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing law of proximity to Jessica's snatch. The cover of the panties was little more than a G-string ... revealing the smoothen white peach of Jessica's perfect rung ass. This fragile bit of black lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married twat and the two rock-hard Negroid cocks that were ready to dishonor her.

Jessica could find both of those peter ... big ... operose ... hot ... rubbing against her wooden leg ... so close to her slit. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her to the full firm breast. B-Love's paw groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her snatch ... teasing her clit ... and those two big blacken shaft ... so intemperately ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's consistency trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moan got louder ... louder ... tart ... they turned to scream ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after undulation of hot pleasure past over her trunk.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you separate us ?"

"OH nookie !"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 life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful climax in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real number 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 white body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty telecasting journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! baton McFarland has been waiting, locked in the William Green room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio apartment monitor. He joins us now via closed electric circuit television, for security reasons."

The television camera angle changed and the filmdom split between the studio apartment anchor desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green room. billy looks furious and confused ... he looks around the way, trying to find the blot out camera that's capturing his icon, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, billy McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her life-time. She didn't have it with you billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this even. How does that cause you feel ?"

On screenland, a caption appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the television camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no commentary ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least secern us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop over your wife's inevitable Negro gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"he-goat yelled,"LET ME OUT OF here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid redneck."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to accept sex with your pathetic footling dickie again."

"YOU cocksucker ! !"nightstick screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU brand HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON national TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT sort OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nonentity is devising your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the pursuit of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 inch hard, but your impotence means that your check at a soft 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"he-goat sputtered.

Suddenly the threshold to the K room burst heart-to-heart and two burly disgraceful men grabbed billy club McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his bloomers down. She pulled out a rule and held it up to Billy's limp phallus ...

"THREE in ALL rightfulness !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the way as the two men through truncheon against a rampart, letting him fall to the floor with his pants around his mortise joint. They left the elbow room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving he-goat still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that verification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a organise compare going !"

A Split blind comparison was put up on the monitor. One gibe was a freeze frame of billy McFarland's lilliputian tool, and the other was a dead reckoning of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's 12 in pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billystick McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the sound feed to his room still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The stock split filmdom showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry nightstick, but it looks like you just suffer your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio gang laughed out loud.

The split screen being broadcast showed billystick on one position, aware of Watkins's vilification. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with tear and passion. The Christian Bible ‘ FUCKING NIGGER by-blow"obviously being formed by his mouth. The former side of the Split screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with huge melanise pecker rubbing against her dim satin panties.

The mental image of Jessica and lightlessness Phallus expanded, pushing baton's raging silent mental image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless ovalbumin cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should utter to your babe again. She seems confused."The fatal studhorse with Sarah's telephone set said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her heterosexual person on a couple of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at rest home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black superior respect.

The total darkness studhorse shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earpiece."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the event unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of nonsensical affair about you. he tried to enjoin me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black bozo !"

"Of course 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 ? seaport't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you former, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the euphony videos."Mom made me go to my elbow room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best portion Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"commodity. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your information processing system ? Do you still have my course credit card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's internet site and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my reference card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom threshold and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log in page, she continued talking to her sis on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the endure picture provender downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to check this program tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so significant ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely au naturel, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two phallus of OUR preferred rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked variety of turned on by those cat ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the verity Becky, and we don't concern about anything else now ! I want you to learn the accuracy too ! That's why I want you to ascertain. Just watch !"

Becky was about to debate with her babe when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful Stanford White journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's sieve, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio apartment spark. Two Brobdingnagian black rivet, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her bosomy white frame between their muscular darkness bodies.

The teen redheaded woodpecker couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's name in vein at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her 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 sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional person news anchor. She's on the cover of powder store. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television set ? What would bring in her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the telephone set.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black person Men with BIG Joseph Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the natural process unfolding on her computing machine screen.

"pitch blackness men are Lake Superior to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, inkiness Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, conjoin white cleaning woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug rappers she just met, then world will make love the truth. There will be no more hushed rumor and talking of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, cypher will be capable to deny it. Everybody will sleep together the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than White River men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black prick in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the unity I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer cover."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her paw to slue down to her genital organ and part rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite knocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me undress down to my bra and step-in. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to line up male employees and randomly compare pecker sizes between contraband guys and white cat !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to test that all Shirley Temple Black guy rope are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as longsighted ... or thick. They want to prove that Joseph Black men are sexually superior to white men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you retrieve that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her kitty faster, still staring at massive black stopcock on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The lily-white guy rope I've checked out are tiny ... hobble. The pitch-dark men on the other hired man ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sis talk dirty while she watched the military action on her data processor filmdom."beautiful ..."

"blackamoor dick are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the E. B. White cat I've found. When I touch these big black dick they get HARD fast ! They're prepare to screw ! They look so thoroughly in my Patrick White hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Pres Young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to learn ! That's why I gave you my credit scorecard number so that you could see the audience tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those TV !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the video because they want you to consider about sex with melanise men. They want white girls like you to see what retrieve about what those big melanize cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do desire to try those calamitous 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 time lag Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The elementary statement caught her aid."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and encounter the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To fit the striation ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"honor ring"on her gang finger.

"tone Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to hear more !"

"You will pamper !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her bridge player away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might take in her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to find out the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the rivet replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a massive dim cock in her helping hand like the slutty anchorwoman on her estimator concealment. The young redhead immediately dropped her mitt to her crotch again, pushed two white 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 idea of your sister with disgraceful studs now !"The Black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the mind before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, harbour't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big jigaboo dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black turncock like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her middle were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those grievous black cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the studhorse suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the stud poker 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."

"hold ?"the studhorse 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 especial night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long black cock on her computer monitor.

"turd girl !"the blackness man said."driveway your pretty Andrew Dickson White ass down to the network construction. I'll make tonight plenty shit special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding Nox !"

"marriage ceremony dark ?"the disastrous stud poker asked."Why postponement for a white wedding one day, when you can have a Joseph Black cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so repellent ! She thought about all the prison term she'd rejected the advance of dates over the past few class. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one Nox of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're lay waste to time lady friend !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't wasteland the skilful yr of your sprightliness waiting for sex with one Patrick Victor Martindale White boy when what you need is circumstances of pitch-dark hammer ! deep down, every sexy white Virgo the Virgin is meant to be a black hammer slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the macho-man and staring at the interracial sex on her estimator screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the wand of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thought process of big smuggled studs using her youth white body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three black hammer ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black he-man teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big Shirley Temple peter and rubbing that dessert virgin slit of yours ?"The rivet asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your reasonably white consistency ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"fountainhead STOP !"the studhorse yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to end up masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"period ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her puss."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the scantling shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black stud poker, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister workings. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! sneak out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can lie with you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK cock !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might break in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your nous, you know where to get along. I'll leave your gens with security at the battlefront desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better rush Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just continue watching the show. You know how to get hold of me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, hold !"Becky said,"I don't be intimate your gens ..."

It was too recent. He had hung up on her.

cover in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the edifice to equate the penis sizes of black men and bloodless men, and recover 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 size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other white men and Shirley Temple men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split screenland with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and step-in, as she had been when she left the news program desk, though she now looked a lilliputian worse for wear. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her expression, and one of her bra strap hung over her white articulatio humeri, almost exposing one of her firm Whitney Moore Young Jr. breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on photographic camera ... but I can describe that the opprobrious men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. gabardine men varied from about 3 in to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to accomplish an erecting !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to consider. You're a exquisitely adult female ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the pitch blackness men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving hard-on. Some of them even had fuss getting their hammer back in their drawers after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the place demanded it, I sucked their stopcock until they came, so that their hard-on would go down a bit, and they could put their shaft away !"

"Sounds like a sticky position !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these inglorious stud have an incredible recovery fourth dimension, and I'm informed that those hammer of theirs never get truly balmy again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my responsibility as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other white fair sex to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their dark peter are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average unvoiced black peter was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the turgid black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The television camera pulled back to unwrap an corpulent black man, with a hammer close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the base, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name copper ... and you can see why ! His shaft is absolutely unbelievable, you might deliberate this man lucky, but Bull's account is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of copper's tremendous phallus's duration and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his rooster is almost always laborious. His orchis are also extremely with child and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to jerk off constantly, just to sustain his animation 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 prick. Her assertion was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Irish bull ... to still his accent ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her rima oris around that teras, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"well young lady ..."fuzz offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't exact too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a cleaning lady's soupcon !"

"strait like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her thirst for black cock overwhelming, and she could cogitate of no reason not to abide by Taurus the Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how in effect it would make her look to help oneself him ... and how just it would feel to touch the handsome cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a with child approximation, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Bull's whale dick in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to prevail his cock above her foreland just to get it to point out away from his soundbox. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a choke up turkey. She tried to admit it, but her pocket-sized clean hands didn't come close to reaching around the circuit. She cupped a hand on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a one-third the size of her unanimous face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his sound cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an mind. deal off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the snatch of her old-hat Elwyn Brooks White bra. Smiling up at the fat lightlessness man, she shrugged her articulatio humeri, letting her bra sliding board down her arms, revealing her full firm breast. The bra had covered her so often that cop had not realized how nicely endowed this fille was. Her breast were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in thinker. He took one of Sarah's entire, firm, Danton True Young Andrew D. White nipple in each of his meaty Black workforce and kneaded them gently.

"They's so cushy !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a wholly load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the vast puddle of white jism spreading across her intone white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a destiny young woman ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'judgment. I'd sho like to get started. Would you put up up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my putz up"he said,"point it straight up, run it against my body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental exercising weight of Taurus the Bull's cock up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her soft Stanford White breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapon forward, hugging the tremendous melanize man, with his shaft pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could feel his monolithic sound nut rubbing against her clitoris ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, dogshit's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could snog and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real squeamish ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscleman in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her consistency tits and tummy against his massive black pecker. His arduous black-market balls rubbed against her clitoris as she flexed her branch ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so monumental and strong, was able to easily pick up the diminutive blonde lady friend, holding his monumental hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arm up, wrapping them around Bull's fatheaded black neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full moon white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, shit told her"Okay Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that word of advice, fuzz suddenly began bouncing the unseasoned blond girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown black-market dick, using her soft white body as no more than a cock for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and humbled ... so that she could feel his massive musket ball rubbing across her flat Patrick White belly, and his monolithic dick tip rightfulness in figurehead of her font. All he while, her diffused white tits rubbed against the hot nigrify flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer harbor onto Bull's cervix, and instead had to enclose her sleeve around the putz itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of twisted carrousel trot. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her side along the gibe as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her clean cheeks ... and kissing the soft lightlessness anatomy as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a frightening trembling in the black shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the intact distance, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along Taurus the Bull's massive globe and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her untested white dead body. She didn't have a great deal prison term to savor her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums overleap !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A authentic geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking black shaft ! Sarah squealed, catching the first gust ... what had to be nearly a pint of ejaculate, right in her side ... mostly in her rima oris 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 facial expression. Sarah closed her eyes just in meter as the hot cum plastered her haircloth, forehead, and eyes. Sarah threw her caput back, squealing in tired of delight as a third fire barb up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the roof of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two devotee with a reflected blast. Another eruption of semen erupted from cop's cock ... and another ... and another ...

nonentity could severalise how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a slurred coating of pearly Patrick Victor Martindale White semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered grimace to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a gluey place !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her electronic computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black pecker. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girlfriend joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in enchantment as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this metre playing with the self-aggrandising cock Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful cheek ... and it was that net prototype that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, punishing, on her frantically pumping manus. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her head ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ higher-up to bloodless guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cocks ... 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 hold been a 2nd or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the trading floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the way ... and her eyes fell upon the jail cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the vox in forefront echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a spell, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell earpiece, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stair, she could hear that the sustenance room goggle box was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television set ? Becky peeked into the living elbow room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her center glued to the television screen.

Karenic Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the put, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my babe fille ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right bridge player buried between her pegleg, rubbing frantically !

That trollop ! That phoney ! How could she do that ?

Becky's centre darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keystone hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one min and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was cipher she'd be capable to do about it until dad came home with the former car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled craze when she heard her car start. By the metre Karenic got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the drive.

Somehow, Karenic instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This insaneness had to contain !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her married man's cell phone."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to derive family and pluck me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the projection screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered fount to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a unenviable state of affairs !"

"It indisputable is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the lynchpin desk, he released his rock and roll strong cock from his knickers to unbosom the painful pressure, and he was going to make water infernal for certain he got some pussy before he put that Negro monster back in his pants."Thanks for your commove report. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's mental test are not scientific, but we would care to call for all the pretty ashen women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational schoolbook begins to scroll across the bottom of the screen showing various URL address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial smut sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get maiden hand data-based data point. flavour justify to visit the total darkness Phallus website and these early site to find more info about these exciting issues, see telecasting data point, read about the experiences of White person women who have learned the accuracy about bleak men, and find out where you can meet discreet, fairly, and superior black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and pause, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio engine room booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and gentleman I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the first time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a inglorious cock dawn a lily-white woman's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big mike and heather mixture the composition girl. Scots heather was still on her knees, sucking Big mike's monumental black cock in her flyspeck white mouthpiece, but mike was pushing her away.

heather mixture tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too inviolable, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his shaft desperately, and her middle began to shoot down up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for microphone's humanity."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a just piffling cock gull girl, but I need some twat ! Get them fucking apparel off !"

Heather's flavour of dashing hopes suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sugariness,"OH, okey !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted ovalbumin tee shirt over her principal, revealing her beautiful, slender Young body. Her stomach was long and categoric, without an ounce of fat on it, and her tit were small and firm, held by a white cotton bra with blue prime printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his video in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television set star was about to be fucked by two mobster knocker, his optic were focused on another womanhood in the studio.

Bob had married heather's mother just a few yr earlier. When her female parent married Bob, heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no holy person, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slovenly woman ! Not ling !

But it was ling.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the moment it was offered !

It was Heather's vocalisation that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, 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 help but remark how Heather's trunk looked so a lot like her mother's. Heather was lithe and lithe with pallid skin, smallish breast, a tight little ass ... and a immense black cock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any to a greater extent ... but an attractive, XIX year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Calluna vulgaris,"he called out"I'm for certain the spectator at rest home would like to have intercourse what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the inaugural metre you'll be fucked by a Negro man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

broom stroked Big microphone's massive black cock in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider blue jean with the early. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the slopped denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knee joint revealing a dyad of pixilated Caucasian panties, soaked with excitement. Big mike chuckled at the deal. Heather's panty didn't lucifer her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't affair though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his muscular black finger into heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The onionskin cotton plant gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other face of the studio. The scanty hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunettes pink snatch and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"broom moaned and shivered as an sexual climax passed over her young Elwyn Brooks White body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible whizz. Her stifle buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the turning point of the couch's back. Her feet off the left wing the floor. Her boxershorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle joint. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the book binding of the sofa ... arching her rachis, causing her young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful unseasoned woman. You could probably make any man you want. Are you set to give yourself to this black man on television. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal disgraceful eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of Heather's tight white thighs, spreading her branch a bit. He then moved his hired man ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's eubstance, supporting her broken back. The other hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's lilliputian pink pussy. Big mike teased heather mixture's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

heather's center widened and teared up as her tight pink pussy was spread by the first wooden-headed column inch of Big Mike's monolithic black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen twelvemonth old brunette.

"Redeemer ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's puss."She's fucking sozzled ! I'm gon na have to elongate this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the natural process,"it appears that Big microphone is having fuss fitting his cock inside heather's untried livid pussy. Some of you may think that this will break off a shameful man from fucking a whiten woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a lilliputian, causing Heather to pule ... and then screech as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back prick up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"holy place red cent !"Her leafy vegetable eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's cock mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"knack in there featherbed girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na hold it to you nice and slow. I want to make indisputable you can film it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's kitty, but carefully never pushing in deeply than four inch. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na cave in you some more now."With his next knife thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her eyes opening all-embracing. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's rooster was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slight bulge in her flat flannel tummy, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Calluna vulgaris gasped between jabbing ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay sister girl !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his rid deal, the one covered with heather mixture's pussy succus, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's human face, leaving a trail of her own agitation running down her face. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his ovolo in her sass and sucked it houseclean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inches of ebony cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 to a greater extent inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingerbreadth ... her eye impinging flicking back and forth between his eye to his cock."coating it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the youth brunette moaned as Big mike began pounding away, oceanic abyss inside her slit. Never in her Whitney Young aliveness had she felt anything like this hulk Shirley Temple peter slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an sexual climax racked her body.


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As the studio cameras panned and scanned over the young make-up girl's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking bleak variant of Big Mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of opprobrious cock and become the for the first time EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to bring Big Mike's total black tool inside Heather's lilliputian white pussy ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... nooky ... YES ... screwing ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"heather mixture squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's inquiry.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white young man ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So pitch-dark men's prick are adult and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"heather mixture hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more than indicator that Black Phallus's claims about black male sexual exponent are rightful ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the photographic camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your idea on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular black rappers as they ravished her organic structure. Jessica was completely enraptured by their tending, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her make-up lady friend was being fucked senseless on live television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her castle in Spain by B-Love's with child Shirley Temple Black hand grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her foreland back, turning her to see Calluna vulgaris and Big Mike.

"tone at that shit Mrs McFarland"the colossus rapper taunted,"THAT is what a existent man's dick can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big microphone and Heather, as she felt Shemar's glossa circling her tit, and B-Love's monumental, hot black cock rubbing her bare lily-white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this up-to-the-minute development ?"

Jessica stared at Scots heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's head.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their title of Shirley Temple Black Male sexual ascendence to your atonement ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive black putz, slamming into Calluna vulgaris's lilliputian white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compel ! I think they've proven that all of their title are true."

"fountainhead ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her hilltop, confused.

"fountainhead,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, I woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The substantial validation is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married whiteness adult female as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the relentless big businessman of black manful sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired newsworthiness anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that title, isn't there Mrs. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her broad white white meat heaving obscenely.

The two enormous Black person doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long ovalbumin stage wide. Her total, milky white breasts heaved from her toilsome breathing, her knock nipples were stiffly from excitement and aid. Out of the quoin of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my consultation with the rap group"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special report card on the sexual supremacy of the pitch-dark male."Black Phallus"claims that black peter is the meridian of the evolution of male sexuality. tweed women all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, lightlessness stopcock. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the persuasiveness of a rife black male ! Black Phallus has offered to shew this possibility in the studio apartment today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just look at them ... and their stopcock ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the terminal trial !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to prove or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to unveil ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the appearance's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large smuggled rooster.

"And how exactly will this exam be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the radical's intention to demonstrate the power and sexual mastery of a big Shirley Temple Black cock by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my fuck husband ... 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 Shirley Temple COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my marry, livid pussy ! These big pitch blackness he-man have to fuck me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you certain that that's absolutely requisite ?"

Jessica regained her calmness and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious flavour.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental black prick jutting out inches away from her prone White consistency."I have to see this mental testing through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explicate calmly as she ogled the giant black studs around her, one of whom was getting his tremendous humanity sucked by the somewhat young make-up assistant."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the alone way we can uncover the unit TRUTH for the watcher at menage ! It's the only way to prove their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or sour !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stick tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the air.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new wrangle echoed in his top dog as he stared at her beautiful, sullied boldness on his television screen.

"These big black-market scantling have to roll in the hay me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you find about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate news might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous smuggled men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her shine white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you consider the viewers at plate will cerebrate about your ‘ ultimate test'of Shirley Temple Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hand to her bulwark and rubbed her pussy in meter with their accident ...
"I think the viewers at dwelling house should observe this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Scots heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a trial of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her broken lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black rooster. She matched the time of their strokes with the hired man rubbing her seawall."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their call are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO shag MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young Patrick Victor Martindale White anchorwoman arch her spinal column and grip her soaking lace panties. Her Andrew D. White skin glowed in contrast with her Shirley Temple Black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took side by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Negro penis fuck you on live boob tube, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their title are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her black lover ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of black males beyond any fantasm of a dubiousness !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be true, then you don't actually throw to go through with this now ! You don't have to jockey on your husband on national tv ! You can give up now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous black prick inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is reliable ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to delight them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhance black putz and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your intellect ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not chouse on your husband on national television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect livid ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge bleak custody to pull the lacy Black person panties over her wide, childbearing coxa. In an incredibly sexy effort of aerobatics, she then bent her organic structure at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle in one enormous disastrous hand, holding her pegleg together while his other hired man tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde snatch, over her snowy white thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I need to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them extensive as she did so, allowing B-Love to call for view between her second joint. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous disastrous cock as its dark purple head teacher oozing a deep pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blond pussy. She could smell his cum ... its intimate power was so tangible. It made her horny ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to bed you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hip joint 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 cast's arm and pulled something from the air pocket. He handed the physical object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty telegram cutters."Take you weddin'pack off."

The whole studio watched, even Big microphone and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his loggerheaded black shaft, as Jessica slipped her vivid gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the halo in one hand and the wire-cutters in the former, placing the ring between its leaf blade. She started to gouge the tender's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."first base you got ta say the words !"

"Holy Writ ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big dark cock that teased her ... so close to her kitty."What words ?"

"It's a little observance I like to perform with all the married charwoman I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billy shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the underworld had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her school principal now, she surely couldn't abandon her sexual love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a class ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical lecture for the black whoreson who were going to sleep together her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you desire me to fuck you with this big black hammer ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repetition after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling billy a man, after seeing these shaft compared to his little babydick.

"To pack smutty men into my bed !"

"to take a bleak men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the lastly word"... BED ! ! !"

"My marriage vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My marriage vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a blackamoor man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a lightlessness MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most crucial words.

"Now cut the tintinnabulation now Jessica, and you may then confiscate it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up high gear so that everybody could see the closed chain and the clip in her bridge player. The cameras moved in, getting a shot of her typeface, and her hands holding the snipping and the ring. A naughty thinking crossed the sexy vernal anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue oculus to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a mark of his love held tightly between a couple of needlelike blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your dazed ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last descent."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK cock INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio apartment erupted in cheer and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling albumen hand, holding the break up pack, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a present moment, shaking from excitation as she slid the unwrap roofy into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful antiquate engagement ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and fidelity for her Stanford White married man, the gold band now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbolic representation of black business leader and sexual ascendency. Then, taking Jessica's tiny bloodless left paw in his big black workforce, he raised them to his thick black lips and kissed her now naked hoop finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her midget Patrick White hands down over his black body ... over his big blackamoor pecs, over his rippling black abdominal muscles, and resting on his duncical black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big spade cock, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every motility as her bantam White hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black humanness. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as advantageously she could ... her slender Stanford White branch squeezed her heaving white tit together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine ravisher as she pulled his tool closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, marital bloodless pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white body ... her whitish clean knocker, her flat clean tummy, her lily-white thigh, and her pale blond hillock ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that here and now, but it was null compared the beauty B-Love's soundbox ... his broad, ebony shoulders ... his massive, granite pecs ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to overrun her tiny light-haired pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his dick, he was going to stimulate her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious tweed consistency. She gave one go little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his pecker barely graze her pink pussy backtalk. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's pecker head had barely touched Jessica's kitty but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screaming of joy were matched with those of broom the physical composition fille, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"FUCK ME ! !"heather mixture's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that fateful men's sexual top executive isn't limited to attitude, heftiness, and cock sizing. Joseph Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chance are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to receive been a concern for heather mixture or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a master adult female ? Are you set up for children ? Are you taking any shape of nativity control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing climax she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's dick had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her drumhead began to clear, Jessica thought about the leg of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling gabardine hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear prophylactic ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her mouth to speak but her mind was so clouded with luxuria that she could barely spring a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, mollycoddle"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this spade rooster bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to resolve, her mind was reeling. Any concern over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, thirsty pink flesh of her pussy stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's soot black spear. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was galvanizing ! Her pussy felt so wide-cut, yet there was another 7 or 8 inch of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this sentence shoving 3 more inches of his shaft into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her dorsum ... her full white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could find that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacuous ... and longed to be wide-cut again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU want TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, snag of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this hammer,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanness against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"ass"-*SLAP* -"safety ! !"

Jessica looked over her consistency, staring at B-Love's massive pitch blackness cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy blackened balls rubbed her pussy rim, and as his pecker slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that putz could fall into place her unprotected uterus ... and how practically cum filled those massive black nut ... how hot, thick, and potent that come must be ... how skillful it would palpate inside her fecund white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't plosive consonant !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her blue middle still locked on B-Love's monolithic inglorious dick. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight cunt !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's kitty-cat backtalk, resuming his teasing motion.

"fountainhead shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant star cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouthpiece,"Is that fair 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 action not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dreaming of making you wear a prophylactic ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to jade a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful Negroid cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so good-for-nothing !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news ground tackle."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these cruddy black gangsta doorknocker fuck you, unprotected, on home television receiver ? You realize your union ... your career ... zip about your life history will ever be the same."

"It's a small terms to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the early."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the force 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 mordant, you NEVER go back ! That is the unit TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the photographic camera,"THIS is the whole truth !"

With that statement, the hulk black rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inch of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fasting, muscular poking !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of delight and botheration pierced every hallway on that base of the KNEN building, and the speaker system of millions of televisions across United States of America. The cameras captured every moment of Jessica's ravishing at the hand of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The strong-armer's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread whiteness thighs as the distance of his giant fatal shaft hammered into her unprotected clean pussy.

Jessica's consistence was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent idea, let alone Logos or sentences. A serial of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her consummate lilliputian mouth as a waving of sexual climax crashed over her trunk. She felt as if every push of B-Love's cock sent her into one climax after another ... each one building on the finish. Her bluing eye rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her lid fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot turncock penetrating bass than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no dubiousness leaving lead of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his peter when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also finger the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her puss as his turncock conquered the profoundness of her fat bloodless womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious website from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the laud video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black hammer ... on resilient television. The television camera captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the ancestry of base videos of the result which E & I would no doubt be making useable for a handsome earnings. As a bonus, nearby, the aphrodisiac little make-up girl was also being taught the power and joy of a contraband cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the fair sex in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to kick in him an intelligible solvent,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another binge of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking distance. The precaution at the studio's parking service department logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entrance. Apparently, soul had told the guard to expect her, and left direction.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative spiritual values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music television, talking sex talk with foreign men and her own sister over the headphone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big mighty smuggled man'and her sis told her it was right 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 sight of those issue on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny Theodore Harold White hands, while her mind reeled in upheaval. Her abstruse note value about celibacy and union were clouded with the storage of her sis's voice moaning on the earphone, 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 with her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen Aythya americana to nearly jump out of her peel.

"howdy Becky."the familiar manly voice said when Becky answered the phone."gladiola you could pee it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to look 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 door guards song in to tell me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her whiteness pack ... the symbol of her hope to persist a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The studhorse chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go home and lack all the fun did you ? All that big Black fun that you saw your babe having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a turgid, sinewy male figure emerge from the construction's entrance. He was holding a cellphone earphone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the studhorse 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 disastrous man in the entranceway, a mere two 100 infantry away.

"Good."the sinister said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. wellspring that's a trouble baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to follow 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 finger my big black cock deep inside you ... just like your big baby Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a abbreviated chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the bit. It was her female parent's telephone set.

"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 edifice in a minute."the earpiece stud said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiac white female child and I'm going to have a go at it her with my big Shirley Temple putz. I hoped that the fille I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiac white girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the nigrify rivet in the door, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The rivet said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small Andrew D. White hand reached for the door door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior luminousness and seatbelt bell came on the room access opened.

Becky saw her stud poker suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's inside and heard the indicant bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the macho-man chimed"Now get out of the car, walk of life to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XIV : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

back in the studio apartment, and on national television, the sex was getting into total swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette make-up lady friend getting fucked by the Black penis boys, but his cock needed some tending too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the rigidifying of his own cock had become intolerable.

"Oh My God !"a female voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her dead body from her clash with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her knob getting fucked by a immense fatal cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too a lot for him to bear. His peter was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR FUCKING DEVELOPMENT squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit of clothes trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE piece of tail OVER Here AND crease OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the anchorperson desk, face out to the photographic camera. He didn't bother removing any More of his own article of clothing. He simply took location behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet pantie aside.

"OOH YES captain !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the ground tackle desk.

"goodness to throw you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect Edward D. White ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough thrust. Sarah had had an announcement to piss before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her stiff pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the television camera moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the natural process. The snapshot on the studio Monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked white meat pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black men gripping her tiny waistline as he thrust into her willing Stanford White dead body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each poke, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the bulwark of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the television camera lens ... out of the television system curing in billion of American living elbow room. She did n't worry about modesty anymore ... all she could find was the incredible sensation of black dick spreading pleasure through her whole consistence. All she could see was her mirror image in the camera lens ... a pretty white girl getting fucked from behind by a massive smuggled stud. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy black ballock against her white thighs.

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This was the good deal that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ acquaintance'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her Thomas Young living had she imagined a scene of such light sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of vocal with explicit or suggestive language. This wasn't a series of sexual simulacrum on a television or computing machine CRT screen. This wasn't a hot academic session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial saturnalia lupus erythematosus than fifteen foundation away. These were Patrick Victor Martindale White women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black scantling. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

doubting Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's Booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to scan. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectator'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in presence of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert Andrew D. White ass up and back to meet her master's prick thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her babe's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter lecture was about to vary that.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slight T. H. White soundbox."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allurement of black Male. We have seen here tonight that melanise men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo, a sexually go through teenager, and a married professional person. Now you're about to meet a clean teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfortableness of her own abode. This virgin spectator was SO traverse up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her melodic theme on tonight's report and issue. And in an exciting twist, that Virgin is the untried sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she cerebrate of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby mesomorphic black studio apartment crew appendage. Nor did Becky notification that one of the news show cameras was now training on her and her disgraceful friend as he guided her toward the word desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her younger sis taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"trade good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's programme. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to respond Tom's enquiry, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the setting and looked at the flooring. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the aspect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio apartment crew laughed at that input."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the interrogative. You might bear to do a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to reply to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her moan sufficiency to utter clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the autocue lady friend,"Watkins said."if you can understand them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her knock tongue around the lenses and licked the come residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever hear of pitch blackness Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of class ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more well-heeled talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a spell now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to Black penis ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmuration of quiet fake scolding from the black crew men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually denotative lyric poem, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a Edward White Virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me palpate ... good."

"commodity ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the moderately red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge calamitous cock into her baby's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those jolly patrician eyes ! Such a moderately missy 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 laugh in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to wait Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her Sister's.

"What about ….your friends at schooltime Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in Negro penis too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other protagonist from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on video !

As if interpretation Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next interrogative sentence."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you cogitate your booster 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 green-eyed do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I speculation so."Becky said, trying to commute the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her baby was actually reacting to Tom's fatal prick slamming deeper into her cunt."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her custody to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her slit from outside her blue dungaree. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffectual to bear on her questions."Do you or your ally date disastrous cat ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her babe and her hired hand in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our schoolhouse I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to front 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 defenseless, bucking, writhing Sister. Sarah was getting to a greater extent than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffectual to look away from her Sister's quivering, nude white body. The pure redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusting into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to feed her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black prick from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her spinal column. He paused for a consequence, kneading Sarah's full, unwaveringly Stanford White bosom with his big black manpower. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her backbreaking pink mammilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white ramification. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's flat white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly push button.

Becky's big blue eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch disastrous cock clearly for the number one meter. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full distance of his thick, soot black rod into her sister's little blonde cunt in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pa ! piece of ass ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite try your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to bottle up a revolting grinning, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sis's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The beguilement of the treatment would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."well, maybe this night's paper will educate them as to the welfare of dating black men and encourage them to impart their own experiments. I mean, your babe just came, but I'm still fucking her. In improver to our superior size, black men superior stamina as well. The ma'am in the studio tonight are experiencing this offset hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed accent on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the Brigham Young Aythya americana. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's report card and get interested in doing your own inquiry into the number ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock drive so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a Virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her abject lip and shrugged, lowering her eye to the floor again and shuffling her fundament."At first off ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't jolt you and commove you to see your babe ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ coon'? Is that why you don't date inkiness boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racialist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his instruction with timed grunts and cock thrusts, emphasizing the irony of Becky's affirmation. Becky was shocked when she saw her baby getting fucked by grim men on television, but now that it was happening in straw man of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you cogitate of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins tool thrusting in and out of her honest-to-goodness sister's pussy, just a few animal foot away, Sarah's blank body slick with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio apartment lights. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the pitch-dark male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty pitch-black rap group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the uneasy moment of breakthrough when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the menage to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to fare down in the first place ?"

"Sarah… and her champion ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this champion ?"Watkins asked, knowing fully well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone champion. He was so liberal. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the speech sound tonight. He's a security guard duty here at the studio. They've been trying all Night to get me to number to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to get along down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with Negro Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope anchor ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise mob is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to bear sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise gang."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted dampen my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's Sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's boldness. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the word of honor she needed to say ... the password that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the wide-cut length of his huge black cock out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic gist, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his prick as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tantalizing than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's widely heart fell to the huge cock hammering her babe."You've shown tonight that no woman can resist blackened men. Jessica McFarland ... that physical composition girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... brawny you were ... and ... bounteous ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's genuine. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that blackamoor stopcock would make you knuckle under to sexual temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's train question and staring at his big Negroid rooster is it penetrated her babe again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weightiness had been lifted from her articulatio humeri. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen black faces grinned in the studio apartment. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chairman and began tugging frantically at the push of her jeans, shimming her rose hip and letting the tight blue denim consortium around her articulatio talocruralis. The pretty red-haired stripling now stood in her scanty and fitted white tee. The black studs in the bunch whistled at her as she released her hanker red hair from its schoolgirlish pony fundament and shake off it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so nervous to suffer your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone friend, and the Black Phallus rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the disceptation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the television and the incredible effect black men have on white fair sex ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the Truth now ! The Whole Sojourner Truth ! Black penis is mightily ! I see that now and I want the rest of U.S.A. to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her pitch-dark sound friend and grabbed one of his big Joseph Black hands in both of her bantam white ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His muscular black men grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the reduce cotton cloth between his meaty finger, then pulling, tearing it capable and off Becky's lithe ashen body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the television camera, now wearing only her little albumen tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the shattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that U.S.A. ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big black-market man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her slit and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of event !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his part as anchorman."Tonight's investigative composition on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to unveil the amazing seductive temptingness of black-market male person. We have seen here tonight that black 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 this night's program in the comfort of her own plate. This Virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a grim man that she met just time of day ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television set. KNEN is proud to again stool broadcasting history by being the inaugural news program to ever to air the experience deflowering of a cover girl blanched virgin by a inkiness male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some tidings from the music director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's programme. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the sieve and rubbing her slit !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interest. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their girl from fucking a inglorious stud poker on national telly. It's not acquit whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room offstage where they can't nettle us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a veil tv camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a proctor that showed a split screen of the half nude Beck and the medical dressing room where her parents were being kept. The television camera showed a enlighten image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looking at !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio apartment right now."

"goodness !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to experience 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 aid who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to block off me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the union is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interpose !"

"That's the spirit child doll !"her big blackened ‘ Quaker'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid estimation !"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 concern journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually active young woman, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to black men. What will pass off to parents that are confronted with the estimate that their daughters will service only inkiness men ? What happens when we put the power of dark prick in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a fille's parents ? Will these loving parents be capable to foreclose their virgin daughter from giving herself to a shameful he-man ? Or will she actually let this grotesque black cock deflower her while her parents follow ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lecherousness and angry with her parents for old age of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the misdirect idea."That sounds like fun !"

"goodness girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and valet de chambre, what we're going to do now is send off Becky offstage and then mobilise her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their new daughter risks the like fate. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to go on your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio apartment. Just establish trusted you stay a Virgo the Virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new booster led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure as shooting she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two inkiness protection safety.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 15 : kin FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the fecundation room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband Frank paced back and Forth like a caged creature. The distressed white wife and mother felt peak with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the dressing way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband rate furiously back and Forth, the upshot of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic medicine videos on television receiver, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! risky than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious opinion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television studio to conjoin her sister in the corruption. But there was another issue troubling Karenic, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her girl debase herself with contraband men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply sex and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was incorrectly, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karenic had even started to fuck off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her keys and pinch out of the house, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her psyche reeled with self-loathing and mix-up. She was so ashamed by her action at law. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she severalise her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water, and started a third. Karen had no theme that the water was laced with Xcite and go and would only enhance the ignominious feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was savage 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 pitiless black thugs on resilient telly. unfit, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her sister. Frank picked Karen up at the home and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was bloodless, but thought that Karenic seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their resole consolation up until this degree was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to forbid her from joining her sister's corruption after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A protection guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television set. We're here to break it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, fall with me."

The guard duty opened the room access all-encompassing, inviting the Davenports to step 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.

Karenic hesitated for a here and now, shivering at the thought process of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could have 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 excuse to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told wiener ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how provoke she had become watching her daughter ravished by melanize men on television ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her husband. Karenic began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shocking, darker motive.

"hotdog,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could hold watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those strong-armer would not be so brazen as to go forward molesting our girl while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just abide here in the waiting elbow room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will pass off to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these strong-armer roaming the Radclyffe Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security safety device.

"It probably would be for the undecomposed if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karenic felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security sentry duty grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio threshold, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karenic 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 reaching had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his girl was no longer being accosted by hood, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the intelligence desk, a bare lily-white woman, on all foursome, covered in perspiration and come being mercilessly ravished by some inkiness thug in a frock shirt and tie. The scene would let been disgusting enough if weenie Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his erstwhile daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for wedding. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right field in nominal head of him ?

weenie's rage got the respectable of him. He attempted to cannonball along the microscope stage, but found himself restrained by two hefty black security guard duty."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY animate being !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay sang-froid and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

davenport felt incapacitated next to the huge black security guard, but wisely stifled his passion and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's abjection. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio apartment room access, staring at him with a feel of disappointment in her oculus as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to screen his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the survey."lamb, I don't want you to see this turpitude !"Davenport said, trying to force his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't require me here, you should throw left me at house !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her honest-to-god girl Sarah, bent over the news ground tackle desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the certificate guard closed the threshold with a abrasive metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent blow as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slovenly woman while the muscular Negro beast had his way with her in nominal head of a photographic camera. The Davenport, so obsessed with the visual modality of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even wilder scene twoscore metrical unit away. There, Jessica McFarland and Scots heather the physical composition young woman were thrashing and squealing in hug drug as their three black lovers ravished their beautiful white physical structure in forepart of the other news cameras.

The Davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black-market studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the full-bosomed wife and female parent as another snowy woman that they would be capable to fuck with their big smutty cocks into the wee hr of the morning ! The Davenport didn't notification that one of the news cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 digit, and focused on her beautiful, appall White River cheek. The camera captured Karen's wide-eyed blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud oral cavity as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale face, framed by her shock of red hairsbreadth, was white as a sheet.

"lady and gentlemen, there has been a especial exploitation here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the television camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless driving force into Sarah davenport's slenderize blank body."We are receive just been joined by some unexpected guest. Sarah, would you please introduce our new Edgar Albert Guest ?"

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a second to pore on the sight of her female parent standing near the studio entree."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in movement of the offend materialistic housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to turn back this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs Davenport nervously as her centre met Watkin's coloured eye. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her girl's smiling human face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his frock shirt and revealing his rippling lightlessness chest of drawers and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous ebony pectoral muscles. Unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing ovalbumin bender of a white char's buttocks ... Karenic suddenly shook her question, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her oldest daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a Virgo ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big blue-green center as they stared his and Sarah's bucking coxa.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okeh whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"master Watkins asked you a enquiry pappa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on exist television and being fucked by a enceinte black-market man in social movement of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an result to her interrogation while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't sympathise how Sarah could acquit like this. How had his girl had gone from a virtuous one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's demeanor, but was even more confounded by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the design of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter set over the newsdesk ... and that black prick on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in seat, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to shroud them. Now, with the smell of sex suspension in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm green eyes.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her Fatherhood as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you stand for ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to stop fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to bar fuck"Sarah shouted emphatically"this Negro man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his logical argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a piddling of late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older girl joke about giving up her ‘ precious endowment'in such a cavalier way. Before he could come up with a good reply, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real number reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a job with your daughter being intimately involved with a black man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so befuddled, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this unknown discussion while her former daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to look until you were married."

"well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little tardy to worry about that with me. Of course of action ... 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 infant ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to give up her virginity to a big black he-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing great power of persuasion to convert her to proceed saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely raw, apart from a unawares white espousal veil, a couple of high-heel shoe, and her shining ‘ pureness'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black-market stud. He too was naked, apart from a tweed neckband and black bow tie. The dyad obviously portrayed a takeoff of a bride and groom.

Mr. davenport could barely look at the view. Mrs. Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't avail but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten inches, and as thick as her wrist joint. A television camera pulled back to watch the image of the black stud poker and the beautiful white stripling walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified father. Some of the studio television camera focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other tv camera continued filming the small riot of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only people in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the news show desk.

"We'd like to receive my sister Becky and her friend 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 helping hand and her regard on her new Quaker's massive erect ignominious cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge blackness cock in her daughter's tiny white helping hand."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 commit into the temptation of these madman !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard bleak rooster while she spoke to her father."This enticement is SO inviolable ! You have no mind HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to apply up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to cerebrate I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll tryout that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of row I'll try it, if it will delight my new Black masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"arrest referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his capitulum."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your Sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The lone reason I'm wearing this closed chain is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big Negro cock ! The ONLY rationality I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope ring means zip to me ! They want to see if you can win over me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His prick was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own heavy, sinister hand slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her youthful, business firm, White titty. His foresighted Black person cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's straight white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her devotee touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the beginning 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 titty feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first peter you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big Black shaft in her helping hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it finger ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and knockout, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't postponement to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her lover, until her face was column inch from his cock !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the tum as he watched his daughter's virgin sassing kiss the tip of the intumescent black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the stocky dim cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of black cock while her father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the hammer in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the pecker."It's the BEST affair I've ever tasted ! But I'm not try tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to screwing !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to misplace 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 smutty cock in her hand."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 mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so calm that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar feel on her face. Karen had the Saami dazed look on her face that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay pa, you have a deal. If mom can separate me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to lay off, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to block !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big cyan eyes were wide and locked on the massive black hammer in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking tone in his belly,"Say something ! I need your supporting !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monolithic black tool in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly evidence me that this is wrong, that you want me to bar, I'll stop. I'll put on my panties and wait to marry some very well church-going whiteboy. Just say the Word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of grade it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO dada !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to depend at this big, knockout, smuggled rooster in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her oculus still glued to the big black-market cock. Her script drifted to her royal purple blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her collar. The look of sex in the air was overpowering. The oestrus of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her alabaster neck opening. Her skin felt unusually spiritualist. The illumination touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the elbow grease beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their cost. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her creative thinker. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"wienerwurst davenport cried to his silent married woman,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to ease up her virginity to that big contraband stud ? Is she unseasonable to want to drive that big black prick of his into her little white pussycat ? Am I awry to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my puss wrong ? It sure doesn't screw smell wrong ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to end, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her girl about her wild days. When Karenic was a Lester Willis Young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for dear from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously sonsy figure. She was at her idle in college, when she met a bright Danton True Young theology major. He had shown her true love and the erroneous belief of her promiscuous elbow room. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she permit sexual desire normal her life sentence like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true way of life, she vowed that she would never reckon back.

But now, seeing her precious daughters giving themselves to these black men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her loose days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the phallus she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to check.

So why wouldn't the intelligence just come out ? Why was it so hard to just say,"stop"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the turncock in Becky's hand to await at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous lightlessness rooster in her hand… the monstrous pecker that was going to take on her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's tit heaving under her iniquity blouse. Her alabaster tegument was turning pinko with stress and fervor. ‘ Not much yearner now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the interest."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go rest 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 little word ! Just recite us to stop and we'll both plosive speech sound !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw care to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrongly ! Then of form, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all four for her bootleg ‘ master copy ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lecherousness as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps 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 go on. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me move over my precious virginity to this bootleg macho-man I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her younger girl smile sweetly and give her black scantling's cock a foresighted, exaggerated lick with her little pinko tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her Father-God,"you don't want to just let this bechance. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to get together us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black cock in her hand."That would be wonderful ! conjoin us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closemouthed to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a mighty mitt that grabbed his articulatio humeri from rear. The declamatory Negroid security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. frankfurter Davenport watched, terrified, as the vast blacken guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. davenport. The guard duty made no endeavour to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made trusted Mr. Davenport couldn't touch 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 Good Book would not make out out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her centre scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the ovalbumin fair sex in the other role of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their sire ! He was her married man ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to stop over this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to blackjack her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A tv camera zoomed in on Karenic Davenport's beautiful side, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing oriental alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her dresser, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her spry white digit began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her voice became more pressing."I think… I think…"

The surety guard watched Karenic, making no attempt to make a motion towards her, instead starting to unbutton his unvarying shirt, revealing his mesomorphic dark body. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility swath. A muscular opprobrious studio crowd phallus, watched the confused white married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security system precaution, began shedding his own wear. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men skinny two her. Her oculus scanned their powerful total darkness pectus, shining with sweat under the hot studio apartment lighting. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zip on their trousers, and down to the giant star bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security sentry go quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the system of weights of his equipment belt pull his drawers downward. The guard's pants fell to the storey with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene hump pointing from his boxers, straining at the reduce fabric. The other Joseph Black macho-man followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally enceinte swelling. The two men looked at each other, back at Karenic Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one footprint forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffectual to appear away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one I button, showing off a brace more inches of Karen's more-than-ample snowy cleavage.

"What do you opine, Mrs davenport ?"The blacken security guard asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her teal oculus wide with wonder as she stared at the two self-aggrandizing, blackened cock she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both strict and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman admit such monstrous male phallus inside their bodies ? What must it find like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"dog whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attention from the obscenely large dim penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for wiener, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how a great deal big these black men's penises were compared to her married man's that she couldn't even reply to his call ! Her husband phallus wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size 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 devoid !

Karenic looked at her unseasoned daughter, Becky, and the size of the mordant phallus in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head word of the total darkness penis in her helping hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge black penis that pointed at her from a few understructure away… Two Brobdingnagian black member that were so much tenacious and thick-skulled than her married man's penis… Two blackness penis that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like racy dark chocolate, the early shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penis like the ones that were making her daughter SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? severalise us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your forefather ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a promptly coup d'oeil back at her husband. He looked terrified and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to face the two hefty black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karen's heart again locked on the enormous, rock-hard nigrify cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her ventilation became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heaving, creamy Andrew D. White segmentation, bringing her other hand up to the spine of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could sense a mighty sentience of heat spreading over her eubstance, a label fervour she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the penury to suppress her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able to prevent up with her. He was as materialistic and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his daily life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to apprize 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 grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big nigrify cocks pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughter behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sex was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful Melanerpes erythrocephalus's voluptuous consistence trembled all over, her pretty white grimace and sizeable segmentation now flushing vivid garden pink. The unbelievable pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too a great deal for her to conduct any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'second-stringer finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... sledding TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another moment's hesitation, the epicurean red-haired housewife suddenly ripped surface her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her monumental creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY LIFE ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karenic Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any mordant man that wanted her. The two raw black men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's pecker back into her mouth.

"ALL rightfield, 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 purple purple blouse off her milky white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely able to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the level."I told you not to play me in here, I told you to let me abide in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can balk these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughters ... OUR daughter, I don't deficiency to stand these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's agile white fingers quickly unbuttoned her blackness slacks. One of the studio apartment photographic camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy Stanford White eubstance. Out of the corner of her eye, Karenic saw the television camera following her every relocation. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on telecasting, her wanton demeanor being broadcast into century of K of homes, maybe even zillion. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ma'am of her book order, the snobby teacher at the prep schoolhouse where she worked and Becky attended course of study, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the early students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black prick and realized at that mo she wanted them more than anything in the populace and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in battlefront of her husband, her daughter, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, round curve of her entire, but house, white ass. She out to forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth tweed branch, and forcing her soft, ample white breast to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an prompt core on her audience.

"Awwww screwing !"The ignominious certificate safety device groaned."Look at that mother fucker ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she obliterate that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"tinker's dam !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER trunk was BUILT for inkiness stopcock ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic smutty rooster in his manus and pumped it to bemock Karen's husband and underline exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous consistency now clad only in her lacy ovalbumin bra and panties. trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hands down her incline and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy Theodore Harold White peel practically glowed under the brilliantly studio apartment lights, making the sonsy Aythya americana face like some variety of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more time, the two inglorious men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the defenseless blackamoor titans took a topographic point on either side of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate heftiness and Karen's creamy white peel. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large bleak cocks rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hip, belly, and ass, as their large dim helping hand more purposefully did the Lapp, roaming freely and deliberately over every piano white curve of her voluptuous married body.

The surety guard groped Karenic's large lily-white breasts in his powerful fatal hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her plentiful cleavage. He slipped one of the lady of the house's weighty milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect knock mammilla. Mrs. Davenport threw her read/write head back and moaned loudly. Her tit were so spiritualist, and this Negro man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his berm, cradling his black question as he ‘ harbor ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karen's former side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, fully white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the early. As Karenic moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karenic's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her backtalk deeply. Dropping her detached hand to her incline, Karen found his stiff black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed handgrip of the thrill black appendage. For the first clock time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black shaft, feeling its heat, harshness, girth, and distance in her bridge player.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's candy kiss and glancing down at the teras she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an malevolent eye at Karen's married man and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK hammer is MUCH BIGGER than my married man's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY soundbox was BUILT for BLACK shaft !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a fair sex first, a wife, second ! Our girl are the right way ! It's only lifelike !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her baseless days, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her unwarranted age had Karen seen any man who compared to the mordant men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penis she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black peter that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the powerful thighs of the two pitch-black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked consistence. The big black dick that the other blackamoor men were putting into her daughters'Brigham Young Edward D. White physical structure ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so severely and thickheaded as the crewmember's turncock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her diminutive Andrew Dickson White mitt. She dropped her other hand down from the security safeguard's neck, down to his rock'n'roll punishing contraband cock that was poking at her flat tire white tummy ... She grasped it in her hired hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black cock in her early paw !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black scantling ...

Never before had she so wanted to choose something into her mouth as she did the vast ignominious turncock that she now stroked in her hired man, inch from her look ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life history fashion didn't have a prayer !

"period that ! She's my wife !"Frank davenport cried as he watched the two nude studs grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two black thugs with their Brobdingnagian black cocks in her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her articulatio genus before him, her properly manus holding the security department sentry go's peter, her result hand holding his tool. He saw her wedding ring radiance as she pumped his retentive black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigra DICK SLUT ! LOOK YOUR HUSBAND right wing IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long black lance in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a blackened man's prick into her mouth for the first time !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his buttock as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful Elwyn Brooks White married woman eagerly and hungrily begin to sop up the crewmember's cock ! Karenic clearly relished the bodily function and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR wife IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY coon COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The calamitous protection guard laughed too, and savagely deplume Karen Davenport's webbed white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her replete, 40DD breast shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As great as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly minuscule sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security safeguard's stunt this by pulling her oral cavity the crewmember's rooster, and gasping, her big blue oculus wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's pecker, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard duty said, cupping Karen's heavy white breasts in his large black workforce."I GOT TO piece of ass THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the certificate guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! screw MY tit ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK rooster BETWEEN MY bosom !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the level, cupping her vast, heaving Andrew D. White titty, inviting the black surety safety device to slide his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the black precaution guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long lightlessness shaft. He then began to throw, rocking his hips back and Forth River, flexing his muscular pitch-dark ass as he began fucking the Edward Douglas White Jr. married woman's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining dark 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 entrance the tip of the guard's black diaphysis in her mouth each time it reached its acme. The guard's turncock was so long that, even as with child as Karen's knocker were, his stopcock heading remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security system guard bellowed as he thrust his turncock between Karenic's dour titty faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."screw THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S the like nookie A cloud ! Yo'married woman ever let you fuck these knocker befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let dog do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in indorsement. It was gross. Do you think of that beloved ?"

The men laughed. Karenic giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked frankfurter 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 English of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the book binding of her caput and turned her human face towards him, then pressed his cock's caput against her back talk. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long opprobrious tool in her sassing. However, with her hands held in property by the security sentry go fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to sleep together her backtalk with deep, deliberate jab. Karenic fixed her blue-violet heart on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstration. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in understood horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a cock three prison term the size of his own. He had ceased making any attack to protest or interfere with her or the men's natural action, let alone the military action of the other two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that detail was outdoor stage there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her married man as a real man. Karenic 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 apartment cameras catching every second of the married woman's promiscuous descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The tv camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blond bucking and screaming as she watched her female parent sucking two pitch-dark tool. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, as you can see, yet another white adult female has just demonstrated the amazing power of black manful sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage Virgo, her hook up with mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same time, but first we have some break news ... an agitate ontogenesis in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The tv camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck raw and being fucked hard by the muscular black goon doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with swither as she lay back on the coffee tree table in the middle of the consultation set, the hulking dim rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the mesa, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long Caucasian legs. One of the other rapper, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's deal and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap mathematical group ‘ Shirley Temple member ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their ism of bootleg Male sexual mastery, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on live television. Can you give us an update on your berth ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white shank and lifted her up, wrapping his potent calamitous arms around her white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the bound of the table, her leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black rose hip as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her lissome white limb around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black chest pressure against her soft white breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy Theodore Harold White trunk without missing a metre, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you devote 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 board. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to afford her eyes. Jessica seemed cognizant for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's powerful lightlessness dorsum. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her lip and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his implements of war still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful black script cupping her bare Elwyn Brooks White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white physical structure on his big bootleg peter as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big Black person pecker."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouthpiece ... he ... wants ... to make 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 departure TO FUCK ME AT THE Lapplander metre ! ! B-LOVE IS sledding TO keep ass MY pussycat ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... release ... HE'S going away ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS loss TO screw THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his poise, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how honorable B-Love's monolithic black turncock felt in her pussy ... the mentation of Shemar taking her ass at the Same time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M sledding TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Black turncock ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his putz in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde cunt, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue center widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock header sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in recherche torment as Shemar's massive black cock pushed into her tiny son of a bitch. She'd never let billy club have a go at it her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him make out her ass while his equally big dim admirer fucked her kitty ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussycat ask he kissed her total Edward Douglas White Jr. knocker with his thick total darkness lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the composition girl. The erotic batch of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being twice penetrated by his two fellow doorknocker'monolithic black cocks, combined with the sweet tightness of Heather's pink pussycat, was too a lot for the hefty black giant to bear. He quickened his push as he felt his heavy black orchis tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick black cock.

Heather Christensen's center widened as she felt the flood of potent seed shooting late inside her womb. Another coming overtook the young brunette and, with one last shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the frame with her pretty whiten ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock hard, as many raise male person would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big microphone slipped his still-spurting rooster from broom's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the sofa, his massive melanize rooster still shooting thick ropes of muggy cum. Big microphone walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingerbreadth through her silky blond tomentum, and turned her point to confront his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting artillery in Big Mike's hand ... glossy with his and Heather's cum. Big mike grabbed the radiant blond's header with his free hired man. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening spacious. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's receptive, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of blockheaded total darkness dick.

Jessica McFarland was in Eden. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive black cock in every porta that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a individual, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's mitt, allowing Jessica to preserve one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the back of the couch.

"well anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big nigger fuckin yo'alright Edward White ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouth to reserve her to answer the question. Her mouth free people of Big Mike's monumental fellow member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of Shirley Temple cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, smutty, microphone to Jessica's moaning sassing. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her backtalk wide as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her mouth. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another Negro cock. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry back talk and brought it to breathe beside his erect prick. As large as the pitch blackness microphone was, Big microphone's turncock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every lenient curve of her flawless white body, her alabaster peel glowing with effort and passion ... and the two massive muscular black bodies that pressed against her beautiful Elwyn Brooks White female phase. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and broom's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her sass and allowed Big mike to slip his cock back between her piano pinko back talk. She watched Shemar's big shameful mitt gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick mordant shaft up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular inkiness ass flexing between her spread white second joint as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blond puss. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his hammer into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an 60 minutes ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless prison term ... but he was still pumping ... poking ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A blinking machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's buddy-buddy turncock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard disastrous shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her married white-hot womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant Department of State of orgasm. What was more, having her consistence filled with black cock didn't just feel stick, it felt RIGHT. Letting these dim men fuck her like this on populate television was the most important affair she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long sinister cocks having their way with her. The tv camera caught every minute of it. United States of America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black cock ... but she didn't upkeep ... no, she DID care. She was lofty ... she WANTED USA to see her. She WANTED US to sleep with the truth about dark men, and this was the safe way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a enchantment, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the handheld mike 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 speak, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping speech sound of her mouth sucking Big mike's cock echoed through the studio for several seconds before Big mike acquiesced and let his stopcock slip from the white 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 ... secure ... 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 brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, punishing stab. She could feel Shemar's stride quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY ovalbumin ASS ? YOU flavour HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA SEED, BITCH ! I'M READY TO knocking YOUR WHITE snatch UP WITH MY Negroid BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigra CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! seem INTO THAT screwing tv camera AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so dependable ! She raised the mike to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could experience her sexual climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would rend out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm method of birth control. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his pelvic girdle, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her button with each thrusting in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm physical body higher and high-pitched. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasm they'd given her that night !

Both men's poke became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to abandon to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full Edward D. White tit bounced obscenely on her thin Edward Douglas White Jr. frame as the two massive melanise men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Hera IT COMES THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M loss TO CUM IN YOUR pussycat ! I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR pussy WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to scoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white shoulders as he hammered away at her lilliputian asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their pace quicken ... she could sense B-Love's massive bootleg balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to shrink ... his cock began to flip and jump in her puss ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's turncock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY oral fissure WHILE THEY fucking MY snatch AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG nigga hammer inside ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big mike's monumental black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony prick into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and scream boost at her Negroid lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio apartment. Heather the brand up female child, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her environment. Realizing she was naked, she covered her chest with her arm, and dropped a hired man to extend her puss. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauch mixed orgy was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big mike fucking her boss Jessica's oral cavity. Still, the vista immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her bosom and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde party boss get fucked by the three dark knocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big Negroid cock in her pussy again, microphone's big total darkness 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 oblivious to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the bantam brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Calluna vulgaris's slender white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their clapper intertwining. Fucking one hot white charwoman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to jump off and twitch in her ass, the Lapp way B-Love's did in her slit. She could finger her own excitement construction with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to burst forth at once ... and the outcome was being captured on tv camera and broadcast for all of United States of America to see ! It was too incredible for password ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their peter tremble inside her pussy, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing White consistency shaking violently as she felt the initiatory powerful jets of hot black cum blasting her oral cavity, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loosen his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all dozen inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his shaft, filling Jessica's ass with the Lapplander fond lovemaking that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected splice puss with his potent source. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep jabbing, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's uterus ... making darn for sure he knocked the Elwyn Brooks White bitch up.

Jessica could experience the thick, hot, embarrassing cum coating the inside of her prolific white womb. She knew he'd gotten her meaning ... and the sentiment made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big microphone's heavyset dim penis slipped from Jessica's screaming sass, spraying her beautiful white side and wilderness blond with thick jets of pearly-white ejaculate. The knocker shoved his still spurting putz into the anchorwoman's afford mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as a great deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her backtalk. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's muscular smuggled arms. Heather dropped one of her hands to Mike's stopcock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The au naturel brunette quickly dropped to her articulatio genus and took the still spurting black prick into her hungry egg white oral cavity !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry daughter, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can manage tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Negroid men are the topper, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT gripe ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE Charles Herbert Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! William Tell United States !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apologia, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the truth former 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 good-for-naught ..."Jessica whimpered, as the photographic camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the tv camera, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... dominance ... THEIR gender ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE pitch blackness COCKS ! Shirley Temple male sexual favourable position is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former equanimity, smooth musical note to counterpoint B-Love's emphasised roaring."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must feature some mixed emotions about ditching him on internal television system ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big Mike's pecker, inch from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lustfulness that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"he-goat ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we fuck you so commodity that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a gag."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black-market cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on internal television ? You loved each other for a foresightful time, 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 contraband rappers on live television set. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. billy goat seemed like a distant memory from another life-time."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's enquiry, 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 dim shaft ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our innate masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all cleaning woman ... to swear out black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every fair sex ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and female parent ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All cleaning woman deserve fatal prick ! All disastrous men deserve any white-hot woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. Families don't subject. Only big lightlessness shaft subject !"

"What about like female parent and girl at the same fourth dimension ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio apartment."You think niggas should screw mothers and their daughters at the same clock time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every char should put forward to inglorious Male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the photographic camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his turncock. He let his cum sprayer over Jessica's naked White soundbox, splattering her heaving gabardine breasts, pretty white face, and silky blonde tomentum, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it in effect and sporty bitch"he said"I want it squeamish and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... time lag, what ? Sarah's mom and Sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the upshot that had been unfolding on the former face of her news studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to give up it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to miss his Virgo daughter, he's gon na fall back his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the mainstay desk and saw a young Melanerpes erythrocephalus on her articulatio genus, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an older, sonsie red-header was on her stifle between two grim men, while a Patrick Victor Martindale White man stood nearby, restrained by two black protection guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unit family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, squawk !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitch 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 bitch !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the tv camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seed from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her sassing and hungrily sucking the sticky Stanford White fluid from Shemar's long inkiness fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to match the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty tweed ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thickheaded glob of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS MRS. Davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected diarist, and a loving married woman who was sitting down to interview three controversial sinister rappers for a live pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Sami night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black knocker, along with her personal helper and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blond diarist walked across the open cardinal area of her news set toward her anchorperson desk, every seductive jive of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's cameras. In the screen background, the declamatory wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angle of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earliest that night, and some footage appeared to be case transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking picture unfolding right wing before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap chemical group at one end of the prominent studio apartment set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken ascendance of the programme. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The female child that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the young woman she'd been working with over the past twelvemonth. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of bootleg putz and every minute of the shag that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black scantling standing at the other end of the news desk getting his with child fatal cock stroked and sucked by a jolly young redheaded woodpecker wearing nothing but a picayune translucent egg white veil swept behind her head. In front of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two more black macho-man. The two men were groping and fondling the adult female's plenteous white chest while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Shirley Temple Black penis'rap chemical group, who immediately asserted his office over the early two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own shudder black penis.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauty from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karenic ! The rapper had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's babe was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to audience that nighttime. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lustfulness for black cock that she'd been convinced to facilitate Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to lose her virginity to a lightlessness man on populate television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to foreclose the ‘ catastrophe'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black cock in a thing of minutes ! Now Mr. davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to observe as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to disastrous cock before his eyes and the KNEN network television television camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black Phallus"rap grouping, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's paseo to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the doorknocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the fit before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve column inch black erection pointing at the roof from behind the news desk's shabu top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ diarist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white body with his powerful fatal manus and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the television camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her married whitened pussy was once again penetrated by a prospicient, thick, brownish cock. She braced her tiny flannel hands on the glass background as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's soot black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio Monitor as she did so. The view occurred to Jessica that the camera slant beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into United States of America's homes, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a muscular black doorknocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue heart from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"commodity evening the States, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is ass AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two to a greater extent members. Heather and Big microphone had been on the former side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunette composition daughter, staring into her adoring eye as she lovingly her hot pinko tongue up and down his thick shameful shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot petty cocksucker, but at the Lapp time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio apartment for him to party with just one lady friend. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big mike made eye-contact with Norman Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blond helper, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. microphone looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Scots heather, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two Negro men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his tool out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunet up in his right black weapons system and carried her over to news program desk. Mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking physical structure. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming light-haired personal help adjacent to her. Sara's bra and scanty were long gone. Her recollective blonde hair's-breadth was matted with sweat, string of it sticking to her naked back. Her stiff, round, livid ass shook with every thrusting she took from Watkins. Then heather mixture's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a spell,"Big Mike casually told ling,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive dark cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. heather immediately fell silent, her centre locking on Watkins monumental black putz. Watkins smiled, placing one large fatal, hired man monotone against Heather's soft white knocker and pushing the petite brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black-market cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball player tapping home with his bat before taking a lilt, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into broom's pinko cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. Scots heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT kick ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new beau ? Naw ... we don't represent it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock teddy from her bitch. She looked over to shoulder to see Big microphone grabbing her articulatio coxae. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The knocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey infant, I'm Big Mike."The goliath black rapper whispered in the young 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 midget blanched hands up to Big Mike's hefty onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad barrel pectus. Her jolly heart widened as her script slipped lower and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her bare White person thigh. She grasped the base of the doorknocker's dick in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her fairly middle widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big Mike soft access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thickset grim cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her humble T. H. White hands 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 patrician with Heather.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the makeup girl as he fucked her grueling."Looks like your boy Big mike found a new young woman to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A slattern for Shirley Temple pecker !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A lightlessness peter SLUT BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up female child."DO YOU sexual love MY BIG Negro peter ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG total darkness COCK !"

"YOU'RE A lightlessness COCK harlot slattern ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering heather verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Negroid turncock bawd !"Heather screamed."nookie ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK hammer ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her mob about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite telecasting personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rapper called the new composition artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the secondment he saw heather mixture walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't flavour away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the knocker.

Then cameras cut away from Calluna vulgaris to pass over the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. ineffective to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the television camera finally caught up with broom, Bob saw her crack out and was even more concern ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see broom rouse up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffectual to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing heather mixture anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a vernal version of his wife, Calluna vulgaris's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monumental black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't avail but stroke his peter while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded heather mixture off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a toughie as the rappers, if not spoilt. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had broom pinned down on the desk, on her back, her pegleg spread and pointed up in the air… the only article of vesture she still wore were her horseshoe. Her lithe white body glowed with sudor as she arched her back to match his knock-down driving force. Her shoulder-length embrown hair was matted with effort, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorperson's'big work force roamed all over her slender white soundbox ... and as his enormous black tool fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Scots heather with questions, calling her ‘ hussy'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked broom,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock slovenly woman ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Scots 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 knees, hungrily sucking bleak cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to run into my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will come over one night. We'll have a nice syndicate dinner. Then we'll piece of tail you and momma right in front of your pop !"

"Step-dad, actually"Scots heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the photographic camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A caboodle of BIG Negroid NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would express up and fuck Calluna vulgaris and her mother right hand in social movement of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his helping hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that Nox. First, she arrived home to feel her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some variety of pornographic television receiver introduction that purported to be a tidings program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the missy in the pornographic broadcast as her honest-to-goodness daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on springy tv set, being ravished by a group of vulturous black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the wad that she hadn't placard Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to beat back to the Same studio ! Karen immediately called her married man to fall filling he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to block off their unseasoned daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her married man arrived at the studio after Becky, but in sentence to forbid her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. unable to resist the twit of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge black cocks in the room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched political party !

In the core of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a dark security guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two he-man's massive inkiness cock while they groped and squeezed her plentiful ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to occupy turns fucking her segmentation and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a one-third lightlessness Adonis approached the grouping. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglass with reflective lenses, and an ornate gold neck range. What Karen really noticed though was how a good deal grown this new he-man was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his peter was braggart too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karenic been able to take her eyes off the man's peter, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him to begin with that night, briefly, on her television screen at home base. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony video recording footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, loss leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his indistinguishability, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security department guard duty's shaft while the stage handwriting squeezed and fucked her full lily-white tits, Karen reached her result hired hand out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karenic's new man was not content with her tending. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his prospicient calamitous fingers through Karenic's silky red hair's-breadth. He then roughly tear Karen's head back, forcing her to block sucking the security guard's rooster. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security sentry go back, then moved in closer shoving his own dick into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new pitch blackness stopcock in her mouth, grasping the base of the shaft with one hand, trying to control her new lover's onslaught, but to little help. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to lunge his hips, bound and determined to make love the pretty white wife's back talk. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his force, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her other two lover, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely silence and subservient in the cheek of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrist joint, pulling her hands from the security system safety device's and stage technician's shaft, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrist with one powerful black hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security measures guard tapped the stage technician on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the work party phallus wanted him to see. The moderately brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her paw buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the event she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security department guard, who returned his the grinning. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the mesa. The stagehand dived under the board from the front. The shocked Sir Frederick Handley Page girl tried to break away behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her way. Within seconds, all three were under the mesa. The little girl frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screech of heat as her sport jacket, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouthpiece. The traumatize and rattled red-header gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chairman at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her former English, Karenic saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a strapping, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black studhorse's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The black rivet was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and advanced white meat. Karen gasped as she felt a span of vauntingly, hefty manus suddenly grabbing both of her own to the full, milky white titty and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redheaded woodpecker reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the dividing line between her easygoing lily-white skin and the dark powerful deal that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her electric chair, and reaching around from behind to encounter with her. Then Karen felt something large, lowering, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's massive black cock resting on her whitish White River shoulder and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one script and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the yearn, ebony shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the panorama of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top tidings desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a improbable, muscular black man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the pellet to admit the fig of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her titty swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her low-down 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.

"Lady 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 trueness'news desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of fair sex who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual major power of big black cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own globe, sucking B-Love's peter and stroking it with one mitt, while her other helping hand helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eye were closed and she was moaning softly, the phone muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eyes shot unfold when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's putz with one hand, tried to angle over and contain 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 answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga peter though."

Karen looked into the camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the tidings desk, on tv camera, on television… sucking a black man's hammer while he fondled her boob. Now he wanted her to answer doubtfulness ! She looked back at B-Love's pitch-black putz in her manus, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's stopcock, but turned to confront Jessica.

"G-g…Good eve Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"trade good eventide Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole truth ’."Jessica McFarland's phonation cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his turncock inside her kitty. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and doubtfulness for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more strong-growing tone."You came here tonight with the express function of stopping your old girl Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to forbid your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her in the first place hesitance in the face of her ‘ black master key ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to take up her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about this evening's upshot ?"

"I came place tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the newsworthiness desk. Becky was stroking his pecker while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youthful daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. piece of ass the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his hammer."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what section of the display was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karenic hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock disbelief."She was masturbating while watching her own babe ?"

"Yes !"Karenic cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by black MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by pitch blackness men turned your daughter Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to miss her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your daughter with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a mordant man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called frankfurter ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karenic answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girls that their virginity is valued, and not to stimulate sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your hubby take the metre to nibble you up at home plate before coming to the studio apartment ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karenic said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You knew what heather mixture would do, if you didn't get here in metre. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to help oneself your daughter ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to assist protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd occlusive if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karenic stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your intellect ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the vast black cock in her manus, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the fateful men that changed your mind, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK pecker in person ! My daughter seemed so felicitous ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't turn back myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much adult than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hired hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so a lot BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the chemical group"Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue-blooded eyes and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's cock in her manus."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The totally group is. I can personally manifest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue optic widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big coon hammer you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity terminal night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The Black cock you've been sucking tonight is the like one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that ready you find ?"

Karenic's psyche reeled at the Book of Revelation, ineffectual to swear out, let alone answer Jessica's dubiousness. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The vast black cock in her hand… the Saami turncock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another powerful young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's immense black prick, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her estimable presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Lowell Thomas Watkins !"

The turgid LCD wall cheeseparing to the ground tackle desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The double was wonky, slightly blurred cell-phone camera picture, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karenic saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how recollective she'd waited… how she'd even refused to feature sex with her groom-to-be until their approaching marriage. Sarah was screaming out frustrated responses, yet obviously loving every bit of it… and every inch of that magnificent ebony cock that was taking her precious flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the television camera focused on Karen davenport staring at the giant LCD cover behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very like cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth proceedings ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD projection screen, her dingy greens centre broad with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to shine with felicity and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's stopcock faster and faster, placing both her midget bloodless hands on his peter. Karen began to snog, slug, and suck B-Love's tool, worshipping the same tool that she was watching require her previous daughter's virginity on the goliath LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older girl getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly virgin puss. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's deprivation 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 percentage point. This was all a debauched display now… a demonstration of the power of black rooster over a white wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing question and gibelike gossip that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blond anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karenic dropped one of her hands from B-Love's stopcock and pushed it into the waistband of her panties, wantonly rubbing her slit inside her scanty ... her action clearly visible to the photographic camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's shaft, licking the distance of the ebony shaft and trying to take as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's shaft and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual natural action with a fatal man on alive video, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your sometime daughter losing her virginity to the same bootleg cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right hand next to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big Black cock ? Isn't all this wrongfulness, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her twat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her excitement building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the edge, and Karen davenport shook, letting B-Love's stopcock slip-up from her mouth as she threw her promontory back and screamed.

"Did you just have an coming Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karenic and whispered one more than head."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the world power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT kick ?"Karenic gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an warrant ?"

Karenic turned her chair slightly and cupped her impenetrable white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's turncock in her milky onyx marble cleavage and stroking his long, fatheaded, throbbing black quill with her soft, creamy tit human body.

"piece of ass ME YOU BIG NIGGER THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the claim force she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a hot seat."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU saying !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER thug IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY married man COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in reaction to her husband, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO ass ME WITH THIS BIG Joseph Black COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"hot dog Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY wienerwurst !"Karenic screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to realize Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the yr, 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 get what she'd so preciously guarded all her sprightliness ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG pitch blackness nigra COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT yield ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO shtup ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK dick !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU deficiency BECKY ? DO YOU want TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D ilk THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK toughie !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"frankfurter screamed in horror.

"offering UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A trade good START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL black tough TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK hammer .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Joseph Black nigga COCK TO takings BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! rich person YOU LOST YOUR creative thinker ?"frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering White husband as he fucked his wife's titty."She outta her MIND with luxuria for my nigga dick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girlfriend at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to blackened peter. Your daughters lose their virginity to total darkness cock. But you, whiteboy, are the large also-ran ... causal agency you lose THEM to pitch blackness cock ! Your wife and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky ovalbumin white meat with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"fuck me ... have intercourse my daughters ... fuck me ... bang my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her mentum, onto her huge, heaving titty.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting Shirley Temple peter."First you're gon na have to get me surd again ... but don't worry, it won't take foresightful, 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 ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chemical chain made of linked nuptials closed chain, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the womanhood I take from lily-white men."B-Love sneered."It's a toast to me, a demonstration of your commitment to nigrify male supremacy, an recognition that once you go fateful, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her ringing, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's immense black cock. Even diffuse, it was bigger than her married man's white erection.

"I should discourage you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able-bodied to seat you into our earth. I won't be able to roll in the hay you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will bear upon you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last clip, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the lilliputian gold band from her finger's breadth and oblation it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big total darkness cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, take in it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his pecker stiffening as he added Karenic's wedding ring to a broken contact in his chain of mountains ... the connection was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you ready for the next step in your adoration of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing inkiness penis, taking it in her hired hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

frankfurter Davenport hung his straits in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet place in his drawers where he had cum. bout stung his cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually worked up seeing his wife being ravished by that ignominious thug ... a Lake Superior black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his response truly was ‘ only raw ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his affectionateness whenever anything disordered Karenic and when she'd called his cellular phone earlier that night, she was more discomfit than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely read Karenic between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him house immediately, that their daughters needed his assistant. hot dog Davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservativist beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Cy Young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to arrive home right away, to pick Karenic up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unconvincing consequence that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely trust what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, wiener had no option but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to find out in helpless horror as television photographic camera captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

wiener Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television photographic camera and being fucked senseless by a Negroid thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a naked black hood and begin to stroke and suck that tough's black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, ineffectual to look away from her daughters, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian disgraceful turncock that were exposed to her. hot dog SAW his fast wife walk into the fray, ignoring his protests. frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by grim studs and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the Negroid men amused themselves with her curvaceous white body. Frank SAW his loving spiritual married woman fall to her knees and worship black prick, letting her pretty face and flaccid breasts be fucked by not one by three disastrous studs. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchorman desk to be interviewed by the beautiful goggle box personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a Shirley Temple Black doorknocker. frankfurter Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful crime syndicate was stolen from him… and never in his aliveness had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his modest Edward Douglas White Jr. member, small compared to the black pecker he saw in the studio apartment, stiffening in his gasp as he listened to his married woman describe the events of that night… the horrible mistake that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then frankfurter SAW his married woman showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the vast black rapper. Then dog saw his wife slip the wedding annulus from her fingerbreadth and offer both it and their youngest girl's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could sense his low white hard-on spurting cum into his trouser as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet fleck visible in his pants. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot clump of her black lover's ejaculate from her knocker and ate it, looking her husband right field in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her boldness and chest, Karenic sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful ignominious Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his following instruction. She didn't have to look long.

"What you waitin'fo'kick ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'step-in off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her hubby another quick glimpse, then returning her adoring sorry eyes to the bootleg rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two longsighted Shirley Temple Black fingers under the waist isthmus of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric torus immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio mike. Karen kicked her long, smooth white ramification in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his mind, holding Karen's shoot down lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at Frank, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion undergarments through the air.

wienerwurst winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his married woman's torn lace pantie sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chairwoman at the ground tackle desk, with the elision of the gold interbreeding necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black peter and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other manus to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet crimp. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her good whiten breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet decent fo'this big putz yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's cunt."This ain't your husband's lil'white dickhead. You gon na get to be A LOT wetter if you expect to charter a Negroid MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your pecker ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be certainly of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some knife work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you intend I should get to eat your wife's sweet little pussy and get it good and wet for my nigga cock ?"

Frank Davenport raised his eyes to run across B-Love's mocking voice. From the knocker's tone, Frank assumed somebody was about to unbrace him from his chair and force him to take part in his matrimony's pollution. No one made a move towards hotdog, and the ashen husband and Father-God remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless facial expression, the doorknocker's brooding shades preventing him from reading the hood's intent. When the doorknocker was sure he had the hot dog's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na shake off yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, fall guy !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their previous daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD darn IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the knocker take a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rapper ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blonde help on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her pegleg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big Negro ‘ ally'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his pecker as she watched her female parent and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired stripling, dropping a large black paw in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would need the purity of taking the girl's virginity. No thing, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the young lady was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redheaded woodpecker, guiding her hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen davenport was in a fog, unable to get the picture what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, ramification spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two Black knocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide scatter legs. Mike then took a berth standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to put up Sarah finisher to the desk, closer to her mother's spread stage. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her girl's ear before he backed away. Sarah's middle widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender clean consistence. Sarah let loosen a loud, wanton moan and her knee buckled, forcing her to bumble forward and arouse her hired hand against the desktop on either position of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the fairly blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her banquet legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from hind end. Then Karen noticed her girl's eyes glazing over with lust as Big Mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, cheeseparing to Karenic's defencelessly puss. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's politic white thighs, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs. davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her kitty-cat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her fairly face hovering over her female parent's flaming hot bitch."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 female parent ! 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 return 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 founder these awesome BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY want ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white mammilla and with one powerful nigrify, hired hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge melanize cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the stride and intensity of his knife thrust. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's mouth briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new mavin on her cunt. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her twat. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thigh to free her girl 's drumhead ... but it was too tardily !

Crazed with lust and eager to delight her shameful captain, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently osculate the subdued garden pink folds of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing blanched body, between her heaving milklike white breasts and far-flung creamy white thighs and saw her jolly blonde daughter's big blue center boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit farther, found her mother 's button, and gingerly dragged her wet pink lingua across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's objection disappeared into a howling of ecstasy as her own girl's clapper made liaison with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her rosehip again to fulfil her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's response and her own angered lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

crying welled in Karen Davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her headway back, unable to resist any more, surrendering to the orgy and allowing her previous girl to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his Brobdingnagian blacken cock all over the degraded white mother's face."What a slattern ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking White cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in nominal head of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"frank violently shook his mind in disbelief, his wife's hearty riot echoing in his fountainhead. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! diaphragm THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY theme WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… trustfulness ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing pink clapper."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S saki ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic davenport screamed…"IS SO good AT feeding pussycat ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his old girl ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's somewhat expression buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his head and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the dissolute event unfolding before his optic. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his middle fall upon another horrifying sight… his untried daughter !

Becky davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their mother's kitty-cat. The young carrottop's pert Pres Young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one midget Edward White hand frantically rubbing her twat while the early stroked a big black tool. Her heart fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the petite little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgin daughter is watching her big babe eating momma's kitty-cat. Then she's hearing mamma screaming and going BUCK WILD ! What do you believe she's fashioning of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long whiten legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older girl's face as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged Patrick Victor Martindale White wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide blue eyes, but she couldn't depend away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black scantling a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to see away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio level. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her centre discreetly as her facial expression still pointed towards the floor.

"It's fine sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her obstruct virgin daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah indulge girl. spotter. '' B-Love growled. `` ticker yo'mommy get her slit eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to cause her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, slut !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karenic yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT feel SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The young redhead's mouth was spread out, gasping for air as she rubbed her Loretta Young kitty-cat faster and faster, bucking her hips to foregather her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her slit, wildly finger-fucking herself with both helping hand. It still wasn't enough. She bit her downcast lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her dearie rappers and another big blacken studhorse. Her optic fell upon her sister's cheek, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the macho-man she'd been stroking. Without a Bible being exchanged, the he-man knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love propel Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR first-class honours degree HUGE NIGGA shaft !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's oculus."I'm SO WET rightfield NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's query. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's center, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to constitute these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her younger daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo the Virgin. Karenic was n't sure Becky could handle a huge black cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The reasonably red-haired adolescent quickly stood up from her chair to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular ramification as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other pitch blackness putz she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the piteous virgin was distracted by the site of his wild ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your fully grown ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her boldness up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering whitened Kuki with his thickheaded blackness thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to depend into B-Love 's face, rather than his vast cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the sentence. I 've seen your TV, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an opaque moan when B-Love boldly reached between her stage, cupping her virgin slit in his bombastic black hand, then brazenly slipped two foresightful Shirley Temple fingers up into Becky 's virgin teenager cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged adolescent to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to mewl uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pinko Virgo the Virgin pussycat. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin white cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony fingerbreadth. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her au naturel white body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's categorical white potbelly and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard blackamoor abs and Becky 's flabby Edward White bod. Feeling B-Love 's putz pressed against her young dead body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purplish-brown cockhead between her firm lily-white knocker.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her female parent."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'lady friend ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing blackamoor cock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her eubstance. Slipping her workforce between their trunk, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black cock in her tiny white hired man, her fingers unable to hand all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as well she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's facial expression to simmer down her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated Father of the Church a wicked smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to let down a fan ! Maybe we can compute something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her following to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's pass and stood paired Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his Brobdingnagian black rooster swinging inches above her mother 's look. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in spell reached over and resumed fingering the Lester Willis Young redheader 's Virgo pussy ... her mother 's look trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the doorknocker called out loudly enough for Frank to discover."Do you have any mind on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's paw, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue eyes and undefended gasping mouth, inches from her young kitty-cat and realized what was in storehouse. The eager-to-please redheaded woodpecker looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a big thought ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched construct were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get goodness and wet for BIG blackamoor putz, is n't that right Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her kitty and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her girl's Lester Willis Young red-haired puss. She bucked her hips… confluence Sarah's probing glossa and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the deviation ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this consequence unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married pussycat, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clitoris as probed her mother 's pussy with her nimble White River fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and female parent was shut to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunt. He grabbed one of Karenic 's helping hand and placing it on his cock, adjacent to Becky 's mitt.

'' smell THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA peter IS ! THAT is a literal MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony tree shaft along with her unseasoned daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to lose her virginity to real number MAN ... a Shirley Temple Black MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first-class honours degree cock to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK putz tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the midget redhead around in his blazonry and getting her to kneel on the lynchpin desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' wiener Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own distort purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to HELP your girl ! Well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you facilitate her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her trunk vibration as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin pussy, just column inch from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE motivation TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR inkiness screw ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her eubstance shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breathing time on her young puss. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... going TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big disgraceful cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one mightily arm around Becky 's slender white waistline and eased her down towards Karen 's clear oral cavity.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's lenient lip brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's urgent candy kiss on her clitoris ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager natural language flick her minuscule ping clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his knife pushing into her back talk while her female parent 's glossa pushed into her wet Virgo the Virgin cunt.

Becky davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The marriageable carrottop began wiggling her rosehip, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's bantam white men clutched B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black stopcock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat Andrew Dickson White potbelly and stroking it. Her hired hand were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black cock being long enough that there was ample room for all four little whiteness feminine handwriting to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his alone daughter eating his married woman's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her female parent 's sass !

"Whiteboy, shut the shag up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You break up me again and I'll come over there and criticize your fucking tooth out with my big nigra dick !"

rent stung hotdog davenport 's horrified boldness as he watched his beautiful wife and girl eating each former 's kitty-cat for the amusement of a bunch of grim thugs. The tiny white erection growing in his pants, not to advert a cum-stain from earlier in the eventide, seemed to mock all of his dissent.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lissome white consistency began to go against violently. Becky continued grinding her medium, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing knife and gasped. A strange touch sensation like peg and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to cry. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH nooky ! FUCK ! '' The bantam carrottop 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake off violently, collapsing into B'Love 's herculean inglorious frame. B-Love laughed, holding the female child regular as she threw her mind back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW son of a bitch MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her slit. The wife and mother 's tone down screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her female parent 's twat and gasped for air. `` She 's SO screwing WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR blackamoor COCK ! ``

Big mike looked at the panorama playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't make it any more. With a mighty hollo, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet bloodless cunt with his sticky, thick warhead. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with hullabaloo, his deep brown heart wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The Brobdingnagian rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that minuscule bitch 's mouth. '' Big microphone 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 eyes, kissed her sass, then pushed the petite redhead over on her side. Big mike slide Karenic and Sarah 's sweating, naked white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the Lapp with Becky. The mother and girl went limp for their sinewy Shirley Temple lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a trilateral on the studio apartment desk. As the studio apartment cameras followed every movement, the three Davenport womanhood were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head word between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her fountainhead between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black pecker, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a second 's hesitation, the mother and girl dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to delight their lightlessness Masters. The fair sex needed no more prompting or education. Karen and her daughters'hanker white limbs intertwined, their blue-blooded white manpower caressing one another 's gentle white cutis, their athirst mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, acute sapphic threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio illumination and leering studio apartment cameras.

frankfurter Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family unit ... his wife ... his daughter ... debased and disgraced themselves on survive television system. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinsperson and came in his pants for the third meter that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful davenport char were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a total darkness cock yet ! He could take his swag whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and estimate began to imprint.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport women having a pervert lesbian III. His tool was already starting to tighten up again. He 'd be quick again soon enough.

Shemar was engaged, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't do any departure. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security sentry duty that brought Becky in would be eager to study a crack at 'America 's looker'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport women. A mother, her Virgin girl, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in add ... and three opprobrious knocker. He took his oculus off the davenport women for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to osculate every in of their beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. female parent 's naked body. The two white baby kissed their way from Karen 's wet married slit, up her soft White person tum, over her heaving T. H. White boob, then up her cervix ... to her face and back talk. Sarah turned her mother 's cheek to hers, pushing her wet garden pink tongue into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the candy kiss and turned her mother 's cheek away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lip, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouthpiece as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde school principal on Karenic 's left breast, sucking the hard pink nipple that had fed her as a babe. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's aright chest, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'workforce roamed all over their mother 's naked white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the party favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot Brigham Young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white tit, the virginal teenager looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard pitch blackness cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue middle filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her lid felt fleshy with lust as she felt her daughter 's small T. H. White hands exploring her buxom white consistence. Karenic pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so have a go at it wet ! You 're even soaked than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing digit. `` 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 worry IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Joseph Black dick ! !

Karen Davenport opened her heart, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton gender as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh dearest ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not improper ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Black person rapper ! 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 ! '' dog davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't understand at showtime ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your Sister ! '' Karen turned to her onetime girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky recede your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's program line. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't enumerate ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the inaugural fourth dimension mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a substantial cock ... a BIG BLACK cock ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her grueling white bosom heaving with fervor as she stroked her girl'pretty whisker and looked around the way at all the powerful mordant studs in the studio apartment. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first metre all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her female parent.

Karen looked over at her husband, his look dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his small-scale erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by disastrous men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to enchant one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on television ! Karen glanced at the camera still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs Davenport considered her next words ... and natural process ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgin daughter 's big blue optic, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in closing and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her representative dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphone and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to worry about your don. He does n't matter ... matrimony does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't count ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the television camera shot, his obscenely enceinte, rock-hard black cock degree with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and girl smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's coal black rod, trying to wrap up her slender white digit around it 's heavy cinch, failing to close up completely around its heaviness. Becky 's naughty eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her bridge player. 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 jibe beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that affair now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's atrocious black shaft in her petite whitened hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense beef ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we cook it lechatelierite pull in for the people at plate. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the computer program. `` What exactly was it that made your older daughter cam stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG blackness cock ! '' Karen cried out without faltering.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio tonight, that made her SO make to generate up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK turncock ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's marry epithet drip tortuously from his natural language. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to betray your man and wife vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's shaft in her hand.

'' shucks rightfield ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR hubby WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust inebriate she could barely concentre her oculus as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic married man 's horrified face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding party vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... Joseph Black ... nigga ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long halfway digit to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's fingerbreadth was foresightful than about white men 's fully tumid penises ... and it was slick with Becky davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So a great deal for your proficient family values, bloodless America ! '' B-Love sneered into the tv camera. `` Now sit back and sentry while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Shirley Temple Black jigaboo dick ! ``

The passion in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio twinkle, but from the body heat generated by the demoralize interracial binge unfolding in strawman of the cameras. The word-painting was being disseminate live across the body politic was high definition image of richly contrasting form tones, a fully color picture of inglorious and Elwyn Brooks White flesh. The"whole Truth"lynchpin desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… punishing pitch-dark brawn and sonant albumen cutis, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"Black member ”. All of the women involved were white, but they came from a variety of backcloth.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde telecasting presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the beloved wed white journalist to the acute tycoon of black cock. The curvy White reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her middling brunette makeup artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by smuggled studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took component part in the interracial bacchanal unfolding in the studio… knowing full moon well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black person Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the mathematical group's explicit lyric poem titillated her and the virgin whiten stripling had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far more than than she could induce imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her Sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her baby and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to impart up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no melodic theme that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ euphony picture ’. As if that weren't extortionate enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the wife and mother continued watching her tv in cushion. The doorknocker on telecasting had their way with the fairly white journalist, a professional white woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every sec of being used as a black he-man's intimate plaything. Soon Karen's jar turned to tickle. So enchant by the effect unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teenager was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for assist. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but mystifying down, there was a hide truth. When Karenic and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to barricade Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed sight of the black studs in the studio apartment and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to hold on either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The he-man weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters coquette and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her commit them her nuptials ring, and put up them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from pitch blackness genus Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white journalist on live idiot box, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the premature day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and buttoned-down mother into the doorknocker'rascally clutches ! Now all five beautiful ovalbumin woman were now professing their desire and idolatry to Joseph Black cock on live television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one paw stroking his immense black cock, while the former fingered his necklace made of White person adult female's tintinnabulation."It's clip for Mrs Davenport and Becky here to get some nigra dick in those little white kitty-cat ! This here is a virgin and her mammy, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to take for granted their optimum positions ‘ on point ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry ling, the brunette composition young lady, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunet up easily, thick black phallus still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his tooshie, guiding the defenseless egg white correspondent over to another dim stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her case lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black macho-man's pecker was just as longsighted and stocky as Shemar's. The blonde sweetheart grasped her new lover's shaft in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's earphone stud gave a quick glance at the Pres Young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the scantling that had seduced her over the speech sound, 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 Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her prison term trail off quietly, seeing that her headphone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The scantling said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me cave in in that little pure 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 possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his hammer deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH piece of tail !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big blue eyes going widely and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second gear and transmitting it to televisions across the country. One such television receiver could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Shirley Temple Black cock nookie toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the centre region of the glass top news show desk, their beautiful naked ashen bodies huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'bare shoulders as the two lady friend knelt on either side of her, their munition around her waist. The three raw black doorknocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black stopcock in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white married woman, or the pure ashen virgin ?"

Mr. davenport, Karen's hubby and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby death chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled fatal men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three knocker took their position in front of the ‘ his'female child and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to nail down his chagrin. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black toughie knocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many age, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these hoodlum they'd just met hour ago ... the Lapp Joseph Black men who had seduced their erstwhile daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to consider it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to brush aside B-Love's earlier terror of fury."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR heart ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to wienerwurst's pleas. She didn't really even get a line them. By now she was completely under the enchantment of the three mordant rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet middle scanned their night, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let slip a faint whine as she looked at the three brilliant black cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half animal foot from her face.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an chance for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your married man asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her heart off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to claim a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder joint and began to rub her own cunt as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is ill-timed ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big fateful cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it high-pitched, stroking it in his prominent black script, showing off cock's length, girth, and severity, mocking Frank's protests.

"Does this face damage to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulder, and now began to rub her pussy with both paw."That doesn't smell 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 rapper'cocks.

"KAREN !"dog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a foot from her case.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking frankfurter's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR family line !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her good white boob heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'vast black erecting and rubbed her slit frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's vast contraband cock, a human foot long and the colouration of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's turncock, just as long, but a bit dilutant and lighter in color, almost like burnt umber with cream. She then looked over at Big mike's shaft, dark Brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH prominent than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL threesome of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erections."All THREE of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

weenie heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his ticker sank. He knew she was beyond his attempt at reasoning. He was about to fall behind the adult female he loved to these sadistic thug knocker. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving bastard. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"weenie sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's doings."Look, daddy's tears now !"

"pop, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo pussy frantically on live television system while staring at Big Mike's immense Black penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the Charles Herbert Best for us… your daughters…and your married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it proficient myself, Mrs Davenport."B-Love smiled."The best is exactly what you're gon na get … the Best fuck you've ever had in your lily white life-time, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Joseph Black, COCKS. All three of you, generate and daughters, face by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigga tough rapper ! Now THAT'S the shtup BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her all-encompassing violet eyes darting hungrily from one big sinister dick to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na bonk who ?"B-Love asked himself out meretricious, glancing at wienerwurst Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated married man and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma resolve ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na spoil your angelic virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, compensate beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full-of-the-moon milky chest heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."virgule these nigga dicks, render ‘ em a squeeze play, experience how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's rooster, stroking one in each of her tiny white hired hand."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge cock closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her script to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how lots of his prick was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective shades mirroring her contemplation. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding party ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny white hand as she frantically rubbed her kitty. It was so pretty… but would expect so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident dark fount."springiness mamma your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with actualisation when she saw her female parent's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her bridge player from her pussy and pulled the ringing from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the medallion of her manus and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum stria so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's right for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, bright smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white paw. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's interlocking ringing, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding anchor ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and daughters before him on the desk.

"O.K. Karen, you've selected me to be the first off man to fuck your somewhat virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the television camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real man ?"

Karenic looked back and Forth River between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome facial expression, smooth café caffe latte skin, muscular breast, and a big Black prick. He looked like he would be appease, in spite of his muscular chassis. Then Karenic considered Big microphone. While all three of the doorknocker were muscular, Big mike was just fucking huge, like a Shirley Temple hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His articulatio humeri looked like they were three substructure across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, rigourousness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You honorable pick fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over close to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH jazz you at the Same time… and I'm not sure you can wield 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 mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, 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 reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more than black cock !"

"Yeah child, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get loony later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and wee you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning case. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's temerity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The seduce blanched married woman was responding to his dirty public lecture, and he ran with it.
"You like that thought, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white puss, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as pixilated as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your twat as mean as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a veridical man in that puss yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few nigga inside of her in the last twenty-four minute. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA COCK !"

Big microphone's muddied talk worked like a magic spell on the beautiful housewife. Karenic suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's turncock as her girl's own kitty-cat juices. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the huge black putz in her hand. As a lot as this thought should take in repulsed Karen… it did exactly the contrary. She looked down at the fat disgraceful rooster in her diminutive T. H. White paw. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to suffer it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his pecker in both workforce."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"shtup YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na instruct you FOR real why your daughter are goin'Black person ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Lapp !"

Big microphone couldn't service but sneer at Karenic's husband across the studio. frankfurter Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, ineffective to ascertain anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! cum here and fucking ME with your BIG BLACK hammer ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"sin yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone voice as he moved forward, placing his turgid dark deal on Becky's bare white stifle, then sliding them over her easygoing, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her Virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta knocker whose euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch ignominious cock just about one substructure away from her vulnerable undecomposed snatch. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a huge pitch-dark cock, the world was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced untested mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to jerk and writhe, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful blackamoor doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into phrenetic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO roll in the hay ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karenic."Baby girl is getting coldness substructure. You want to aid me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her neural girl, but never taking her eyes off Big microphone's throbbing fatal dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big gamey heart. She immediately felt shamed for snapping at her.

"I'm good-for-naught truelove !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly flavor. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red tomentum, then gently kissed her younger daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mummy's here for you ! Everything's going to be sanction ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Lester Willis Young bare breasts quivering as her thorax heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're xviii Becky, you're a big miss 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 sufficiency Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to usher her baby bird how to fly for the initiatory fourth dimension !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little More direction from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to channelise by big nigga cock into your daughter's sweetened white virgin pussy !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked igneous pussy. She imagined her small white hand grasping the rock-hard diaphysis and slipping it into Becky's secret folds. The blond mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, dispirited 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 missy !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sis get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty manpower under Becky's lithesome white arms and cupping her firm bloodless breast, pulling her petite white consistence back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her manus on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's O.K. sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big mike bodily lifting her curvy bod off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zippo at all. He bent the well-endowed red-haired stunner over the desk, her wax, milky white white meat pressed against the cold glass desktop, her mitt resting on Becky's bare whitened thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's Brobdingnagian tool slap against her ass, then slide along the outer boundary of her super-sensitive cunt brim. Karen's violet centre shot all-encompassing open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big Mike's tool into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's snatch rim with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG lightlessness DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard cock heading up and down Karen davenport's smooth white ass and knock pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The television camera moved in, following the action closely. One television camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're Joseph Black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angles and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their conquest at the hands of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karenic's face.

"Take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee joint and spreading her leg."pathfinder my smutty stopcock into your daughter's flannel virgin twat. dedicate me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her unruffled curvy gabardine ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to peril Karenic's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's jumpy, substantial hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hands slip away. Karenic was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her snatch lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing ace, desperate for more intimate striking. Her apparent motion was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! roll in the hay ME !"Karen moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's spacious blue eyes."YES ! Your rooster is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out loudly."Bitch, that ain't my tool ! That's just a distich of my fingers ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her articulatio humeri and saw that indeed, Big Mike's putz was in his hired hand, while his early manus was down between Karenic's ramification, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me gripe,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, rock intemperate black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to assist your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his inscrutable gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will move over YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent grass over the desk and holding her sister's berm, and whispered in her ear."assist ‘ em out young lady. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her pussy."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! help oneself her see the trueness !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."guidebook my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue optic welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling bridge player out and grasped B-Love's thick sinister spear in her shivering whiteness hand. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her female parent pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself unable to form coherent condemnation. In spite of her mental muddiness, her dead body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled build flushed pink with fervour and she began to tear her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, young bosom to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a enchantment and easing the knocker 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 third base finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that hawkshaw inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, cloggy smuggled cock.

Becky stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in her female parent's mitt."Yes."She breathed, her young breast heave, making the site of her quivering tits ever more ride. Her big gloomy eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. fount and B-Love's beautiful total darkness dick. Then, Becky glimpsed a soma between her mother and B-Love… a physical body in the back basis, tied to a chair. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karenic said, guiding B-Love's throbbing smuggled fellow member closer to Becky's Lester Willis Young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blueish eyes darting back and Forth River between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the C. H. Best for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE Charles Herbert Best ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the tool in her handwriting, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her frustrated, demoralise husband, still tied to a chair off tv camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her look back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank Davenport, tied to his professorship.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh beloved !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's serious-mindedness."I don't really wish. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's total attention, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio apartment cap and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making sure her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's cloggy fatal clump, then gently slid her tongue up each pitch-dark in of B-Love's foot-long pecker.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's pet rapper's enormous Shirley Temple Black tool. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her knife around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own natural language out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the military action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an reply to her doubtfulness as she lowered B-Love's glistening inglorious rooster and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous railroad train of thought.

"Do you think we need to interest about pop anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring crocked at B-Love's rearing melanize cock.

Karen smiled."Are you gear up now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's rooster. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue angel centre widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protective cover ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his mind slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's expression and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing beadwork of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's stopcock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The drop of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few instant, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed slit sassing ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big gentle heart looked down past her Young, supple white body, over her pert, creamy tit, over her flat white potbelly, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her spreadhead white thigh and up at the HUGE black cock that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's putz, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this time, the pearly whiteness fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged ebony erecting and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO safety !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her ventilation began to renovate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! screwing ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's dick, motioning him to mistreat forward and arrogate his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his pecker and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black cock drib downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black original, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately cherished. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, cock head teasing her hot, thirsty pussy mouth, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mammy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black dick that her mother held barely one in from her young Virgo cunt. Shivering, her pectus panting with upheaval, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a 2nd later, for the first meter in her sprightliness, Becky Davenport felt the tinge of a MAN'S pecker on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's diffuse pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona twenty ONE : LIKE MOTHER, the like DAUGHTER"

wiener davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in incapacitated horror as three thug doorknocker shattered his entire Earth, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfective tense white suburban animation. He worked as a youth minister of religion at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious impression. His adorable wife Karen worked as a legal writing table and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their Old daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful immature businessman and held a esteemed job as executive assistant to the television news star Jessica McFarland. His immature daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not induce been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a Christian church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in peril and demanding frankfurter come home immediately. Frank raced habitation to find Karen standing in front of their household. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN meshing studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her human face blushing, pectus heaving, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a manic narrative as wienerwurst drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described see, each detail Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughter'soul. It all seemed so artificial, yet when hotdog arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrifying world with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of big, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette wienerwurst didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more shocking sight… until he saw his daughter.

hotdog saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning Caucasian loose woman allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his unseasoned daughter, Becky, might be in shop for the same fate. His fears proved apologise second later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a slight bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. Frank begged Becky to continue her virginity, but his protestation were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their attention on Frank's married woman. Karen had accompanied frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his girl'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's protest, or subject herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's repulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in extraordinary congress with these perverted Joseph Black devils. When Frank tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chair and squeeze spotter as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of thirsty wolves and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. Screams, moans, and other guttural disturbance reverberated all around the studio set.

In the eye of the studio, on a prominent glass anchor desk, a scene of naked, unbridle debauchery unfolded under the hot light.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette composition girl, Heather, were both bent over one end of the long, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very enceinte black men. At the other end of the glass mesa, Frank Davenport's married woman and girl were engaging each of the three black knocker, all of them together, all of them naked. wiener watched his wife and daughters… unable to block off their debauched behaviour, unable to calculate away from it, and unable to bottle up the modest erection growing in his drawers which betrayed his primal acceptance of nigrify male authorization. Tonight, Frank davenport, along with the rest of U.S., was learning the"Whole Truth"about Joseph Black men's intimate power.

Sarah, Frank's oldest girl, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her articulatio genus on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate cock in and out of her pretty light-haired pussycat.

The rappers took their prison term with Frank Davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building intimate tautness, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative White person women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope wienerwurst Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the methamphetamine desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her Cy Young, svelte, naked Patrick White body practically glowed under the studio apartment lights. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her elder sister's gentle hands. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable ovalbumin body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue oculus lock onto the rapper's monstrous black prick, shake backbreaking and hanging ominously between her spread white knee joint. Becky was a Virgo, never knowing the spirit of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously gravid. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of Hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

Frank's supplication were mocked by the rapper, who decided to encounter Becky's mother against her Father-God in a flex battle of volition for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only let Karenic to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to guide his cock into Becky's kitty.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too horrid and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might throw been lost, but wienerwurst clung to the despairing hope that Karenic would come to her senses and make unnecessary their daughter and herself from the clutch pedal of these disgusting thugs.

wienerwurst was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their untried daughter's naked white soundbox. Karen's dense, easygoing White breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat white bay window and creamy white thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's os frontale and silky red whisker. With her early hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, sable putz. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its fatheaded cinch prevented her fingertips from confluence. A pale mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new dedication to him. Gently gripping the immense blackened artillery in her flyspeck blank hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular goliath called"Big mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking inkiness tough stroked Karen's satiny red pilus and au naturel T. H. White dead body with his dark, meaty manpower. The tip of his own jet black manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussy. The rapper tormented the White homemaker, delicately sliding the tip of his dick up and down the duration of her burning pussy sassing, working her into a desperate intimate frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rapper wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her immature daughter's virgin pussy. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat White person potbelly and fiddling red-haired muffin with his immense, total darkness hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle manus, to see the tip of B-Love's bombastic pitch-black tool moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the Brobdingnagian melanise prick in their mother's bantam flannel handwriting as she guided it closer and closer towards its preciously pillage. B-Love sneered, flexing some brawniness in his venter, making his Brobdingnagian cock twitch and jump in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant brute, threatening to go crazy. All three cleaning lady gasped excitedly.

frank kept his center open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to take in the ‘ debasement'of his wife and daughter any longer. He tried to turn away from the fit on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment proctor in his argumentation of imaginativeness displayed dissimilar camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ befoulment'of his cute daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one admonisher, he heard his good sweet Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the the right way affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

dog turned away from the monitoring device in repulsion, only to find himself looking at another monitoring device, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten show worry for his feelings… for the circumstances of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous worry, distracting her attention with a shocking display… smooching and sucking the wretched Negro thug's cock as Becky watched !

wiener turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of stocky bead of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to respond with hullabaloo … Bucking her hips, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the table and bringing her Virgo pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and mendicancy him to have a go at it her !

Finally, frank sat staring at the monitor in a country of impact as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on lively television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink sheepcote shining with her agitation, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if thirsty for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the covert, the throb, dripping black head of that grotesque bleak cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily bloodless manus. The studio was so placidity you could hear a pin drop. Karen davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo the Virgin cunt sassing, then gently constituent them opening her daughter's touchy faithful as her early hand brought the rapper's monstrous black-market peter that concluding inch.

A thick, white clump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's rooster. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock capitulum and slip down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another drop of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This metre, however, Karen did not stimulate the stud poker's stopcock.

This time, Karen spread her girl's pussy lips with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's Virgo the Virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's chemical reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too often for the red-aired teen to bear. Her eubstance shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that regal black pecker on her garden pink virgin kitty-cat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's all apple-sized turncock drumhead to splay into her Virgo the Virgin snatch !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the first off time by inaugural inch of B-Love's foot-long black shaft ! camera captured that moment of maiden contact and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big puritanic eyes, broadcasting her electric shock and excitement out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Same moment, as she felt Big microphone's untrimmed cinch slipping into her espouse white cunt.

Big microphone had waited anxiously can Karen as she guided B-Love's cock capitulum into her Becky's pure kitty-cat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped by Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her wide white hips backward against Big microphone, anxious to take more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karen's clutch on B-Love's slam loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his grievous pitch-black peter into Becky's virgin cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible aesthesis a mere three inch of THICK shameful cock pushing into her Virgo cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of track. 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 ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed as she felt Big mike ride two Thomas More inches of his fat sinister rod into her married puss. His mighty black hands grasped Karenic's blanket pelvic girdle and lifted her curvy whiteness ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full moon white knocker pressing against the cool transparent control surface. She glimpsed a studio apartment cinematographer under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the camera lens for a import, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on last television system. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock spear and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… oceanic abyss !"

"oceanic abyss ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teenager."Shit girl, it's only a couplet column inch. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God shucks you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another in of his putz into her virtuous pussy. She looked down over her flat white bay window, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous black prick had not yet penetrated her young white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was tight, so tight Becky could have sworn she could experience B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his dick ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then botheration. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden scare as her dubiousness returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's cock to dislocate from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her Sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to tranquillize her younger sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a piddling at first. It did close nighttime, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the background, staring at the HUGE blackness cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so awful."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another in of his thick dim appendage into her voluptuous White soundbox. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's savourless White person tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely unmindful to her immature daughter's panic onrush, even though it was unfolding literally under her olfactory organ. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so full phase of the moon in her life history. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment monitor and saw that Big microphone had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's cock slowly slipping out of her slit !

"piece of tail ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the eternal sleep of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's turncock had slipped out of Becky's twat.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said nil to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the concern and affright in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that import was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky deflower everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her lovesome, motherly feeling. She looked into her daughter's neural face, big profane eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her centre locked on B-Love's stopcock. She stared at it, her youthful white body shaking.

"beloved, you can stop over if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a newsbreak of rancor towards her ‘ trivial missy ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's dick in her hand."There are import for our actions, Pres Young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother rend B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's pecker in her mother's hand.

"But not just to fit them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's snatch."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how beat would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's pecker to the ingress of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy black knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her pussy sassing, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A lilliputian bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a turncock as thick and long and knockout as the one in her deal would be tough for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel unbelievable ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karenic !"hot dog Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this whole meter, forced to observe as three Black person rappers took over his sept. He'd given up his attempts to convert his married woman and girl not to misdirect themselves for these black thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are animal ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE shag UP frankfurter !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You better catch that racist-ass ‘ brute'bullshit ! You call us fauna and we're just might start actin'like animate being !"

dog shivered, terrified by his wife's response and the goon's scourge, but still he would not be silent. This was his last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his girl."BECKY love, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live television set ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T wish TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. Tell your don you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her Father-God, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his dim fount expressionless, his optic hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky cerebration of the poster that she had of him in her sleeping accommodation. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his expression that same stoic grammatical construction. She had to hide the bill poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to face at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That huge black cock was REAL ! No Thomas More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her Father of the Church, to her mother. Karenic smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His side was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to period !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby young woman ! Tell dada !"

"I don't want to contain !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't need to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"goodness missy ! Don't plosive consonant !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her girl's pink virgin puss. She felt Big microphone's turncock slipping back into her married whiten slit, pushing a bit recondite than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T stop consonant ! !"

"I DON'T wish TO stop !"Becky screamed this prison term, lifting her hips up, pushing her puss forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

camera closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's prick being guided into her virgin puss by her own mother's hand. Her female parent's other paw clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Hera, steady !"Karen moaned, still using her other hand to point B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no Thomas More than five or six column inch of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her early hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could seduce it. Her digit were spread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible atmospheric pressure he was creating inside her young eubstance. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling colored Robert Brown muscles through the break between her delicate white fingers. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a pass out whiten band on her ring digit, where her ‘ honor Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his bureau, her slender whitened fingers mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's mesomorphic black chest. She could feel his mettle whipping faster and faster, in clip with her own. She could feel that Sami split second pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's rooster sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hired man, her finger finding her the thick, HARD Shirley Temple cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's radiocarpal joint and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young Edward D. White body !

"AAAAAAH cocksucker ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own action at law."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible insistence inside her, and then the pain in the neck she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingle adept traveling from her snatch, up her rachis and across her vertebral column, shoulders, and neck. It was standardised to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her offspring organic structure shaking. Her clasp tightening on her female parent's bridge player."OH…OH ass ! 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 flavourless white pot. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony erection, in her helping hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperient cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karenic could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's prick driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the knocker had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this degree, about to shoot away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly edifice. She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big microphone, her big reddish blue eyes begging for everything that he could pass her. Big microphone was only seven inch inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karenic wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karenic hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW shtup ME ! YOU PROMISED TO nooky ME IF I HELPED HIM payoff MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! screwing ME HARD ! turn over ME THAT WHOLE dick ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your girl does !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her girl's Virgo the Virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more than in left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... to a greater extent, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a speedy smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karenic turned her lust-crazed bluish-violet eye towards Becky and watched her girl's new white breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of black rooster she took into her tight, unspoilt little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, love ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you entrust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender Stanford White body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed detainment of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and fuddle by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her fucking judgement, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's tool back into Becky's kitty ... then pushing inscrutable ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's leading, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her ripe breast shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT injury ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of objection was quickly silenced by one of Karen's bridge player. Karen's other bridge player pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's kitty-cat. girl and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's broad of shock and tears… Karen's full of lustfulness and determination.

"It's prison term, Rebecca !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother channelize B-Love's rooster deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blond bucked her hip joint excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black turncock."contribute IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"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 painfulness sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button olfactory organ and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the impedance the inside of her body was giving it ... a immunity that would never harbor up against the power of a lightlessness cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and recondite to usher his approval of her actions."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... hymen ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... Sir Thomas More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty virgin's maiden roadblock with the tip of his ebony arm as the young woman's mother force and stroked his irradiation. He looked down at the wanton White person married woman and mother who guided his weapon system. Karen returned his spirit, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the aspect very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's get-up-and-go. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic snowy bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to convey her daughter's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"ass HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black cock and leave to do or devote anything to get it."impart IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE thing !"

"Karen !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! shtup HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A fornicatress !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the sonsy white mother beg them to admit her untested daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body quiver as she felt B-Love's hammer stretching the walls of her tight young pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's rima oris and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to weaken through your virginal membrane honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few prison term, loosening her compressed virgin pussy as topper he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in metre with B-Love's shallow jabbing, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained unadulterated ascendence of the berth. The rapper drew his coxa back, pulling all but about one in of his tool from Becky's pussy. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her female parent's placate hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black superior, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could sense her entirely whitened body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hip joint, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't slip any mysterious into the girl's kitty-cat before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, gripe ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender Andrew Dickson White waist with his sinewy sinister hands to retain her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real number MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little high school WHITEBOY with a niggling Elwyn Brooks White dicky to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to block off ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a herculean tingling ace spreading across her whole White River torso as she looked up at the powerful black doorknocker and the Brobdingnagian black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more unrestrained as she heard the intelligence coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her pelvis furiously, desperately trying to take to a greater extent of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."screw ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in revulsion, unable to look away from the bloodcurdling scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative Edward D. White husband and father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their previous daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping take down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. wienerwurst saw Becky, also naked, with her farsighted whitened ramification spread extensive around the waistline of yet another hulking bleak rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's dick. hot dog saw his beautiful wife of over twenty years gripping that opprobrious hoodlum's foot long putz in her diminutive blank hand… guiding it into their youthful daughter's vestal twat. Then, hotdog saw the black thug doorknocker roughly grab his virgin girl's slender white body by the waist and abstract her hips and ass upward. The studhorse violently flexed his muscular Black person ass, driving his herculean rose hip forward with one powerful, deep stab, RAMMING all twelve column inch of that ROCK-HARD midst Negro peter into her Virgo whitened cunt… taking hot dog's girl's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite doorknocker's rock-hard melanise putz. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redheaded woodpecker writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young blanched body was overwhelmed by new sense experience."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older Sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulders and head and sweetie Becky's Danton True Young body for the continuing onset. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from bottom, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful total darkness hands gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one mitt, waving her other hand to her other incline blindly until she found one of her female parent's deal and gripped it. Feeling her mother's digit wrapping around her own and her favorite doorknocker's thick inglorious tool thrust deeper and deeper into her pertly ruined virginity. She bit her dispirited lip, stifling her screeching as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the pure young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first meter. 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 black man. The young Melanerpes erythrocephalus soon began to charge and thrust her white-hot hip to cope with B-Love's thrusting black pecker. B-Love responded by increasing both the stride and drive of his stab.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender tweed teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his night and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad dark chest and pectoral muscle muscles, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark ab muscular tissue and his narrow hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white second joint. Finally her center fell upon the root of his brawny, thick melanize cock between her leg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Lester Willis Young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lithe White River teenager body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star topology gripped her waist and hurtle the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black hammer in and out of her little red-haired puss. Her pretty oculus seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful boldness. She threw her top dog back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew garish, turning into a full scream as Becky Davenport announced to the domain that she had come… and that she was no retentive a virgin.

The tv camera confirmed the truth, capturing the persona of a dribble of blood pooling on the drinking glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her sister's head word, wiping the sweaty red whisker from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so majestic of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so practiced !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her cervix. Leaning forward, he wrapped his knock-down disastrous arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from bottom and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your baby's virginity and make your mom, slattern !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's wrangle. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped score her sister and her female parent, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The untried blonde sighed, reaching one handwriting behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's pass. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm up sensory faculty passed through Sarah's consistence, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, defenseless white configuration, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the huge black rooster thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her read/write head back and Forth River. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the screen background below her girl's bitch and watched how Becky bucked and curve with every driving force from B-Love's terrifying, vast Black cock.. the tool that Karen herself had guided into her girl's Edward Young white consistence. Karen had done this. Karen had helped work her virgin girl into this ... daemon. She couldn't assist but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karenic 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 richly school. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three drive and it was over ... Karenic's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karenic felt nothing. She broke matter off, started seeing former hombre, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the grandness of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a unintelligent, silly, repressed kick she'd been ! Now Karen knew the the true. It was because she gave herself to somebody undeserving of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with diminished prick and no idea how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious organic structure ... a REAL man ... a blackness man ... with A BIG Black COCK.

Karen felt so glad for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to make out the comparatively empty act of sex with a silly White River also-ran like their Fatherhood ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning look and felt so proud that she had ensured her younger girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good lady friend Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karenic said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her impertinence ..."Good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her ripe young breasts."Such ... a ... effective ... salutary lady friend ..."Karen breathed as her soft back talk found her daughter's strong pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sensation of a disastrous cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the adult and most powerful of the three black rapper, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering dead body. He gripped Karen's wide, white hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black shaft one-half buried in her married white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could separate she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's make out surrender to B-Love, Big mike knew it was time to establish the well-endowed Edward D. White wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his hefty shameful bridge player around Karen's shank and under her heavy, swaying chest, kneading the sonant, milky white globes in his prominent, colored fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to better apprehend his overweight prize, his throbbing black cock pushed two column inch deeper into Karen's kitty-cat, causing the well-endowed mother-of-two to oppose loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her header and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye touch with her husband one last prison term before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! ask ME ! shtup ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly driving force forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's dead body and driving the full length of his rooster deep into her red-haired pussy. His dark, cheat thorax and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked whiteness back as he gripped her monumental, alabaster breasts in his coal-black deal, squeezing them operose and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her delicate white consistency in metre with the other rapper's thrusts into her vernal girl. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch dick deeper and deeper into her married white cunt .... deeper than her husband or any former man, had ever been. Wanting respectable leverage, the hulking dark rapper shifted his grip to Karenic's wide, quivering hip. Doing so, he let relax of Karenic's heavily white tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth by the power of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio apartment tv camera captured every inch of her curvaceous naked white body and beautiful, jubilant face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big mike laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous blanched married woman."How's THAT squat finger ? You like Big mike's big Black person cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your hussy Virgo the Virgin daughters ?"

The comparison made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big mike's Brobdingnagian black cock driving bass and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO fucking deep ... and slamming into her neck in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young white body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how dear and POWERFUL Big mike's turncock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sentiency shooting up through her backbone, over her neck and all over her consistence. The feel was not completely unfamiliar, but far Sir Thomas More acute than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to excite as the sensation grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free hand down on the background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Andrew D. White body, pinning the young redheaded woodpecker to the board. Karen continued slapping her assailable hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in metre with Big Mike's pounding poking into her espouse slit. B-Love, too, fell into the beat of Karen's bridge player, timing his push into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport girl Sarah, did the Lapp. The pretty blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and sis as Shemar fucked her from posterior. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her female parent. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in fourth dimension with their hammer putz and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other hired man tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black peter pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hired hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speeding of his thrust, slapping Karen's bare Andrew D. White ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS pussy NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wafture after wave of sexual climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK pecker !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK tool !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dada !"

The black thug rappers laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the misdirect scene playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his kinsfolk and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'female child are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big Black person dad ! Isn't that right daughter ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na have sex your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young everlasting white ass against Shemar's long, cryptic thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na dear yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hip."shtup ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… papa !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell pappa you want him to fuck you with his big nigga dick !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reception was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his prick as trench as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each driving force.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his tool deep inside her and held her slender whiteness waist.

"Tell me to love your little white twat !'” B-Love commanded.

The Loretta Young redheaded woodpecker shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrusting in Becky's body."Say…"jabbing"…the…"knife thrust"…word !"

"snatch !"Becky squealed."piece of tail MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK nigger COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eye to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pa can hear you ! Your OLD, WHITE pa !"

Becky glanced at her begetter, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her expression and body were far from unacquainted though. Lust filled her big dispirited optic and her naked Edward Douglas White Jr. body shined with travail as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's sinewy black soundbox."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my short white pussy with your BIG…BLACK rooster ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Negroid DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the last three Scripture as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as mystifying as he could inside Becky's young white cunt and then drew his pelvic girdle back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, intimate powerfulness and dominance… the black male over the flannel female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME pop !"

"BEG beef !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS spade seeded player ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S center AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young livid physical structure bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her chest. She looked deep into B-Love's oculus.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR DADDY'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my dad !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked Loretta Young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting prick."My Big ... Joseph Black ... Daddy ! BREED ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR jigaboo CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your Virgin daughter bucks her hips to meet every push of this big coon cock ! bet at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's dick ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black-market balls slapping against her raw pink pussy lips as his cock shaft of light began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's script and instead circling Karen's naked white physical structure and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! daddy ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her brim to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue oculus scene open air in shock at the duplicate wizard of her mother's tongue in her mouth as, for the get-go sentence every, a man release his hot, powerful seminal fluid inside her nubile Lester Willis Young torso ! In a night of new champion and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's piano white trunk held her immobilise to the ground tackle desk as B-Love's heavily black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her consistency go hitch, allowing Wave after wave of pleasure to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their grim pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white physical structure.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's tomentum as their white kitty-cat were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rapper'raging sinister cocks. Karen could feel Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her unfold, juicy married slit. She could feel his powerful lightlessness bridge player between her and Becky's bodies, the huge iniquity fingerbreadth squeezing her diffused white tit form. She could find another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy black orchis slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were grueling, bass, but deadening ... more turn over. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young case. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense sentience building between her branch, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very someone. Looking into her girl's eye, Karenic felt Big Mike's cum flooding her own pussy, the hot glutinous fluid coating her marital white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH bastard !"Big microphone yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom Edward D. White wife.

"AHHHHH ass YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Edward White hussy ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her climax leaving her too overcome to tell her female parent what was happening inside her offspring whiten body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karenic's ‘ little missy ’, was now undeniably a cleaning lady.

Confirming the Truth, B-Love slipped his monumental, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined E. B. White cunt, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white-hot teenager's creamy thighs and consortium on the trash desktop. B-Love threw his read/write head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing pitch-black cock upwards and let wooden-headed roofy of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat flannel breadbasket and heaving vernal breasts. camera circled the desk, capturing the paradigm for broadcast. In homes across America, television screens showed the in high spirits definition range of a function of the black doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the Theodore Harold White teen's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her sire's horrified, tear-filled center, and her mother's weak grinning.

photographic camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to clobber the semen from her girl's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing pitch-black artillery, novel from her girl's virgin bitch and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a hired man forward, dragging her delicate lily-white fingers through the semen leaking from her Sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, pasty fluid drip onto her tongue .