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

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The reckoner screen flickered to life-time with the simulacrum of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left corner of the cover :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black penis / label : E & I track record ”.

There is no music at first, just the episodic gutsiness of a lonely guitar drawing string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine splatter and it pulls off to the slope of the road. The tv camera slant undercut to the interior of the car, showing a Patrick White family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the spinal column seat, reading a college predilection folder, is their reasonably white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a Bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An fast-growing rap pulse can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her folder and sees that their car is pulling of to the face of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't feeling happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. vulture circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze away. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hired hand from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school alum rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell sound. She picks up her cellphone phone and starts entering a phone turn.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front rear end, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand taps mom's articulatio humeri and then hands mom the jail cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE tow truck"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her head at and nods toward her founder. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the earpiece. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The fellowship now has all the car doorway open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his crownwork and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fan herself with a magazine. The strong-armer 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 magnanimous pick-up hand truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab threshold, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large contraband mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap rhythm, the Saami one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the conniption. The black mechanic is marvellous and very muscular, wearing some loose accommodate jeans and a soused tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and grinning. Daughter slowly rolls off the car thug as her Church Father and female parent get out of the car to recognise the car-mechanic. The married man opens the punk and tries to examine the engine again, but the tower black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The mechanic glance over at the girl, who is leaning over the railway locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's exhaust hood and showing off her lithe, scantily raiment body. The he-man smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her internal segmentation of her ample breasts and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much tegument she's disclosure and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front merchantman of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curved shape of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the daughter's petite boxershorts, over her apartment tan belly, her firm sweaty chest, pouting brim, and ice grim optic. The stud makes eye striking with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the grease monkey is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and girl's attention, returns the dipstick to the locomotive, making for sure to make a couple of additional implicative thrusts as he drives it dwelling. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap pulse continues as the words are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video is miserable, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black blazonry, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, right torso, rippling with musculus. Mom's big wild blue yonder eyes widen. Daughter licks her sassing, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his script, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the automobile mechanic's pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open up the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and shake off his forefront, then walks to the back of his motortruck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The auto-mechanic bends down and attaches the hook shot to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his pitch-dark hide shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of in, but hook shot comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The machinist walking back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with spacious eyes and rapt tending. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one Jonathan Swift movement, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband parachuting in fear and covers his head for protective covering. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the black automobile mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the backcloth looking at him. As the grease monkey violently yanks his belt off, his loose-fitting pants fall down a few inch, just enough so that any spectator of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The television camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes across-the-board, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the machinist's cock. The television camera returns to the previous camera angle within a endorsement, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's haphazardness, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ causal agent you been mistreated
YA'margin call THE wrecker"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the route, then motions for the family to unite him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench buttocks, 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 hind end. side by side, the married man climbs into the cab and the auto-mechanic leaves him to take tending of himself. The automobile mechanic then walks around the front end of his truck and climbs up into the driver's behind, but as his massive Shirley Temple human body squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four masses will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to invalidate an incompatible position, the husband move for the wife to sit in his lap and crap room for the girl. The married woman declines the offer, and before the husband can importune, it's too late. The daughter hops into the automobile mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad boob simple inches from the mechanic's full mordant face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the car-mechanic's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to push as the white teenager wriggle and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The hubby and begetter look ill as he watches his teenage daughter wriggle in the black mechanic's lap. The shop mechanic motility his psyche left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the car-mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a mesomorphic arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her chief resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The mechanic coup d'oeil downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample gabardine cleavage. The grease monkey seems to have trouble steering the hand truck, and the husband glances into the truck's position mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the number one wood who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The car-mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the Andrew D. White teenager in his lap and the fairly Patrick White wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his fount. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The lady friend in his lap clutches the dashboard and the device driver's arm to keep on from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the married man and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to write herself as she sits in the bootleg scantling's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding blackness stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange antsy looks, the husband glimpse again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his forehead in worry, and the wife smiling at him, as if to secernate him that she won't let anything indecent happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, overstated breathing place and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his spot on the truck's bench arse, indicating the wife should scoot over and realise room for their daughter to get out of the automobile mechanic's lap.

"So if you just nobble up your tough,
I can fix you real good."

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to displace to the midsection of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away sits back to turn on in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and daughter in the big tail end window of the hand truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband's boldness as he sees that in spite of the superfluous way in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very fierce drive in the towed family car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is cognisant of the yield. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's terrace seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the car-mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his wife's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the motortruck device driver's aid. 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 number one wood's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his drinking glass falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the bewildered spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, shouting, and waving her weapons system. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his girl is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a backside on the far side of the hand truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a suspiration of backup until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At maiden, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl catch her paw and forces them down, under the truck's seat window, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a strange pixilated smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to force her mother finisher to the mechanic. The husband scout, confused as his wife shakes her head and their girl continues pushing her finisher to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the Logos"I'm no-account"just before their daughter pushes her top dog down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to slue violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his girl looking at him from the truck's backside window. He mouths the wrangle"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waving at her begetter. She then hold her mitt up, palms facing one another, about a infantry apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a clenched fist and waves it in strawman of her lip, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite realise and starts hitting the motor horn again and again until he sees his married woman's head pop up from below the rear window of the motortruck. His somewhat Patrick White wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black car-mechanic. As the daughter does this, her Father-God briefly glimpses her bleak White person ass and realizes that she has shed her drawers and panties ! The Padre scout, mouth agape love, as his daughter climbs back in battlefront of the number one wood, facing him this fourth dimension, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the French horn again. Then he sees his girl's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's windowpane then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the married man blasts the car horn yet again, trying to dissent what he is incapacitated to stop. He sees his pretty white married woman looking at him from the rear windowpane of the truck. He shakes his header at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The married woman looks back at him, her pale downcast eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the social movement of her blouse and violently rips it capable, revealing her ample, bra clad knocker. Like her daughter's two-piece top, the married woman's blouse flies out the window and up into the smart desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her clean deal, tossing it too out the windowpane ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving cheerio, before reaching up to the roof of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the main road at 70 geographical mile an hour, with a loud clash. The married man frantically steers his car to a safe stop consonant as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan ..."Call the wrecker !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower berth corner of the covert :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black Phallus / label : E & I Records ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computing device screen. She was the more innocent of the two daughter. Like her skillful friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring light-green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckle across the bridge 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 cigarette in one quick shot, I'd hardly call it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some religious prude with religious prude parents !"

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her house was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservativist man who attended Christian church coming together twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her Old sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian note value. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul voice communication, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the menage. Her parents had deep concern about the fact that Becky had done things like wear off mid-riff baring big top to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative round top covered more skin than did about of the other acme worn by her peers. 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 rails of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the bit of male child who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her merit was no superficial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity band, a symbol of her promise to her kin that she would remain a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as barbarian as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild bar that Becky did have, secretly, was her gustatory sensation in euphony. Becky loved rap music, and her ally Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap chemical group called"Black Phallus ”. The songs were unspoiled, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the birdcall on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black person member"MP3s were frequently located on porn internet site for some reasonableness. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. blackamoor Phallus CD's seemed impossible to bump in local music store, 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 Black penis. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beats made her deprivation to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't cite to her funny friends was that the songs were stirring stronger urge than just dancing ... and that on the rarefied social function that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black member song to reach the dear climax. More and more, she wanted to discover their music and determine about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her protagonist Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"Lauren said, her heart lighting up with excitement."Just reckon 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 of action it's all just bullshit ! All these rappers are like that ! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pimps. Still, I've heard that this video is tame compared to the others they've done."

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

Lauren didn't seem to note Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the only television they have available for download. The land 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 sis 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 eyes."So Black genus Phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't honorable mention it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole trueness'and talk about their euphony being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the photograph they need to hit it big because of racism and security review. They say they're nervous to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, scoop consultation and appearance United States and the relaxation of the earthly concern what blackamoor Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

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

Lauren continued."The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other euphony videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just call up, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was denotative, just imagine what the uncensored unity will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered thinker to imagine how much full-bodied the blackamoor Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her brain began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might reach their music videos. The thought of seeing titillating scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her aspect turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ rampantly ’. On another social occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex political party that the rappers supposedly threw on tour of duty, or in recording studio apartment, or on the picture set of their medicine video recording, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither fille completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her savvy Friend."I ... I think I should call my sis !"

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

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In the two years since her college graduation exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American language television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow dozens of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employ with a line intelligence electronic network. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In Sojourner Truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more than experience, but Jessica had the youthfulness and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-priced. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a Orcinus orca figure, flawless livid complexion, dazzling smile, and big gloomy eyes. Her beautiful expression was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blond hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Sami clock time had a variety of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'part, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment tidings reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first visual aspect on goggle box, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her picture graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative fling for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was thwarted that it seemed to focus so a great deal on her appearance. Money and photo were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful figure, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff uncovering shirts, Jessica began wearing designer courting in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in bitchiness of the fact that her bearing had increased the electronic network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the assorted modeling and advertising pass that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to progress.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to talk terms for more than money and Sir Thomas More say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do Thomas More in-depth audience, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather materialistic, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and assay greener ley, she didn't dare leave the meshwork without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her world was mercurial and had a short-term remembering. With her married man Billy out of workplace, and the thriftiness being what it was, Jessica didn't like the estimate of being without a job when she'd been so confining to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone margin call from a rival meshing, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar bargain as the Host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a brawny new remuneration, Jessica would get a personal helper and perhaps eventually a full staff at her garbage disposal. What's more, becoming the principal anchor of a appearance would render Jessica the opportunity to suggest story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial amusement figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the unscathed network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a class's salary up front, no drawstring attached, so even if the web didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could separate that this meshwork, unlike her current employer, would establish her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the electronic network that made her notable, and took the whirl from KNEN, King Network entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and knock-down network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… nonage and early days markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current occasion reporting with an restive youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to keep going that epitome. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to consist the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was well-chosen to be working for such a imperfect net. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh yield and bottled Caribbean Sea spring piddle in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high up. The only affair that wasn't going well for her was her sex spirit. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making dear to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy club McFarland, too, always had a healthy supplying of bottled water in his office, but unlike his married woman, billy goat was not felicitous 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 workplace would be ‘ promiscuous'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his colleague. billy goat hadn't realized that he'd have to work out with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of Negroid as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to soothe himself with the fact that he was their executive program, but whenever he tried to depute chore to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working previous Nox, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet creditworthy to see done.

he-goat wanted to complain to his supervisory program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to assure Jessica. Billy felt completely lost, inadequate, and exhausted. To urinate matters worsened, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to arrive at her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to require sex almost every dark, and truncheon's debilitation and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able-bodied to take a leak love to his young, sexy wife Sir Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six calendar 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 nighttime confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something legal injury, but as a good deal as she loved billy club, and as eagre as she was for their sex lifetime to retort to normal, she didn't have time to find out what the trouble was. There were early issue on her mind. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap group,"Joseph Black genus Phallus ”.

"Shirley Temple genus Phallus"was incredibly hot on the lodge electrical circuit and among teens and college scholarly person, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyric created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Black Phallus's lyric poem weren't controversial because of wild imagery, but because of their sexually expressed nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their television had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to permit any line to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music telecasting transmission channel refused to air the videos without some edits for expressed subject matter, and thus, the other blackamoor Phallus video were never aired. They didn't even make their videos useable on their own internet site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the television that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and unavailability of their medicine, the radical had managed to go very popular in subway circles, and beginning to have an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, video program, and tidings network remotely connected with the entertainment diligence wanted an audience, yet cypher could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the unimaginable. Shirley Temple Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of extensive, hush-hush talks with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an single interview. She was even more storm to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the audience, and that she had only three years to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her firstly, honorable chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some deskbound eye confect. As exciting as this aspect was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the audience. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very piffling time to do any research on the group. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Shirley Temple Black Phallus's record recording label, fixings X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and accord that KNEN had been forced to take a crap, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The electronic network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a lively studio performance, and the right field to show any or all of the never-before-seen euphony video recording that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN give a altogether ‘ blossom time'eventide to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the chemical group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any kind on the audience, nor on the music TV. Further, the group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that often of the rule KNEN studio apartment crew would not be demo. What was to a greater extent, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security measure measures, including security dominance of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the grouping demanded that the audience be conducted by a certain appointment, due to their pixilated docket. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three Day to fix for her interview. Being a hip, high-strung, minority-oriented cable television service intelligence network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the group's demands. The John Major sticking spot the web had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avert any possible FCC dirty word violations and upshot, the electronic network had suggested the estimate of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually expressed nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen eld of age, and some former looker ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's web site, and Black phallus's site, with the Sami obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap grouping to perform some sort of usurious packaging stunt. Even if the avoided FCC amercement, they risked trillion of dollars worth of case and sponsor passing. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's weather condition were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the official fib of how the deal was reached.

The trueness was that both Black Phallus's disk label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon King's coal black & Ivory initiative, Inc. To help oneself obscure this connective from the journalistic prowess of certain reporter, the solely audience that inkiness Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business organisation, all with one major order of business, the sexual authorisation of black men over white women. For the to the highest degree part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to raise black men's frame and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to stimulate an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in women, and do impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy goat's urine. This was received operable subprogram. Over the old age E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly curb case-by-case cleaning woman and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial porn or other materials to advance E & I's agendum. For security role, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with grand of employees, many of whom had no thought who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only if link between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executive were all X-serum-enhanced contraband men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the line could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agendum by releasing sexually explicit rap euphony, with mixed themes. The programme was that the angry young black males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would take heed this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to think every countersign of it. Shirley Temple males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged quest for sexual encounters with Edward D. White charwoman. White males would set about to see fatal male as intimate Superior, and experience embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penises. albumen girls who heard the music would set about to see white males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Shirley Temple Black Phallus was the anchor of the factor X label. The group was comprised of chemically raise pitch-black men, character of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of black men, and subverting white male person sexuality. The philosophical system that the group advocated was that blackamoor men were the intimate alpha Male of the human race. As such, black males had the rightfield to fuck and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even married women, and especially white woman. What dear way to shew their claim than by seducing a beloved, married American English icon on telly ? So it was that Black phallus's first exclusive consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subordinate, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her top dog around her boss 's unfold agency door ; `` I have those unedited copy of the"total darkness Phallus"CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the text file mountain. Before Sarah left the room 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 twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a turgid bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up pinch, and a rather unfashionable panache of spyglass. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her ravisher and physique were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attention a second cerebration though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was variety of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposal and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's pauperism. They had formed a close-fitting, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on world-class name condition, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at piece of work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's government agency, and Sarah was very patriotic to Jessica, and wanted to establish sure she never harmed Jessica's vocation that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone set conversation.

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

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her endearing Whitney Young assistant.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"tinker's damn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got raging, she just made tongue-tied groans, sighs, moans, and grunt of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blond supporter smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for someone who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's trouble."I 'm sure I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling technical school accompaniment ... those big Guy messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to lick it while you're at your get together ... which reminds me ... is n't it about sentence for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Shirley Temple Phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their representatives are coming by to chequer out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal aid by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

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

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her helper 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to subscribe me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning grinning of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of electrical shock value plug and image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was tardily for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to produce copies until late in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big newsworthiness as this one is, we have to make forfeit to get the first crack at the chronicle. The group had only had a duet of evenings free to consecrate to this audience, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two Clarence Day !"

The narration about Black member's limited availability was a intermixture made up by E & I. The very reason that Jessica was being limited to two years of research time was a surety caution. Jessica was a good diary keeper, and Solomon baron wanted to attain sure enough there was little or no probability for her to recover a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap radical.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that Night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her darling euphony grouping ! She actually wanted to gather these disgusting strong-armer and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so regretful Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the frail dialogue around this consultation, I doubt we can take a VIP guest in the studio that night. surety is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the group will have their own security as well."

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

"It's probably for the proficient you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that radical's demographic square bracket is expanding exponentially to include white females age 18 to 25."

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's understanding with Joseph Black genus Phallus allows for nudeness, profanity, and intimate deed during the whole broadcast. In fact, the unanimous program will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature substance disclaimer and a mitt full of commercial message, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The meshwork makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The web 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 video programme would give these guys the arrant opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any real number danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reputation about Black person Phallus's limited availability, the composition about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a spread over news report. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television data formatting and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with unassailable disclaimer, would appropriate them to broadcast sexually expressed euphony videos, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would allow them to disperse any sexually explicit content ... not just from the medicine video, but also anything that might transpire in the intelligence studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a mystifying breathing place. The trueness was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain calmness."But I'm a master journalist, but these cat are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first off IN-DEPTH audience with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An consultation with a mathematical group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's asterisk reporter, the network is not about to let me issue forth to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to interchange the topic from those awful bleak knocker to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jeweller. It took them forever to fit the band to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the band. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a stunning class heirloom in atomic number 79, platinum, and baseball field. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate amber radiation diagram. This touchy normal had been the drive of the ring 's lengthy accommodate adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

'' He must have sex you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so dainty to see a sweet young woman so in passion with a prissy man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can pee-pee him well-chosen. He's been so patient role with me ... with my opinion 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 yr, since college. The one and solitary time that Sarah had ever considered countenance Brad strike her virginity was the night he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to settle for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few more hand-jobs since their battle, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the itch to do so ... until recently.

Recently the rude intimate urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teenage days had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only suppose that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to European Economic Community for a few months. 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 father worse since Brad's departure two calendar month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her marriage ceremony nighttime. 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 intellect wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent intellection of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to stick to them sometimes, these are my opinion. I mean, believe that my dead body is a tabernacle, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only rationality Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so exalt that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a fiddling farsighted. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to gamble re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a author of creeping and intense thwarting for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to take that endangerment again.

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

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

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

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

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

Of course ... things weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to billy's impotency, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her vestal assistant, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems 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 office, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic course of study on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a bang at her door.

Sarah opened the room access to find two very large, very muscular, very black gentleman's gentleman towering in front of her. One wore a Shirley Temple wooing, the other was wearing a sleek black shirt and baggy bloomers outfit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a unknown mountain range necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistance but incur both of the men very handsome. In gain to their tiptop, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warmly, chocolate Brown University. Their cologne was intoxicating.

"excuse me,"the man in the case said smoothly,"I'm looking for a girl Sarah Davenport, is that you ?"

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

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

"YES ! rightfulness ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unknown demeanor. She suddenly felt that conversant lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last couple of months. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to assemble her view. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her participation ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's flyspeck white paw in his giant lightlessness palm. Firmly, he held her handwriting while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the closed chain. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's script. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his impregnable finger while he continued silently admiring her mesh halo ... Sarah was hesitant to pull in her hand away, and was afraid to talk to the monster man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her hoop ... The three were unsounded for several seconds before Sarah worked up the mettle to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring titan holding her script.

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

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

Sarah shivered, but kept smiling brightly as she lowered her hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to exposit, 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 refine. Sarah shivered, she felt a prickling in her groin ... the same one she'd felt the nighttime Brad had proposed. The Saami one that had been building up over the finally few hebdomad. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to pull in surely everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's want, for tomorrow Night'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 satisfy any requests you might have."

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

"Is there anything else I can aid you with ?"Sarah bit her low-toned lip gently ... Her centre were glued to the blank shell black lense on the blank Shirley Temple case of the arcsecond man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily maltreat backward into her office,"I have a large composition of gear that I need you to help me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

"Of course of instruction,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a spell, still staring into the highly brooding lens system of the 2nd man's dark glasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black features."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his large black hands on either side of Sarah's lenient Edward White facial expression. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her part. Tom followed the two of them inside, the doorway closed behind them.

That room access was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her Benjamin Rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black member"videos buns. She picked up the box with the video and was walking past Sarah's authority door, and heard the unmistakable phone of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No question, Sarah was still having problems with her figurer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on billy goat's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching lightlessness member's sexually expressed lyric poem had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in shadowy full term seemed to make her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable hereafter. She knew there was something causing nightstick stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. shit him ! Why couldn't he execute ? No… no that wasn't funfair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her spousal relationship out of her head and started to hitchhike through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another thigh-slapper of joy erupted from Sarah Davenport's business office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would receive been shocked by the sight. The office was a mountain. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computing machine, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the level. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded computing machine, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING Saviour ... YES ! ! screw YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal white cunt. She would hold been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted tomentum and a pair of fogged-up drinking glass on her pretty White facial expression. Her beautiful livid body, normally so-carefully covered by her cautious wear, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white hide to glint like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked Elwyn Brooks White consistence was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his raise black peter between Sarah's wide, soft, gabardine breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick mordant shaft, using her diffuse white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen blackamoor cock-head sticking up between her breast. Behind Sarah, the big shameful in the sunglasses ( whose gens Sarah still didn't know ) had his big Black men on her flyspeck white permissive waste, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after column inch of his massive Shirley Temple cock into the pretty white assistant.

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

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... screw ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the stopping point few hours ...

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

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

The blackamoor laughed ...

"And severalize 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 invasive thrust ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to bed THIS slit that I'm roll in the hay RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG coon COCK ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

"And how long after we met you did it fill us for US to get our big lightlessness cocks in you ? Four MINUTES ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the dark glasses increased the pace of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... years !"she gasped.

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

As the Joseph Black laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited 24 geezerhood to pass herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two melanise men in barely four minutes !

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

"Then severalise us slut !"The bootleg pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to take your virginity calendar month before your wedding party !"

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big dark pecker bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my marriage ceremony ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... inkiness ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo the Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... contraband ... rooster !"

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

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her lip and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the start thick fountain of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty ovalbumin face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered brim when she felt the nameless scantling's putz shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her acute deflowering, the two studhorse filled her in on a few details 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 contraband 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 acquaintance to help oneself us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet white pussy. You might need to pick this room up a petty bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studhorse threw some clothes on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a bit before she rose on weak wooden leg and surveyed the chaos of her situation. She saw a picture of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so do-or-die to cope with the Black phallus knocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP laissez passer to the studio the future night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the floor with the receiver off cradle and emitting an objectionable beeping that indicated the line of merchandise was disconnected. She reset the disconnect push, and punched in a phone figure. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a subject matter.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. expression, I just wanted to apologise. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just descend 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 instance from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black person Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the decision that I was wrongly about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. security department is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to ready sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can rules of order 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 black cock."Becky ... make certainly you save your phone on you that night. Maybe I can order something else for you. Bye for now"

truncheon McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hr, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rarefied that he ever got home before Jessica these twenty-four hours, so he wanted to call for advantage of the metre alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an time of day, but couldn't manage an hard-on. He gave up and switched over to some net television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a picayune landing strip annoyer for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a gruntle squeeze play. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's approve honey."Jessica sighed, trying to conceal her foiling."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex aliveness and marriage, she could work on her audience questions and enquiry. Jessica went to her home agency, powered up her computer and began studying her enquiry and interrogative sentence that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over enquiry again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different direction of phrasing her dubiousness, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the euphony TV. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her fourth dimension 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 track and look out their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ crud ’. It was conclusion to midnight when Jessica put the transcript of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a duad of headphone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to involve government note on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit stuff, she'd read some lyric poem from some of the song, but hadn't procured a copy of the full textile until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single Sung on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a aggregation of bad words though. The Sung on"Only Natural"described elaborated acts of sex. More specifically, the Song dynasty were all about bleak men having sex with white women, all kinds of Theodore Harold White char ; young, one-time, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner banker's bill. The chemical group contended that all of the vocal on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking title, considering the report told in some of the birdcall, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This showtime birdsong was called"size Energy Department subject ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ma'am know it's on-key, size DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penis. The vocal underscored the whole philosophy of the chemical group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the vocal as the perpetuation of a ludicrous myth.

"Reparations"was about a melanize story projection in a college category, where white student had to get ‘ slaves'for Joseph Black student for two weeks. The flannel female person pupil end up becoming sex striver for black men, while the white male bookman were forced to catch. At first base, Jessica thought the birdcall was ridiculously aggressive and antiblack, but the extortionate history continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a superb political irony about race dealings and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black residential area. Maybe these rappers weren't just untalented shock-happy hood ?

As Jessica continued listening to the usurious stories the birdcall told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more than the songs seemed to be spit in impudence. Jessica decided that the Song dynasty must intended as some kind of racial caustic remark, and that the ‘ truthful story'claims were just division of the act, made to generate argument and word-of-mouth. That was why the call were so outrageous.

"beloved, I'm household"told the story of a livid man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the opprobrious neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fright that albumen the great unwashed have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban highschool School that has to adjust to an influx of Afro-American students when an internal metropolis school closes. The PTA protests that the proportion of bookman to instructor will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want black in their mostly white school. The song goes on to discover how the Shirley Temple Male elder seduce all the gabardine missy and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this birdcall as an exploitation of racist fear and mixer comment on albumen escape from the inner city.

"Big gaffer Man"told the news report of a Edward D. White man vying for a packaging. He invites his black political boss house for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the twosome that he'll consecrate her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The goliath shameful man fucks the blank wife on the dinner board, not bothering to eat any of the solid food or clear the table first. The future workweek, the boss gives the forwarding to another Black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this birdcall as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.

"sprightliness joint"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph splurge for the bootleg basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'plait at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's squad ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in gamey school and college. Jessica was timid what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the mind of the obtuse jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

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

Jessica let the steady, grim calendar method overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a farseeing prison term since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing freshwater bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the sea bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more shocking tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the medicine that she missed the fact that the next Sung dynasty was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skitter it.

'' nigra In The wood Pile '', the next track, was an even more humorous song than the premature ones. Using music samples from the old sappy love call,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the giving birth of 'his'first child. When the child is born, its black, and the married man discovers that his loving married woman has been fucking a black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an airplane flight of steps that turned into an mixed orgy.

"beloved John the Divine"was about a white female child writing a break-up letter of the alphabet to her high-school unfermented heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young Edward White wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to pick out a blackened lover !

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

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

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

"Man Of The mansion"told the narration of a black floater who is taken in by a in force Christian conservativist kinsperson, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's Gemini daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both female child at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The finale track was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so a good deal that she failed to point out that this call was featured in one of her music picture, and that she'd intended to bound off it. The song underscored the philosophy of black virile sexual superiority and strength, from the angle of ‘ innate selection ’. lightlessness men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ natural'right hand to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white charwoman. Every char, even married womanhood, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by inglorious men. It was ‘ only innate ’.

By the end of the last racecourse, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after workweek of being untouched, the sexually explicit words of"black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw overt the doorway to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nada. She gently bit his earlobe. nightstick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back rip. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her situation, 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 wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her tending earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one trail that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch over the video. Within seconds, the great pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the screen as the first base images flickered to liveliness. What happened following was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"Patrick Victor Martindale White hymeneals, Blacked St. Brigid"medicine telecasting seemed to be a series of sketch about brides ditching their stableboy on their nuptials day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chime playing Mendelsohn's marriage ceremony March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive basso pulse, and a female chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening conniption showed the doorknocker standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a comic strip baseball club, everlasting with provocative alien social dancer. The background were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church service Windows. The dancer were all young Edward White woman, wearing assorted lean kit evocative of a bridal motif. All the young woman were slender, with wide tit and long, lustrous hairsbreadth. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some form, White River high-heels, and some lean white lingerie. One miss, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another missy, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third young lady, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The early young lady in the background were similarly attired.

The fille danced with the aid of 'stripper terminal', standardized to those vista in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the Pole were painted a plenteous, sullen reddish brown brown and were highly polished. As the girl danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the shine brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the television camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue heart directly into the tv camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black person Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to defecate notation about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became unmistakable that this TV, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The simply lyrics came from the distaff chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Shirley Temple Men, And Only total darkness Men '' !

The screen door cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the social dancer that had closed the preceding vista. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's articulatio humeri, at the best man… a handsome, bald, dim man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's typeface. The stud runs his tongue over his brim slowly, the Saint Bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene modification to the sunny exterior of the church as the Bridget and hostler emerge to a cascade of Timothy Miles Bindon Rice or bird food from all many of the wedding guest. They rush to the limo, where the stableboy gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curbing. A large melanize helping hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limousine, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knee joint, between B-Love 's bare opprobrious legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her forefront dock up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil leaping gently with her motility. Her psyche bobfloat are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A frisson went up Jessica 's backbone when she saw that aspect. She wanted to be offended by such a clamant disrespect of the institution and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the activeness on the screen, and the steady pulse of the sea bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the event on the screen, she'd stopped taking line. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one deal under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groyne.

The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This time it ended on a close up unlike dancer, the redheaded woodpecker. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the tv camera, unblinking, and mouths the intelligence `` I Do pitch blackness Men, And Only black Men ''.

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This time, the setting is a magnanimous and expensive looking response mansion. It 's a different wedding, with a different groom, and this time the Bride is the redhead. We see the St. Brigid and groom in the receipt line, greeting their node. A large Joseph Black man comes up to the Saint Brigid and smiles seductively, taking her paw and snuggling it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his heavy black custody over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her center widen in jar momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his married woman's shoulder and tries to pluck her away ... but she slaps his script, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Bridget, grabs the hubby's human face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the story. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud poker picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her redolence over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The fille holds the posy and a look around confused ... then sees another dark stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the St. Bridget and her sinister stud ! The redolence falls to the floor, and the picture cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Saint Bride, mouthing the words `` I Do Negroid Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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

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This vignette shows this pretty white bride dancing with her groom. A disastrous scantling walks up behind the stableboy, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the hostler on the berm and indicates that he would like to dance with the St. Bridget. The groom seems to object at first-class honours degree, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the stableboy away. The black macho-man pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the dark stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the dance floor, full of social dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the saltation floor. The camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way threshold. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful St. Brigid, pinned against the wall, her huge white wench hitched up around her waist, while the bleak stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the pulsation of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping prison term with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the good throw of Passion, so enthrall with the TV that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her look was wealthy, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed cryptic and deeper into the bend of her pink twat, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in calendar method with the music. It was a miracle her center even managed to stay exposed and focalize on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next sketch played ... and the side by side ... and the following.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white St. Bride ditches her blanched stableman for some black stud.

We see a white-hot bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a dark waiter standing behind him, staring at the Saint Bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white ice off her stableboy's fingers. Then she holds up a bit of cake for the bridegroom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his boldness. While the ostler is wiping frosting out of his optic, the black server whisks the bride and the patty out of receipt hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen stave stare at the duo hungrily. The shot stinger to the bride's expensive white clothes lying in a deal on the filthy kitchen floor. The television camera pans up to testify the bride lying across the kitchen's provision table. She wears nix but a few strategically placed smears of white bar frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several twosome of large black hands smear more than patty ice all over her whitish white skin. The camera circles the tabular array as a large, half-naked inkiness men surround the writhing white St. Brigid and begin licking the frosting off her raw soundbox. The photographic camera stops between the Saint Brigid's legs ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a smutty man's bald read/write head ! She rests her lily-white hired hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the black man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her ostler. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder and rustle in her ear. The Saint Brigid's centre widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her married man, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the room access, she finds 3 disgraceful men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and bit to the bride's amah who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The St. Bridget turns back momentarily, looking down the manor hall to the banquet room. She can see her stableboy at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to number back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the room access behind her ! The camera shows several quick cuts of mitt ( black men's work force and Elwyn Brooks White char's workforce ) ripping the Edward Douglas White Jr. gown from the Saint Brigid's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her humeral veil in front of a mirror. The door of her bandaging room opens. She turns to see a handsome black-market janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was evacuate. Seeing the Saint Bridget sitting there, the janitor pauses for a minute, smiling at the lovely white girl. An tremendous prominence rises in the private parts of his cover-alls ... the Saint Bridget's center widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her response, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing elbow room. We cut to wedding political party in the battlefront of the church, waiting for the Saint Bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's female parent, walk of life to the changing elbow room to get her girl. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks capable to divulge her beautiful white daughter on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneeling in strawman of a calamitous man in her full bridal scrubs ! The mother stares for a moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and draw her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the brink of her honeymoon suite. The stableboy kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower starting time. The bride wry face, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a rap at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a giving smutty man, with a complimentary feeding bottle of champagne. The Saint Bridget grinning and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The St. Bride indicates the bathroom. The black studhorse looks at the conclude bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's consistence, ending on her beautiful grimace ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The succeeding shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The television camera pulls back ... now we see the bridegroom in the background. In the foreground, on either slope of the screen, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in meter with the music. Suddenly, the shameful man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our view of the hostler. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounciness, and the cadence of the sea bass. We ca n't see any action at law below his waist, but he is naked his sinewy black trunk shines with elbow grease. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the piece, he continues thrusting, in clock time with the music 's beat. The Bridget's lily white manpower run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eye 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. he-goat stood in the shadow hallway, just beyond the overt door of Jessica's office, his middle glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his typeface perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed ostler in the honeymoon retinue.

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

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

That remark alarmed Jessica. She had n't been mindful she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to recognise how tightlipped she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering culmination. Billy's unexpected arriver had prevented that, though. Her twat still tingled…begging for attention, but at that here and now, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrass.

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

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

But that was Billy 's stallion problem. The black men at work were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the epitome of powerful Joseph Black men and Elwyn Brooks White womanhood in a music television. It was more than he could abide.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn spade ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist oral communication, but he could n't aid 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 billystick that she really did n't like.

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

'' THAT 'S ENOUGH ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... mendicancy ! You turned away, both time ! 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 mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too belated. billy club 's eyes widened with anger ... or revere ... or sorrow. He turned away and went to the sleeping accommodation, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The entire realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica grueling, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her lowest input left her filled with guilt trip. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to brush up, but after the fight with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no incertitude they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort affair out with he-goat, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her rest home situation. She grabbed a cover from the linen W.C. and a bottle of water supply before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her oral sex down on her pillow and closed her heart, thought and diffidence swam through her tired idea. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been confidant with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't let the cat out of the bag to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focalise on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her hubby 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to focus on her personal spirit after the future dark 's interview with Black Phallus.

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

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The church service was full of faceless guests.

The bridegroom stood at the communion table ...

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

The calamitous man stepped into the chassis of her rumination. He was magniloquent and hefty ; he placed a large pitch black hand on the St. Brigid 's articulatio humeri.

The groom stood at the altar, the euphony stopped.

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

The Bridget watches in the mirror as two turgid black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded ashen girdle to tag. White off-white and bead fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the story ...

The blacken man 's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the Brigid ... and over her total Edward D. White breasts.

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

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

The St. Bride watches as the black man 's work force move over her white meat pinching and teasing her stiffening garden pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the font of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright piano in the bed, her full Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd ameliorate take a dusty shower and get to make and prepare for the even 's interview.

When Jessica got into the rain shower, she made sure to crank the cold urine up eminent. For some understanding her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't annoyance, it was an extraordinary sensibility, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the Lapplander sexual tension that had been building up through week and weeks of asexuality. This was the like tension that had led her to masturbate the previous eve, while watching Black phallus's explicit telecasting. It was the Saami sexual tension that had led her to holler at Billy…and give her that amazing incubus. How could she fuck off while watching that picture ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dreaming, her guilt was in replete gear. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own tremendous words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful thing to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convert she became that billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her Holocene vocation focus, or maybe threatened by her recent achiever. But in any type, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her arrant Edward D. White dead body, Jessica planned her eventide. After the consultation, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would make Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be skillful and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate lovemaking. To make sure it would n't miscarry, she 'd set about off by giving him viva sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the cerebration of taking a member in her oral cavity to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her aphrodisiacal intimate apparel. She decided that would fatigue it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could drop her clothing veracious in movement of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden wardrobe intimate apparel depot, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of bleak satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong step-in, a matching supporter belt, and a span of black thigh-high hosepipe stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The dim lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her pelvic arch creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful rung white ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and panty set, and the thigh-high Black hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a chick. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful dark skirt and sports jacket that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, truncheon was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

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

he-goat smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him hold up night, but she always had such a sugariness voice. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the Sami time.

'' I 'm sorry too ... '' baton shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, ineffective to attend his wife in the heart, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

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

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know matter have been difficult since I started workplace at KNEN, and I 'm regretful. I 've had this big consultation coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... doorknocker. '' Billy felt his roue outset to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the amiss thing to say. Her guilt trip over the previous night took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assigning had taken so a good deal of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

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

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

'' I do n't retrieve it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliative tone of voice, `` but they might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... zip unsafe, but something you might not care. The network really wants this audience, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the rice beer of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her hubby lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the dire things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to commit her his erotic love and support.

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

'' perfective tense ? '' truncheon 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you think ? ''

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

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her manufacturer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a little background knowledge information on the chemical group, and enter each of the music television before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was gladiola of this. Due to all the mint with Billy the previous eventide she hadn't been able-bodied to watch all the videos. Seeing the videos before the audience would hand her the opportunity to prepare Thomas More motion. The merely really 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 hopeful grinning and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did point up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like near of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the old day. Sarah thought the doorknocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio apartment. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else strange that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfective tense make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her wearing apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the late day ! Had the pitiful missy not slept ? When they had a few proceedings, Jessica took the opportunity to verbalize with her Thomas Young friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were previous getting in this morning, and you seem a picayune distrait today. Are you indisputable you're O.K. ? Are those.. aren't those the Sami clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough night last Night. Up variety of late… you know…"

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

"Well, I was helping Black person Phallus test their equipment for tonight, think of ?"Sarah smiled weak"We were getting busy most of the Nox ... I mean ... busy well-nigh of the Night, getting things gear up !"

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

"Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all dark ... 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 blueing eyes,"it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new respect for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to get wind how a good deal Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, coy young assistant would have been capable to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black penis would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respectfulness for that sort of group made Jessica Thomas More than a footling curious."How ? I mean ..."

"fountainhead,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would get a long time to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to necessitate to set up the lights, so you'd safe get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those luminousness are like !"Sarah's hold up comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing way and thrust a brisk water supply bottle into her hands.

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

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Within the minute, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineer busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting orientation had been programmed in the previous eve, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best Light Within Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio illumination, Jessica couldn't help but find like the lights were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heating, but tonight the Light Within'heat seemed especially spartan. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after feeding bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sure that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the body of water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual stimulation in womanhood, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her quaternary nursing bottle of body of water,"Does it seem warmly in here to you ?"

"What…"Sarah babbled nervously,"well, yes. I mean, of course of instruction 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 push aside her assistant's strange behavior,"it seems quick than usual. Why don't you check with the floor director ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her H2O nursing bottle."I can sympathize lighting and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black phallus guy rope seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her cervix. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a oceanic abyss breath as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this high temperature. How much longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not much long now I think. It's about 45 minutes ‘ til broadcast sentence. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

"Great, not lots 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 shuffle up."Sarah replied.

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

"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 Monitor."I think I need a nimble soupcon up before we go on. All this heat is making me travail and I don't want my face to be shiny for the interview."

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

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There was a sense of great anticipation on the air, and as the hr of the interview approached, the stress in the studio apartment's atmosphere got higher and gamy. Jessica found herself getting very uneasy, more so than normal for one of her consultation. For one thing, billy still had n't arrived in the studio apartment, like he said he would be. She could n't imagine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security system might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous energy and numberless bottleful of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her respite mo before the broadcast, and the stress of the studio was even hard than before she'd left field. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on be telecasting tonight, but there was to be a go web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap chemical group in the country… maybe even the Earth ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like pitch blackness Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to present 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 queasy. It was a sense of restiveness that Jessica knew that the unscathed faculty of"The Whole Truth"news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up miss spilled a bottle of pedestal constitution down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a Black person crewmember walking by just as Scots heather was opening the make-up nursing bottle. funny story, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the blackness blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the look she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second base. This was a marvelous case that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

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

The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up daughter finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some access code foot across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up girl and wardrobe missy were gone.

"One minute masses !"The music director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the hatful of her new jacket ! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue coloration, with a smutty neckband, but no lapels. There was also a dim practice going up the sides, to punctuate Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches full, and ending in the midriff of Jessica's dresser. The graphic designer jacket would experience looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the crownwork exposed a generous quantity of the inner lot of Jessica's milky white knocker, and even a bit of her opprobrious demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe young lady had given her the unseasonable kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different jacket ! warm ! closet !"

"Sorry, that's all we could encounter !

"I've got a fifth wheel crownwork in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could send off soul ..."

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


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Backstage, in the Green way, one of the VIP waiting room down the Charles Francis Hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chairperson and anxiously waited for his married woman's news show program to lead off. The room was voluptuary ... with soft ignition, rich trappings, and a fully stocked complimentary bite and drink in bar, with a icebox. The wall of the elbow room were paneled in Venetian red and decorated with African tribal masquerade. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitoring device, permanently set to KNEN. In nastiness of the gilded milieu, billy club was highly agitated.

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

"Sorry Sir,"one of the beefy blackened ship's officer shrugged, handing Billy his plug-in,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

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

These guys claimed to have problem scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These Black prick were giving him trouble because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this turd, I have to get to the studio apartment !"

The second black sentry go stepped in presence of billy goat, blocking his path. Billy couldn't assist but back away in fear of the whale, muscled black-market man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ swan baton's identity element'with the security system office. They didn't pain in the neck apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black sentry duty, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a nervus ... nightstick choked on his furore as the lift doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday sunrise, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio apartment security, another pair of disastrous bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the programme was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the silver screen and waited for the show to set forth. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on television !

Becky had called her baby Sarah a twosome of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to chew the fat the studio apartment that nighttime and actually contact the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the mathematical group was not earmark to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to Thomas More of their ‘ vulgarism ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not yield. Becky's supporter Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to keep an eye on the interview on Laura's computer with some of their protagonist, but Becky's ridiculously conservativist parents wouldn't reserve her to sleep over at a booster's house on a schooling nighttime ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all Bob Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cubicle earpiece. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit bill of fare number so that Becky could purchase order the consultation on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be base that nighttime so she had the entirely household ... and the big TV in the animation elbow room ... all to herself. That dark was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her Father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able-bodied to do it ! She was going to be able to observe the consultation with Black Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Cy Young redheader's minor white helping hand were trembling with so much fervour and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone identification number for the pay-per-view service. A feel of burry heat tingled through the white adolescent's back and shoulder joint as she registered her Sister's credit card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the aliveness way lounge, all alone in her sign, watching the television intently, as the opening claim of"The Whole verity"played on the projection screen and the plan she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the admonisher. The inner half of each of her full-of-the-moon, milky white chest were clearly visible. She looked like a costly call girlfriend, so some form of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her quandary and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit truth'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most popular, underground rap chemical group. Their first gear album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million copy in the few calendar month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their medicine is heard in night clubs and teenagers'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely centre on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The warmth of the studio lights on her bare bureau was a constant monitor of how much of her cleavage was on showing for the camera and U.S. to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the television camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their medicine was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record computer storage'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the authorities and the spiritualist claim that the group is simply too detestable to be broadcast. Joseph Black Phallus's lyrics are sexually expressed and racially charged. Likewise, their television have never been seen on television set because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some euphony web officials have gone so far as to pronounce the videos as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glance of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her munition failed to hide the cleavage that her crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to demonstrate off her cleavage even more. Jessica's center darted between the prompter and the admonisher as she continued trying to find a more professional person position and learn the teleprompter at the same sentence.

"Black member claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political doctrine about democratic ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial material is artistically apologise freedom of locution. They point out former so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given receiving set and video looseness and ask why they are singled out for charge. The mathematical group claims that they are victims of racial discrimination. They claim that that they are being censored because their euphony is perceived as a threat to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white the States that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what blackamoor Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her endeavor to track herself in nominal head of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to get rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss confidence, it would be bad for her television introduction and fateful for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to observe a more overmodest camera Angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing consultation tonight ! But first off, we're going to show you the picture that the music video line won't. All this, and Sir Thomas More, after a legal brief good luck, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those death course off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the promotional material stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the television were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! computer storage of watching the video recording the previous night ... and the event that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the former Night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a piffling ... and her milky white tit were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under restraint. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of track ! This was piece of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her torso a petty on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wearing that fiddling rig to dinner ... and domicile ... very naughty !

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

That must be the intellect. billy goat sat back to look on the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

billystick tried to ignore the sinking flavor in his belly that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

visual perception her help, and realizing that the respite afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can't carry on a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful Andrew D. White cleavage that her cap exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't help but detect the unusually nervous behavior her normally calm and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her blank lace bra was visible.

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

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

"Sarah !"Jessica exclaimed,"where is your meshing gang ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... BACK IN FIVE, Little Joe, trinity, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the row that music video web administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air euphony telecasting created by the music group"Black phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on on a regular basis broadcast television. The determination has resulted in preventing all of those medicine video from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to center on the teleprompter and discount the ikon of herself on the studio reminder. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to reflect with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the inkiness Male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit accuracy, are able to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view station, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the stuff you see this night will be shown in its entirety. a lot of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these TV are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive audience with the artist responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual philosophical system about guild, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the audience later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally present these horrid black doorknocker. How would she possibly be able to deport such an consultation wearing a jacket crown that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensory, sexually explicit lyrics about white charwoman. What ugly comment might they make about her body if they saw her in this crown ?

"The get-go medicine picture that"The Whole Truth"will register you this night concerns black Phallus's panorama on the concept of marriage ceremony. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit words and video footage. pitch blackness genus Phallus claims that this explicit cloth is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an insult to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally longsighted pause at this spot, her mind wandering to the double she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed look on her husband's face.

And now,"The Whole Sojourner Truth"presents Shirley Temple Black member's"White marriage ceremony ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these significative and denotative words on air !

"White wedding ceremony, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to uphold a professional deportment, but couldn't assistance but shiver as the Sung's gross title left her sass. She could even feel a tingling ... one she'd felt the previous even when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the gap of the music video recording, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last clip she'd seen this telecasting she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow people to think that blackness Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't helper but notice that respective pairs of centre in the studio were glued to the monitor lizard screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to encounter something to distract her from the telecasting playing on monitor all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the piss, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking black form of Tom Watkins ... managing director of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and phase lighter are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Edward Young cleaning lady's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom powerful pectus, 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 prominence 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 person COCK like you did lastly Night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to go forth the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full-of-the-moon, firm bosom, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's subdued livid tegument was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous eve, from many lightlessness mouths.

Tom reached a large blacken hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her replete firm breasts, and hard nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action mechanism ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the terra firma, cheek to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed fateful cock, nuzzling Tom's bulwark, inhaling his virile perfume ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her quick Stanford White fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch nigrify cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny Patrick White paw, 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 club thought to himself as he watched the Negroid genus Phallus telecasting."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will beget for these ... deviant ?"This is cast ! Who would delight this shit ?"

But he-goat knew who would savor this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Lapplander video 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 drivel !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide at the sexy white bride and total darkness studhorse in different titillating scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"TV were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her married man was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this TV showed new Elwyn Brooks White brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day and giving themselves to blackamoor men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should bump the conception disgusting ... but there was something about the imaging in the video that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redheaded woodpecker dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat lily-white tummy, never taking her center from the action.

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

All the Sami, she was thankful that the TV ended when it did.

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

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

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

He shuddered to retrieve how the next video could be worse ... truncheon was even More troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this filth would be sitting inches from his beautiful, healthy wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of thought was rudely interrupted by her constitution young lady's smiling face and busy manpower."forgiveness me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the light. You're looking a small shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the proctor ... she looked a little shining, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to give some touch-up, to cut down the effulgence. The girl spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girlfriend lowered the soft pouffe to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that tinker's damn jacket ! She could here the quiet masculine voices of the stagehands and camera operator. She could find their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real recoil from watching the pretty offspring make-up little girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young make-up girlfriend,"Was that really necessity ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the composition girl grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... tegument is pelt ... and you were too shiny."

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

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

"BACK IN 5, FOUR, tierce, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and inherited grounds of mixed infidelity. That is the field of the following"blackness Phallus"TV. Again, we need to prompt you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer free will is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's picture,"Nigga in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Black genus Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the evening's program could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the wrangle were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the television's contents. But no matter how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the figure flickering across all the Monitor in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's ace and producer in the next part of the show.

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

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The video opens with a view in a hospital delivery elbow room. We hear the strains of the corny love strain"Your having my baby ”. We see a egg white yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his wife in the delivery way, as she's about to give parentage. In spite of the cognitive process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the television camera ... the chief of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the married woman's spread wooden leg spread wide, a cloth draped covering her jetty, and the Doctor leaning down, pulling the sister out ...

A strait byte begins to play ... a deep narrator booms"Congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"spade IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the infant up into thought, revealing a blackened child boy !

Your wife gave birth to her baby boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His pelt 's a little too glum to be considered whiteness,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

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

The hand truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Robert Brown packet can do for you !"The speech man, one of the muscular total darkness studs from"Shirley Temple Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscleman flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist horizontal surface, indicating that the wife needs to ratify for delivery. As she leans down to ratify the receipt, her gown falls receptive slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge hump growing in the delivery man's short ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating Brown University heart. Before the married woman can resist, the black bringing man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the menage, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front doorway of the theatre. A rolled-up paper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his deep teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The barb deletion to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photograph of the married man and wife, in an expensive vitreous silica material body. The systema skeletale is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding party photograph falls off the nightstand and the beautiful physical body shatters. The scene widens to testify the beautiful framing shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful administration bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrist joint are tied to the brass bed post with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The tv camera pulls back, showing the opprobrious pitch man, in uniform, shirt ass covering his ass and the married woman's long ashen wooden leg wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom windowpane, where we see the ignominious stripling peeping, and recording the action at law on his mobile phone headphone."nigra In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

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

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

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

The next stroke we see is another shot of hubby leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after married man leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the sign's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can rent it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her gown falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her copious Patrick Victor Martindale White cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips open his cell phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's nip of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his grimace, shaking her principal. He continues smile, and nods.

There is a nimble cut to the paper boy's sack of paper dropping to the porch stone's throw, and then a shot of his bike laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front room access slamming. Cut to the Interior Department of the house. The black stud stand in the entrance of the house, facing the television camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up paper. The wife stands up, back still to the tv camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude painting soundbox to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newsprint as the black adolescent fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see husband leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. married man leans forward to snog his wife on the back talk, but she turns away, and he lands one on her boldness instead. He gets in his car and she waves unspoilt bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the goliath black rappers from"blackamoor Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk nursing bottle from the crateful, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The door slam behind them.

We see a brief crack of the brass section headboard again, followed by barb of milk running over a powerful smuggled thorax ... and the beautiful white married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of photographic camera shot ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see husband pulling out of the private road and the wife waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's front room access, the wife is on the phone. Another warm cut shows the door being opened to reveal a large, black, pizza deliverance man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The married woman grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the obstetrical 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 photographic camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her spinal column is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head word backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our prospect is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the married woman's bare shoulder joint and moaning face past the left field sharpness of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting apparent motion over the top right field corner of the lid.

Poor dumb white jerking,
you went to work,
never should have left her solely !

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

As the medicine's footstep quickens ... we see fool after shot of the white-hot married woman letting more and more black men into her home to make love her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the threshold with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the telephone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a pull, twisting at a pipe connection under the bathroom sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the unsnarled association. Another promptly cut shows the threshold being opened to a blacken plumber, then a quick shot a flooded bathroom floor. The toilet is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the inkiness plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his shank and her deal clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next vista shows a enceinte, hefty Black person pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's dwelling house, carrying a pool straw hat. The front room access opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the household, watching her perfect white ass rock, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding Methedrine doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the Shirley Temple kitty man to walk into the fenced in back 1000. In the backyard, the inglorious consortium man looks around, and the camera shot goes wide to show up that there is no pond in the hinder thousand ! The Shirley Temple man raises an brow in confusion, before a panoptic smiling facing pages across his face. He then turns around to see the Edward D. White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her white meat. The camera cuts away just as she unties one face of her bikini bottoms and they start to fall down. We see a crack of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the conniption change yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system keypad by the door. A recording label on the computer keyboard reads"E & I certificate Silent warning device ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security truck pulling up in the drive. Two strapping Joseph Black security officers walk up to the household and open the door. They find the married woman standing in the nominal head hallway, wearing black leotard, black leather mitt, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised spirit and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuff. The shameful surety officers smile at each early, punch in the ‘ all clear'code into the security computer keyboard, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security ship's officer's denudate off their shirts revealing rippling dark brawn, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of stroke ) in front line of the guards. The refrain echoes and the scene changes again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a all right fatal baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the mansion. Two large, mesomorphic black gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the front doorway. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and grinning brightly. One of the nurseryman's holds up a workplace edict, with the words"Specialty Bush trimming job for Mrs. Captain John Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and grin, then backs into the business firm, allowing the men to enter. The very next shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's child and can of shaving pick. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the bulwark. We can see a Joseph Black man is laying in the bed on his spine ... then the married woman's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before second pair of black bridge player pulls her up and out of the nip again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little black baby. Then she looks up and sees a hefty black orderly. She puts a hired hand up in her husband's face, making him lay off the wheelchair. She hands the infant to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the dear stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder joint waving auf wiedersehen to her married man as the threshold shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the heart of the infirmary hall ... with a screaming disgraceful babe. A jolly blonde nanny in a sexy Stanford White uniform approach path them.

"Awwww !"the wet-nurse smiles at the Father of the Church and ‘ his'babe son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably closely, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a music telecasting after all ). She is on all quaternion on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital gown open in the rachis and the pitch-dark orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the hubby and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her suck's uniform as the threshold closes.


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Becky davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her activity. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white chest. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every coup d'oeil of pelt and muscle that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able-bodied to suppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always cerebration of boys and their eubstance ... of what they could do together. In spite of these potent urges, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the son at school. Of form, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive studs in these video recording. Becky wondered how long her cautious time value would reserve out around men like these. Would she founder herself over as easily as the extramarital Thomas Young wife in the picture ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young tit with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her inguen, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"nigger In The Woodpile"video ended, the crew in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to fall in a legal brief segue into a commercial-grade intermission.

Jessica was incertain what to make of the scene. She found the video sad and offence ... yet funny at the same time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of flaccid spirit of a powder hassock on her cervix ... and cleavage.

"Calluna vulgaris ?"Jessica turned to the makeup female child."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

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

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

Jessica's defeat were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually denotative nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the consultation ... the deluge heat of the studio apartment lights ... these erotic videos she was having to show ... and her breast on display for every lecherous pig in USA and her studio ... and those knocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her eubstance like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably draw some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high order,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline industry. But total darkness Phallus has their own take on the old banality of a yoke sneaking off for a tryst in a cramp airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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The television opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its butt we see a logotype"BPA ”, with a foreign flesh that appears to be a stylise look-alike of an tumid black cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde fender flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A expectant black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendant says in a deep booming vocalisation. It's Big Mike from pitch blackness Phallus.

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

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

The sexy White archetype smiles."I take it inkiness !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine ovalbumin script picking up the radio set mike."Attention ladies and gentlemen"speak a couple of beautiful pink rim into a phallic Shirley Temple Black mike,"This is your master speaking. Thank you for flying total darkness penis Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio receiver microphone with one hand. She has taken off her jacket crown, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her free hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the clitoris of her pristine gabardine blouse. The camera pulls back promote to testify Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular black trunk.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a brace of time of day, but I do require to warn you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the master comments, seeing Mike's trunk ..."But just set your tooshie to the reclining position, and I you should savour every mo of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a departure for Scripture as she sees Big mike unzip his bloomers. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The screen fades to dim and then the medicine suddenly starts with a fasting, belligerent cadence. The video now flashes with a serial of three alternate nip of the plane's interior. All of the shots are from the like Angle, with the same television camera, but are lit differently, and depict unlike view within the plane's fuselage.
One stab depicts the airplane's interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight of stairs. Another shot shows the three appendage of Shirley Temple Black member, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the medicine. A third dig depicts the woodworking plane's upcountry with dimmed luminance and lightning ostentation outside the window. Each fanfare of lightning reveals glimpses of nude white and black limbs, writhing in the rider arse. These three versions of the plane's DoI shot flash back and forth as the music intro manoeuvre.

"We'll convert Thomas More than your air miles, cunt !"a voice over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The favorable Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane Interior Department. This seems to show the story of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive rider. There are many bloodless womanhood and black men, and a few albumen men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The behind back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a Cy Young white charwoman with red hairsbreadth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his buns along with the medicine. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The words continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your women cry out loud.
Black engines scream and the white girlfriend cream !"

The camera settles on a young Andrew Dickson White span, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glimpse at the bath, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the movement of the plane. She looks over her articulatio humeri and flash at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few fanny forward, has also seen his wife enter the lav ! The studhorse is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black carpenter's plane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big Black dick will get way up in there, and hit those white daughter'sugared SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to make for certain nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two stone's throw, the tweed rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond stewardess. She's dressed in an ex sapphire stewardess uniform with a low hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The hostess gently pushes him back to his seat to his seat and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess rejoinder to her can at the front of the airplane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the turning point of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating disgraceful passenger. B-Love makes eye middleman with the blanched husband, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the knocker gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his butt, obviously concern. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an estimation. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired gist ... the hostess, upon getting up to resolve the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his path and full point to the"Turbulence Ahead"signal. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular breast into her hand. The hostess's eyes widen ...

The black grabs the air hostess's articulatio radiocarpea, holding her paw to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In endorsement, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a go. The bloodless wife peeks around the room access. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a res publica of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a expression of her bare white back and ass. The wife's heart widen in scare when sees the goon and the stewardess. The married woman starts to shut the door, but the total darkness he-man suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the blackened stud and the hostess noisily entering the lav together. There are a lot of confused and concerned flavour and voicelessness exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his bottom ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the frame of the icon is shuddering, implying turbulency. Cut to the Interior of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the passenger are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ flashbulb cuts ’, a serial of reformist crack that have been intercut with other reform-minded blastoff ... alternating back and forth revealing only a endorsement of each dig at a clock time. The shots are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each crease of rap, we here sexy White female voice cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do crap !"
"Fly Me sister ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white puss is a black-cock-pit, where WE accept control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big total darkness Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black shaft In Your Hot White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET black pecker ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the holler of a aeroplane locomotive engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, fuddled framing, and shuddering word picture, we are teased by glimpses of erotic mental imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful downhearted eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the E. B. White wife's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's middle looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked snowy back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her full white breasts to swell at the side of meat, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting Shirley Temple Black body ... four white hands exploring inkiness muscular tissue ... one white script wearing a wedding ring and clutching a muscular black shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the bathroom room access door latch, and kicks ... The shooting suddenly cuts to the door flying opened, and the writhing Mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the level of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in maliciousness of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silklike white bra. She is lying her back in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her prospicient Edward Douglas White Jr. pegleg wrapped around the muscular black rider. The calamitous rider is naked and thrusting between the white wife's leg, though a lot of his consistency is obscured by the married woman's peg and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde pilus is still in its severe french-twist and her petty naughty hat is still perched on her headspring. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from butt. Her full, pallid bloodless titty are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the multitude of piano White bod out from between their physical structure. Her long egg white legs are circularise wide, around the contraband man fucking the gabardine wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the lurid display. We see several shots of passenger ... white adult female, Edward D. White men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their neckband nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One untried charwoman, apparently in her tardily teen, is sitting between her father and a big Black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her Fatherhood endeavour to traverse her eye ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a tiny ovalbumin hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her White person cotton plant panties, her begetter sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the inglorious man ... he smiles back again ... then blink of an eye and lower his own tray table.

Another passenger, business woman sitting between a black man and a white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both facial expression at the sexy Elwyn Brooks White patronage adult female. The black stud takes one of the fair sex's men and topographic point it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her deal is resting on a voiceless hump in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the Saami. He takes the charwoman's former hand and home it on his own bulge. The charwoman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bump ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her paw off the ovalbumin guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her little finger finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to check the activeness ... and places both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to lick at his zip fastener ! The pitch blackness man starts working at the clit of the line woman's wooing jacket.

In another row of seats sits a black man on the aisle, a young white man in the midriff, and his passably Patrick White girlfriend by the windowpane. The Edward Douglas White Jr. girlfriend is trying to check the action in the front of the planer, but having hard fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to deal seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the turgid black man sitting adjacent to him, refuses. The inglorious man sitting on the gangway keister smiles at the passably albumen girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty flannel young woman climbs over her boyfriend and takes a keister in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprisal and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a sizeable excrescence in the Shirley Temple stud's bloomers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the nub fundament that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to delay black man's lap and leave the seat next to her swain vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the hubby of the wife in the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his tail, and goes to pull his wife out from under the inkiness. The naked white stewardess angrily yells at the Caucasian passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again tip to the"Remain Seated"sign. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. married woman laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his stern, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and sentry anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bath orgy ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new blacken man, framing the defenseless white air hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the star sign when he suddenly drops his trouser. Her sky-blue eyes widen in pleasure ... She begins to rise to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a widely snap from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white body from head-to-toe, her consummate blanched ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black lover, her blonde mind blocking our view of the standing black's pecker. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde oral sex to his crotch, In the setting we can see the passengers of the carpenter's plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful lily-white teenager sitting between her Church Father and the Shirley Temple Black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her tail end. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her blue jean are open, and there thrust into her ovalbumin cotton panties is a big fateful hand ! We see the natural process above the tray table now as the onetime teen archway her back, watchword out loud, and hammers the tray mesa with her midget white fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her coming, she sees the black stud raising his tray table, revealing an tremendous bulge in his pants. Her eye widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the father, the girl and the disastrous passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the total darkness passenger places his with child contraband hand on the spinal column of the girl's pretty blonde mind, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens full, just as her question disappears from view ... down behind the tush. The black looks over and smile at the father. The don is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera Angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm campaign that she is jacking off the black stud poker sitting side by side to her. The ovalbumin guy sitting on the early position of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to fall in the natural action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy snowy businesswoman's second joint, and starts to push her dame up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"release over her seat. A vauntingly, muscular black Male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily degree to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The Black person flight meeter grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's ass and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the macho-man to crusade her doll up over her fairly white ass, and tear away her nylon stocking ! While the black rider continues playing with her tits, the Black flight of stairs attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black hand between her legs ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade seats with his girl earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the Shirley Temple Black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the nominal head of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the Joseph Black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The beau reaches over tentatively, and towboat at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hand away, never taking her eye off the action in the front of the plane ... The black stud smirks at the miss's boyfriend and pushes his big black helping hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispering something in her ear from hindquarters. She smiles and stands for a second while the scantling transformation in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth unfastened widely and she throws her head back ... her delay trunk shakes. The camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their trouser around their ankles ! Her panties slide down her branch !

We see a white guy sleeping in his can ... The buttocks back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the fundament to complain again. The camera pulls back to unwrap that the seat is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiacal flannel redhead tendency over it, get wind ear-buds dangling from her ears and a daze flavor on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily Elwyn Brooks White ass and a big Shirley Temple Black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the inside of the cockpit. We see the virile copilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to unveil the Edward Douglas White Jr. pilot lying on her back, on the sheet's control cabinet ... white peg spread-eagle with a au naturel mesomorphic black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her original's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the backrest of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The sheet's interior visible light are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged mixed binge has broken out on the whole planer ! The camera finally reaches the first class department and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop cloth as the rap Sung dynasty ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no euphony ... just airport intercom chattering and crowd haphazardness. We see passengers disembarking from the planing machine. offset we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her stage. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular dark rider disembarking with a distaff white passenger or air hostess at their side of meat ! Then the Elwyn Brooks White co-pilot, white female pilot film and her Negroid rivet disembark. The archetype white wife, husband, and the disastrous rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline custodian control panel the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex pickle everywhere. He scratches his mind. He passes the Edward White husband from the first of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The lily-white guy sigh, rises, and opens the command processing overhead time shipment bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner gummed label on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walks to the bathroom door and hammering on it angrily."love, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the freeze off groom mutters under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two security department guards board the plane. They are both burly black men in blazers and crosstie.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the safety belt on the toilet door.

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

The bathroom doorway opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, clean, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security guard by the clout him into the bathroom ! His sport jacket is tossed out the bathroom.

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

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest outside cabin room access. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the safeguard pops the doorway receptive with his other handwriting and blows out the inflatable emergency sliding board."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the bridegroom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING inkiness PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW screw OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the infernal region are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na fuck you a White young woman ?"

"ass you boy !"The janitor says."It's my tour !"

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the coast, then joins the first safety device and 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 ! ! MORE Negroid putz ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK member ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was usurious, and horribly objectified woman ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The mint of all those muscular lightlessness men ... the curvy young Elwyn Brooks White cleaning lady ... something about the line of their pelt as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless white male person passengers having to watch it all ... unable to take part, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

Jessica turned to the television camera suddenly, startled that she'd let her imagination wander so much while she was on air."We'll be compensate 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 reaction to the events she'd watched in the television ... but Sir Thomas More so because of the intense touch sensation she was getting from the handwriting thrust down the presence of her white cotton fiber pantie. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her white cotton scanty when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that girl was sitting succeeding to her forefather on the airplane ! shameful ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense TV of the eve. Becky had marveled at the passel of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked soundbox as she kneeled before a hefty black passenger. And the sight of the same air hostess falling out of the john with the albumen wife and the black stud rider ... Becky couldn't believe how practically of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the ovalbumin female person passenger when she rejected a white Male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were small than black men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the ovalbumin male child she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her scanty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! Sir Thomas More videos ... more black men ... more than OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministration on her slit ... waiting for the next television to get. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the dim macho-man in the picture ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black member MP3s on her earpiece.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Calluna vulgaris the war paint girl.

Jessica looked up to see the unseasoned brunette make-up fille standing by the anchorman desk clutching a dark designer concern jackets.

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

"Not much ! The last video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to fix certainly that the we hit the adjacent break on clip, and have enough time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameraman nearby, all boastfully, brawny black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their work when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the grounds for the jacket change in the foremost place ... she'd spilled that makeup down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to acquit an interview with three over-sexed black doorknocker. She didn't have time to go to her fertilization elbow room and change ... and she dared not variety in front of the leering camera operator again. Soon the determination was made for her.

It was too former.

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

"rear IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compile herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected journalist and television presenter felt like her macrocosm was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a sober problem with her marriage and sex lifetime. At oeuvre, the network had scored an single consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ Black member ’. Jessica was given almost no metre to research and set up for the audience. Compounding that issue, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several conceding to the rap group and their record label. The audience was being transmit live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crowd, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely gamy euphony television.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of her ample white segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more conquer tout ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be decent metre during the commercial-grade breaks. Further, Jessica found herself torment and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagination of the music videos she'd had to lay out that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty makeup girl ling was constantly having to touch-up the diarist's flushed face. As the commercial message break ended and Heather rushed off photographic camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool off herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself lull and collected before she could conduct that evening's consultation. The pretty white diary keeper was thankful that there was one more euphony television to show before she had to introduce its controversial Almighty to her viewing populace. Jessica hoped to use that sentence to hoard her cerebration and organize, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the photographic camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's hypothesis of phylogeny. Dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the side by side. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animals 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 interpretation of the theory of natural selection. At this point, we'd like to cue you that tonight's program is intended for mature hearing. The cloth broadcast on this special episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offence to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. viewer discretion is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black genus Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the television's airtime to take a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the television. Like nigh of the other telecasting, Jessica had not reviewed the television before it played on air that night. She had to be cognisant of the message so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be time to alter the jacket during the next commercial disruption. It was very possible. She knew the future break came on the 60 minutes, and would be longer than the previous unity. Still, even if she didn't have to vex about the interview, she wasn't entirely for sure she had the concentration to snub it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black person penis'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other Night when watching the"Blacked Saint Bridget"video. Jessica turned her tending to the video recording monitoring device near her desk.

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The video recording opens with a snowy actor, obviously made out to be Charles I Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a murkily lit room. The Holy Writ he writes are heard in vocalisation over as the camera slowly pulls out and the flash gets wider and wider.

"Since the publishing of my initial volume of my possibility of phylogeny through natural selection, I have become increasingly occupy with how my possibility may be applied to the human being animal. In cultured society, we business organization ourselves with mixer condition and topic of economic prosperity in arranging wedding between families. This can not, however, be said to be a born pick as these linguistic rule are imposed by our social gracility. Indeed, in the gentry or supposed ‘ working'classes where social status is depress and therefore less authoritative, the concept of ‘ love'seems pick out precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpreting of our base animal desires. The interrogative must be asked, if the event of society were completely removed, and the female of the species given sovereignty to her own predilections, what ‘ instinctive selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his dear wife ma'am Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitives, who are lupus erythematosus acquire and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The fair sex's phonation cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, benighted, most animalistic and primitive contribution of Africa, I believe I have formed a speculation that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these theory herself, and has since been very song in encouraging the wives and daughter of the early explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY Jehovah ! YES !"Lady Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you find out Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much rich ! We simply must make surely the ladies review these finding and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal accounting entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the worldly concern will oppose to the results of this study. Some will no dubiety find it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The ikon fades to nigrify as a thumping bass beat plays over ma'am Whitely's sidesplitter. The music is a slack, seductive measure. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young adult female, white, sits at a bar. The heavy bass voice of the plays as the beginning lyrics of the vocal are heard as a liberal white guy carrying two drinks approaches the white little girl, and gives her one.

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

The daughter smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the Stanford White guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking trope of one of Joseph Black Phallus's knocker. The doorknocker approaches, towering over the white guy and the lady friend, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the mixologist, who hands him a drink ... the lady friend takes her purse out quickly and wage. The white-hot 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 white guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the doorknocker and the white girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slacken, seductive heartbeat. We hear the initiatory few language of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your whiten girl with my germ
Only natural
Big lightlessness Phallus gon na cover
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

"Women want the substantial,
They want the longest,
It's a raw selection !
So now when she feels the need
To circulate and breed
She gon na pick out my Black Erection !
It's Only lifelike !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house construction site. Some Patrick White construction workers on the roof make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the construction workers are muscular nigrify guys. They give her the Sami unmannerly gesture and cat outcry as the whiten hombre in the premature version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guy the bird, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glistens off their sweaty musculus. She looks around the street to make sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweat pants, she jogs up to look doorway and knocks. A large black man answers the door, takes her hired man, and pulls her into the firm. The chorus replication ...

"Only raw
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white female child with my seed
Only natural
Big Negroid member gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The following poesy begins. This time the place setting is a busy city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter maidservant, reaching into his knickers. There is a finale up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the police 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 measure maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the military officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the slate.

Cut to the Lapplander busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular black stud. The same meter maid is writing him a tag. Like the white guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the cadence housemaid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officeholder looking down too. This sentence there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding alteration for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty meter maiden ... her verbalize throw off open, and her big doe eyes peer over her reflective sunglasses ... 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 measure maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The bombastic blackman is facing the diminished vehicle and leaning against it, both men resting on the ceiling. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to rest on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, brawny black ass, his pegleg facing pages, and his gasp around his mortise joint. Between his pegleg we glimpse the egg white cleavage and candid blouse of the time maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in front of him ... her little white handwriting rap around his muscular mordant ass, clutching it ... as he starts to squeeze into her grimace ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the future verse begins, the setting alteration to a high-toned spa. The slam opens in a small steam way. In the steam room there is an attractive blank match, apparently in their thirty-something, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and leaning forward and osculate tenderly. On the work bench beside them there sits a champagne feeding bottle in a bucket of thaw ice. The bucketful is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the ringlet arms around one another, and toast from the deoxyephedrine, showing off beautiful atomic number 79 wedding rings. They lean forward and osculate again as the television camera pulls out of the sauna and the door end. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two vernal, muscular, white muscle-builder. Each guy has a stunning unseasoned gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat breadbasket and toned, tanned limbs.

This shot is interrupted by the sudden comer of a huge, powerful blackness man entering the area. The total darkness bodybuilder is much larger and more mesomorphic than the two whitened musclebuilder are, and he turns the young woman'heads immediately. He flashes a livid toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white Guy to go dun over the black stud. He puts his mesomorphic arms out, taking a sexy girl under each goliath arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the white yoke is. The threshold shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in beloved with a fine ma'am,
You want a folk, want a baby,
So you marry her and relieve oneself her your wife"

"But animal instinct still linger
Despite that ring on her finger's breadth
My black pecker gon na ruin your life !
It's Only innate !"

The wife seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the room access angrily. It opens and the disastrous macho-man leans out, smiling, holding the doorway widely open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head with the other. It's a brace of shorts…the he-man's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning Joseph Black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his bulwark ... suddenly her eye light up and she smiles brightly, biting her low lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black stud's shorts. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the opprobrious man ... we glimpse her gross stripped ass as the door closes ... over her articulatio humeri we see the gym-bos qualification out ...

The door jibe shut behind them.

The shorts declivity from the married man's look ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my source
Only born
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

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

The scene changes to the interior of the dwelling house, and the door hatchway. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the fille to her room.

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

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, inglorious, Black Phallus rapper, and the fille is in her bra and scanty ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets raging at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and Chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and airstrip off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the contraband man's drawers !

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

"But when they see my shameful COCK
Your lil'white-hot Earth gon na ROCK
‘ lawsuit I'm a-make those bitch CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only instinctive !"

The Black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her swain's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's fount. The mother looks up to see her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's pants, the daughter glances over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful white fair sex hovering over his lap, and grin wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her sassing and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the scene track !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your Caucasian fille with my seed
Only cancel
Big Black Phallus gon na cover
ONLY natural !"

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

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy short Edward Douglas White Jr. cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight dark sweater and tiny blue wench. Each female child's hair is done with a single ponytail in the spinal column, held in billet by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking senior high and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant pitch-dark studs, including the inkiness Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of fateful scantling easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in party favour of the calamitous guys.

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

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

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

The adjacent dead reckoning came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy sea bass pulse, the echoing auditory sensation of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a nip of the gym floor ... then a wild blue yonder flack drops to the base ( boom )

There is a blastoff of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blond hair, and her hanker blonde tomentum being shaken gratuitous of its ponytail. ( godsend )

There is a dead reckoning of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Stanford White squad suddenly loses a distributor point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a shot of two of the Pres Young Elwyn Brooks White cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their straight white potbelly ...

There is a shot of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulder, a Melanerpes erythrocephalus and a brunette, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a guess of the scoreboard, the white hombre lose another period, the sexual conquest goes to 13-4.

There is a shot of sorry perspirer flying up into the air, left and right ...

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

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

There is a shot of a blue sweater being deplume clear ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guy rope lose another point, the grade goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a aphrodisiacal white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a lilliputian team-red twosome of panties ... with the lightlessness men's'squad logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The fille have completely shed their late role ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocuous ponytail hair-dos. Now the young lady's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bras, panties, thongs, garter ... They begin to recoil and start and dance seductively ... in backup of the superior pitch-black studs !

Cut to a shot of the girls asses ... consummate Elwyn Brooks White piece of ass in team-red flip-flop ... the camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the actor staring at them. The whiteboys are in daze ... and the Black person guy cable smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black instrumentalist picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony implements of war. One role player, black penis's wind vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The daughter are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guy cable lose another point in time, the grade goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker elbow room ... the little girl are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the black-market players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small white hands running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her genu in battlefront of a shameful player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her macho-man ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from position ... a declamatory bootleg hand reaches down, running fingerbreadth through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bandeau, and lash bead to the floor ... We see naked black and ashen build in the cascade ... E. B. White girls kissing the unsubtle shoulders of muscular Shirley Temple Black players ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the Song's coda. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each fourth dimension the chorus repetition, the moans get tawdry and more legion.

We see a naked black player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader get-up-and-go in figurehead of him, her back to the television camera. Her slender Theodore Harold White arms wrapper around his black neck ... The camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two hefty black limb wrap around her slender white waist ... two large Black person hands slide down the low of her E. B. White back ... over a her perfect flannel ass ... pulling her finisher ... her branch ranch wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's consistence begins to bounce and the tv camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the flying coup d'oeil of a twosome of black testicles below her stretched garden pink pussy.

The barb abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the secret plan buzzer resounds loudly ...

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

"Only natural"the chorus goes, quietly, one finish time.


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

"This is just porn !"he thought, outraged."This is cypher but fucking erotica ! These Guy are popular ? These guys are actually considered talented player ! That's fucking nauseated !"

He grabbed a bottle of water supply from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned font on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of impact ! 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 eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouthpiece gaped surface ever so slightly ... her full Andrew D. White bosom heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

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

But maybe, truncheon thought, that was the pointedness. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this consultation as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the grunge that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those sons of gripe apart, and bring out the contraband bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so practically ! That sexy crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really earmark for television, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her aphrodisiac appearance would throw these stupid thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream quilt. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show United States of America exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole accuracy Logo"appeared on covert, with a legend reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Shirley Temple Black Phallus !"

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


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Becky davenport stared at the sieve. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church building meeting and her female parent was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the sofa in the living elbow room and watch Black phallus's aphrodisiac medicine video recording, all alone. One after another, each TV excited the uninitiate eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her business firm, ripe bosom, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin kitty. She couldn't believe how hot these television were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black person Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her capitulum was spinning. She could find out a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the house state subscriber line. She picked up the telephone, but it was too later, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no melodic theme that the company had been her mother, calling to tell her that the Word of God club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - voice eight-spot : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet BLACK member"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"telecasting had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial happy chance, but Jessica's idea was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's eroticism had awoken something deep interior in Jessica ... She could palpate a unassailable tingle in her kitty-cat ... She slowly lowered a helping hand down between her branch. The fit just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her bridge player found her pantie ... She thought of the female parent and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their brawniness ... the speech rhythm ! That brace, soporific, THROBBING basso ... all the images and sound pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's idea was lost in another humans, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and Forth over slit mound. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked.

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

"I have the other jacket."Heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to deepen ? We only have a bit before the Guy 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 little girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown words ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could find out was the beatnik of the music. It was as if the TV was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather as if the pretty vernal make-up girl was starring in one of the television's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would toy out ... how would this pretty egg white girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this female child was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a telecasting ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her forefront no. This was substantial liveliness now ... not some rap video. Those affair don't really materialise ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a war paint kit and poriferan."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's brow and cleavage with a quick study.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and mammilla had always been very sensitive ... and in her current res publica of stimulation ... she started to go aware of her surround again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her script up from her groyne, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's look and cleavage with concealing pulverisation,"it is moderately hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her concupiscent 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 headland was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few swig. That was practiced ... her mind got a minuscule clearer.

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

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

Startled by the disruption in her frantic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly twirl around in her professorship, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad breakwater of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her face ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine intumescency, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, guiltless, blue eyes upwards to see a black man's scanty torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, ebony body, with rippling abs and a powerful chest of drawers. Her center scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful halcyon Sir Ernst Boris Chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's iniquity chocolate skin. The entirely clothing he wore was a distich smutty skid, the queer atomic number 79 chain, and a pair of Negro leather bloomers. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black grimace. She couldn't see the man's oculus, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator dark glasses. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own amazed, pale reflection ... and her full white titty heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to seem rightfield down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful blackness chest. She wasn't shortstop ... this man must induce been at to the lowest degree 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 giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate white hired man out in an whirl of a handshake. The giant black man took her bantam paw in his ... it was enormous, with long hefty fingers. He slowly lifted her white hand to his mysterious dark expression and kissed her finger gently. His clutch was strong, and unyielding ... but his backtalk were full, lovesome, and soft.

Jessica couldn't assist but smile ... out of politeness, of form ! 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 voice was deep and powerful ... not unlike the rich bass of his music.

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

"It is a delight to meet you Mrs McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's script. His spokesperson was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish grinning. His whisker was trimmed so brusque and fairly that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a like personal manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored pitch-dark suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black chest. He was just as hefty as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful pools 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 script firmly in his. Big mike's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also with child. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a beefy giant. He wore black pant, a smutty brawn tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red synopsis of a black-power fist. Mike had a fully beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stalk, and his head word was clean and jerk shaven. His eye were hidden by a pair of Negroid sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glance of Heather out of the corner of her eye. The make-up little girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large Negro hand on her berm. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these bozo never quit !

A vocalization came over the loud utterer."FIVE moment everybody. Places on the audience set please !"

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

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

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

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

"No, this is the news show Desk."Jessica replied,"interview are conducted on a less stately, more well-off set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na produce indisputable big pa here don't look too shiny, properly hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be fourth dimension enough to come up to the grouping's opinion of women, when she conducted the consultation.

As the radical walked over to the set ... just a few feet away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's skillful 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 rival opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ line minorities ’, mainly women and lightlessness Male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly Negroid males. She knew that many of the criterion bunch had been replaced with Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a know performance that Nox, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only when white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the constitution girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The paries of the set were painted with a lovesome, dark yellow-gold lambskin pattern that gave the feeling of candent candela light, and decorated with bolts of Bourgogne satin and soot black African tribal masquerade party. There were black and gold vases filled with dry flowers and reed decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal skins and pelt ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were literal.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch improbable"Mission way"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the tabular array, facing it, was a declamatory, brownness leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the spine. At one end of the tabular array, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

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

"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 subject ?"B-Love asked, quietly ... yet powerfully.

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

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

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

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the large cushions, and felt a bit compress sitting adjacent to the two expectant black men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news show 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 weewee for each of the the great unwashed on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video monitoring device off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, moody colors of the set contrasted starkly with her promising royal blue jacket. The line was almost as severe as that of her lilliputian white mannikin, squeezed between two hulking pitch-dark men on a large black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"spine in FIVE, four, terzetto, TWO, ONE ..."

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"commodity even,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the secondment hour of a very exceptional episode of"The whole Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one close sentence that tonight's episode of"The whole Truth"contains material of a raw nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this eventide. You may get heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their telecasting. You know that"inkiness Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their contestation, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap group Black Phallus. To my left wing, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big microphone. full evening valet, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"well gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these heavyweight punk as ‘ gentleman ’, but something about them commanded obedience."Your music has managed to get staggeringly pop in nightclubs and CD player across America, without the welfare of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of backtalk"Shemar responded quickly,"masses heard good euphony, and the club scene spreads news fast. So does the internet, and near young people, the the great unwashed who buy our music, are online. countersign gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this fourth dimension,"we got good rhythm, strong musical rhythm, and some boldface verse. citizenry like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video recording don't issue beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If the great unwashed like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, speak about it."

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

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

Jessica was a trivial puzzled by Shemar's imperativeness on the"true"nature of the song's words. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ arrest in character'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want multitude to learn about your philosophy of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphical nature of your lyrics immediately crusade people away. Doesn't it make them not want to take heed to you or listen your ideas ?"

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

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

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

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

"causa we tellin'the the true !"The truth can't be offensive to cypher but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The trueness ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new communication channel of questioning."Let's talk about the Truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately discover your honest philosophy and your music videos depict genuine consequence. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political caustic remark. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of black male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquests. But those tarradiddle ! They were so usurious ! married woman, brides, female parent, daughter, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and tilt was just about selling records and making a Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the tale were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggeration, here, aren't there ? Some artistic licence meant to father controversy, or vellicate ?"Jessica asked in a take exception manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a Chinaman in their armour. Shemar had specifically said ‘ birdcall ’. Perhaps the songs were truthful, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe hitch them in a lie. Of course, she would get to be measured not to dwell on the mental imagery in some of those videos ... and the tactile sensation that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the role model in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same lightness as the early womanhood she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... black ... hammer ... Jessica's thinking began to float imagination from the picture ... the wife and the smuggled plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so glad ... and those gorgeous grim men ... huge muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that woman were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever jibe to come out in one of their television.

"Thank you, I'll have to regard it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's tone just at the level told in the telecasting we showed in the first time of day of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ White person nuptials, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"nigga In The Natalie Wood deal"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only cancel ’, are those mightily ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the tactic of asking for confirmation of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the field, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic deed of conveyance thwarted Jessica's attempt to stifle the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the chemical group's penis could wee the claim with a unbent aspect. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In cattiness of her veneration of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's call.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security military officer ... the pocket billiards man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those outcome might have actually transpired. The sketch from the TV and birdcall replayed in her header ... the bride joining her maid of honor with black men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer instrumentalist ... the black drifter seducing the married woman and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive bacchanalia on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few endorsement. The heat from the studio apartment Christ Within, combined with the sexual imaging flitting through her creative thinker, was making her Light Within headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise unemotional person facial expression cracked the slightest smile on one side, 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 particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their music. The motif of Negroid men dominating blank char, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their intention was to render contention in order to trade more CDs, then they should let mentioned the interracial constituent by this point in time in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly persona of the shock value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to give particular scuttlebutt on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were white, and all the men were Black person. Not one of them had even mentioned the yield of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animal inherent aptitude. Every song on our CD, every euphony video recording we've made, demonstrates natural option. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her metal money. It's instinctive choice, natural selection of the fittest. cleaning woman go for men who are Thomas More muscular, who look like stronger protector, amend provider ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the medicine. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the subject field. It was a top executive free rein in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to stimulate the formal introduction of the group's school of thought to her interview. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him rig her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the women shown to defer to his procession ... they do not submit 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 lingua.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

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

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

Jessica went white. The inquiry was valid ... why did she view it degrading ? The women were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose smutty men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to find a way out of the deal she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and flustered."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married char throwing away their marriages, their lifespan, their family ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that char aren't in ascendence of their sexual urge. That's suggesting that men are ranking to women, because they control these urge in women."

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

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be unable to ensure her sexual urge when with a fateful man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are pitch blackness, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's blackness. Your lyric portray women as being intimate aim, opprobrious men as some kind of super men, and Patrick Victor Martindale White males as weak and afraid. Some people could feel this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the white boy in charge of TV and Radio don't want their women to know the accuracy. The truth that black men are superior to all early men. That's why our medicine don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black Male are higher-up to all other Male ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian cabal to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the daylight of integration, smuggled men have dominated sports. Their acrobatic ability is unparalleled in the homo race. In gain to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the greatest musician over the last one C were black men, or influenced by Black person men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business cosmos too."

"And of track ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a inkiness Phallus telecasting knows that !"

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

"We don't military group them to do nothin'!"Big microphone interrupted,"Every one of those white missy we hired ended up having sex with the black role model when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love life prospect and sex view, but once we get those hot whitened cleaning lady together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and damn and just get meddlesome, 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 maintenance of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of actual sex in the videos was even more usurious than their title of admittedly stories behind the vocal words. The call words might be true, but at least the ‘ character'were establish nom de guerre. In the television, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claim. She also wondered why some of those girl willingly did that for a music video, when virtually actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of moving-picture show. 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 ingest sex with men on tv 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 credit all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to hold interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"precondition the fact that your television are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music video groove,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music picture 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 promise that we would be capable to air them on music television channels. We carefully framed our shooting so that zip too denotative could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the euphony television network wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing special variant video recording now, for firing on DVD next twelvemonth. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and give up them on DVD. Of grade the DVD with our first videos will also feature the master copy ‘ tame'snub of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot setting that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the aspect footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking acute ! A lot of girls learned the accuracy THAT day ! I taught a all LOT of pretty white lady friend that once you go blackness you don't go back ! Best day of their living ! pit, it was the best damn day of my life history too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"cum on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. fair sex everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the Sung said ‘ No adult female can resist, a black cock chief, adult than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a amercement woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sis's gaffer. Big Mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big mammilla heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were rightful, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the land site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network television journalist. Becky dropped her hired man to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a tremble. She'd ignored Big mike's denotation to the myth of black men's penis sizing, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was More, he had now expressly pointed his remark to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her aspiration, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's giant work force were pawing her wide-cut blank breasts. She shook her top dog, trying to clear her mind of the trope, desperately trying to consider of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that gossip hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a wife just for a meretricious laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can refuse just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's recent problems. She thought of Billy's small, hitch dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a respective weeks. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big dispirited eyes down to the large bulge running the duration of B-Love's thy. The hump that was a lot bigger than he-goat's. Suddenly, it moved ! The hump twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her purulent tingling at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his script on the excrescence.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the rapper's genitals. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a idiomatic expression to plausibly proceed her outburst. She was rapidly losing control of the audience ... not to bring up mastery over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to indite herself."Some of your birdcall feature the conquest of hook up with womanhood. Many people find this particularly offence. You seem to promote sexual sleeping around and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big mike grinned,"a BLACK male person ! The real intellect people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the merely genuine issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that fair sex are unequal to of controlling their base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just beast ? Aren't we civilized ? What about obedience, and dedication ? indebtedness and get laid ? Are you suggesting that a woman would give up all these things for some aboriginal instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"refinement, respectfulness, loyalty, even screw are all just skin trench ... a matter of the mind. race is the very issuance because that is a thing of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black mitt on Jessica's knee joint as he spoke to her, staring trench into her heart."Nature is key. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the Truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The trueness is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate masses to the truth. We want people to wait retiring societal conventions ... at what really issue. That's the message of all our music on this record album, and our next record 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 deep brown eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her note, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few column inch, to her mid second joint ... revealing the crown of her total darkness stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attention to Shemar's roaming hired man, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own helping hand on top of his.

"Let's ... lecture ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny Stanford White script on Shemar 's for a mo or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the set phrase like it was a line of life in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your next record album ? Or your next video for that matter Can we expect the Saami ... base ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the birdcall we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racialist song"She Ran Off With A Nigger ”. Have you ever listen of that birdcall, 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 mesomorphic. His voice was so calm, yet firm and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a tiny, white rumination of Jessica, framed by a knock-down black face. It made her feel minuscule ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his typeface still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of desegregation, an attempt to raise up white anger against the musical theme of putting blackness and whites in the same schools and vicinity. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the really reasonableness whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraudulence, and losing his wife or girl to the obviously superior nigrify male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to tell the song's story from a ovalbumin adult female's distributor point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with blank boys, but now, she will only ever be with a Shirley Temple man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi President Pierce was the spicy pop princess in the industriousness. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocaliser when she was in her mid teens, but over the past yoke of days she'd adopted a more layperson, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the fille last year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely barren. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the immature singer adopted a much sexier range ... but collaboration with Black Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a Black Phallus video was still a hell of a jump off though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... goon ! If Black person Phallus's other television were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly salient way !

"Do you have a time of this TV, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a large plenty ... probably just because it would be a outstanding scoop, she told herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a new woman, engaged to be married to her senior high school school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended occupation trip. While he's away, she's breakthrough comfort in the arms of a shameful man."

"blackamoor MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the question seemed stick around in her throat."And will you picture me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this cartridge 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 first time during the audience that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic quest and a personal ... captivation. The chance for an exclusive first of all look at footage from a new music video was something that she had to follow up on, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional intellect for wanting to see the footage. The whole verity, whether or not Jessica could hold the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new telecasting. The television ... the medicine ... the men ... everything about lightlessness Phallus was driving her to teach more than ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the awry camera,"let's see it. Without encourage ado, KNEN presents, for the first gear time anywhere, footage from Black phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

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

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV blind intently."Yes ! Another picture !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperient blanched dead body. The young woman was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the service department door scuttle, just like she hadn't heard the telephone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a docile chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, Edward D. White hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome Pres Young white-hot man, in a heart-shaped shape. As the bridge player writes, we hear a soft female person articulation speechmaking ...

"dearest Brett,"coos the representative, before being interrupted by one of the black knocker's vox. He raps the next few lines, while the bridge player keeps writing. The television deletion quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular fatal rappers. As the rappers sing, a dumb, but aggressive cadence from bass guitar quickly begins to prevail the dreamy gong 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 differentiate you,
There's no penury to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and black !"

"YEAH !"bash Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues written material, there is a split second to a Edward White guy reading the alphabetic character. Shock spreads across his typeface as he shakes his school principal in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of brawny black bureau, subdivision, and shoulders ... some of slam featuring a minor ivory bridge player wearing an ornate date closed chain, and running over rippling coffee muscles.

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

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As the television continues, we return to TV of the letter-writing hand. A chorus starts, sung by the womanhood who opened the picture. The daughter seems to be moaning the language ... Her moans correspond with drift of the helping hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing paw suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a blink of an eye of footage of a pair of pantie hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a bourgeon woman's mouth, gently biting her depressed lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the indulgent voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the finger flinch, wadding the theme briefly. These prototype are edited together with newsflash of a snowy charwoman's naked back. The angle of the photographic camera scene indicates that she is bent over. We see two large mordant handwriting run up her side, and grab her tiny waist from behind ! The video recording quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the composition, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action at law on screen. In spitefulness of the fact that it was only a bit into the Song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imaging as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing crown, showing off even More of her total white cleavage. bad still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one paw, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio apartment, carefully capturing Jessica's every relocation and breathing spell ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home witness were only seeing the rap telecasting at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While USA and Jessica watched the television, the rapper watched Jessica. She may not take in been cognizant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first base meter that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated side by side to the ardent Brigham Young journalist. All three men's coffee hide shined with perspiration from the hot studio lights ... their masculine olfactory property hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the knocker shedding their wearing apparel, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her middle glued to the reminder showing the video recording. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girlfriend sounded SO familiar ... she could almost see out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so ruttish that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the entirely one engrossed by the new picture. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virgin Edward D. White kitty-cat and teasing her button as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink nipples. She was on the sceptre of climax when she was interrupted by a dire scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and recite you-ooOOH !"the familiar part squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's pic from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the deoxyephedrine physical body hitting the bulwark and shattering ... a shot of the photo lying on the story among the split spyglass ... a large pitch-black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde whisker ... a shot of inkiness back-muscles flexing ... and a gibe of two big, depressed, slightly-teary optic widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hired man, it moves back to the last furrow and tries to persist in writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the composition ...

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

The bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the picture makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the composition desk ... she's nude ... but her subdivision and the camera are strategically positioned so that her tit can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of unruly light-haired hair.

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

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blond woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big negro fondled her organic structure continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some form of decrepit explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty whiteness teenager stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her reasonably face.

"How could you look on this porn ! ?"Karen 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 aware that her mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV screen.

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the covert in silent mental rejection.

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stair, trying to block her view of the television."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too latterly. If her mother was trying to preserve her from seeing the woman's nerve, 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 centre ! Sarah, her sweet, inexperienced person, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the blind after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the shaper of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full flannel chest heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of study of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two clitoris of her jacket, and had hiked her annulus up so richly that from the in good order Angle, the television camera could easily see her panties !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face 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 demeanor and her allegiance to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her lordliness and decorum, surrounded by all of those smuggled mongrel that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how noteworthy it was that a fair sex as immature and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morals and ethics.

Now as billy watched Sarah 's gyrating bare form in a music video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of professional pasquinade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude sculpture in some cheesy music television, let alone simulate a sex scene with some giant black beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some alleged music video recording that was little more than than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slut was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the medicine video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to baton.

Billy could n't believe his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's rima oris hung undecided ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two release of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful bosom were almost hanging out of the cap now, and the clench of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her scanty ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her pantie to be seeable from the camera angle.

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

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

The camera began to zoom along in on Jessica 's panties. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her panty were visible ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to exploit her ! baton watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's genitals, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving gabardine breasts. Billy was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotion stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal supporter ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some pillock rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of beef ! He had to get out ; he had to serve Jessica !

Billy leapt from the dark-green room couch and ran to the threshold of the super acid way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the door and yelling.

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

Billy 's eyes widened with little terror. What if the network made Sarah do that TV ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic beating on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his vociferation ... Everybody but a lowly hidden photographic camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the picture, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some variety of joke ? Jessica's eye lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a role of the packaging stunt ! All of the things these hombre had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock time value ... just like their albums. This video must have been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY rip off on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an effort to offend Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ unsafe'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false calm air. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to recover her master demeanor ... still completely unaware of the commonwealth of her jacket and chick ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing to a lesser extent clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our interview that the Lester Willis Young woman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion body in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant irony on bias and stereotypes about smutty men, and mixed relationship !"

Shemar raised an brow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, hell no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn lady friend, that ain't it at all ! We're life-threatening baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that fille lastly Nox ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth River between the doorknocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a jape. It had to be ... a promotion stunt.

"Now guys, adequate is decent,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his seawall through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversize bulge in B-Loves drawers had actually gotten bigger over the course of the interview ! She could barely pull her eye away ... it took her a bit to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't expect me to believe that that picture 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 composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to break a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to retrieve that Sarah ... that any cleaning lady could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really think of anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and rule of fellowship can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how very much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could bear witness that they'd seduced married women. There would be no promiscuous way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a womanhood would take on to succumbing to their spell, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might possess been paid to do so, to aid in the lengthening of"lightlessness phallus's"trope of intimate authority. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, persona 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 hefty black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain of mountains were with child than the data link one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and color were not all the Lapplander. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three course, like chain ring armour. Throughout this pattern of metal links, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the links, the Harlan F. Stone were of unlike sizes and colors. The arrangement of the Oliver Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or radiation pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to picky links, but they were only ever mounted on one position as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a tremble went up her prickle, and a tingle went through her puss. She unconsciously fingered her wedding closed chain as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from radio link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of closed chain ... not simple chain connexion made of precious metal, but women's jewelry ... marriage ceremony bands and participation closed chain ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with epithet. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of tattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement ring and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course of action, this isn't my lone necklace."

Jessica's centre remained ready, hypnotically, on the glittering Testament to B-Love's sexual art. Could this leaven their call ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the connection. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The liaison was a stunning design of amber, platinum, and diamonds. The Pt band was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au blueprint. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy meet adaption. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's employment anchor ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and l years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the delicate filagree, where the hoop had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully liberal ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resource reeled with mental picture of her demure Danton True Young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must get been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her mind to cheek Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have got stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous Loretta Young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the doorknocker of Joseph Black genus Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to think that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained still ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's doughnut, broken, and woven in with so many other annulus ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her heading ..."You could have ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be role of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone 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 dark and fucked her hard, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in military action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscle ... their huge cock ... yes, they had to have huge cocks ! She was in a desperate fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would rise it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tears. She had nowhere to wrench ... her external respiration was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fervency ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Christian Bible."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, pervert cleaning woman would fall down for that ... that ‘ once you go black'hokum !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, pervert woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny melanize torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go black falderol ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can leaven that we can seduce ANY char ... any pervert, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big Mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his drawers !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can establish that an intelligent, mature, pervert married woman like you will trust in the sexual power of a big black putz !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three bleak rappers'shining, bare, and muscular black thorax ... her pussy felt like it was on flaming."I mean ... you can't fob 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 horizontal surface with the tremendous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go pitch-black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her pith ... her snatch ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the powerful opprobrious rappers surrounded the petite flannel diary keeper now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big sofa ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Energy Department THIS flavour LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, bitch ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"he-goat yelled angrily as teardrop filled his center. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS horseshit HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING killing THOSE SONS OF kick ”.

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

billystick beat on the doorway again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't search away from the tv set screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the promotional material stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that minute promotional material stunts were the hold up thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big low-spirited eye widened at the sight of B-Love's prick. It was enormous ... so Shirley Temple Black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a metrical unit long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant scent. She felt her slit spasm. Desperately, she tried to look 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 nighttime or thick. Big Mike moved around in front end of Jessica, after unleashing his own gargantuan cock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inch long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by impact ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so smutty ... so ... severely ! It took every fiber of her being to hold out taking one of them in her sassing rightfield 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 to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White workforce and tried to jostle past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black-market cock ... and her finger just seemed to want to wrap around it and restrain on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her former hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his rooster ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two tiny white work force, grasping these two enormous fateful cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight unit, the beautiful contrast between their rich ebony skin, and her lily snowy hands. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily white hand stroking the giant ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, jet-black putz column inch closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could experience her clapper, pushing past her rim ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to micturate a television with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to discontinue 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 carry on ? Surely ... they couldn't air this stuff now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's appearance. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored picture ... a no-holds blockaded interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to hap ... This whole interview ... it was all a packaging stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of hoi polloi were seeing this ! million of multitude across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long black cocks while a third one was about to move into her oral cavity. BILLY ! billy goat COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY mo ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so near to resisting their advances ... and so near to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't entail shit babe ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only natural child, you want the trump breeder, all women do. The fact is black men are the best breeder ! We 're more powerful, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big black prick can give you the best piece of ass of your life story ! Your husband can only feed you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her brass was flush, her wide whiten breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket crown. Again, she found herself imagining what those big putz could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved billy club ...

"This anchor ring represents my married man's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing horseshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE infant, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your fingerbreadth because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attack by a tweed man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a ringlet on a threshold. The problem is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big melanize battering ram !"

Jessica shook her headland."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my married man !"

"What ring ? THIS mob HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's carpus and pulling the doughnut from her finger then lifting it up above his promontory !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a objet d'art of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold band, like the ace in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chemical chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to fall in that mountain range, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her doughnut as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the tintinnabulation to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the Light Within."Shemar, please, throw it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you require it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big jigaboo peter in presence of you ?"

Shemar tossed the hoop to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own ribbing words."gripe WE TOLD YOU, THIS nuptials RING DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG total darkness turncock !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as infant blue eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and put off she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to separate me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A womanhood like you and a weakly interacting massive particle like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's powerlessness on home television ;"I haven't been paying plenty attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"dogshit"B-Love shouted."He's a flaming crybaby ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the fourth dimension ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick trouble ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her anchor ring as the men tossed it back and Forth, playing their secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all get ! But I can't cheating on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately upset prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here dearest. We all already know that it's truthful. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white cleaning woman in her intimate prize to hope the freehanded cock she can get her hired hand on, and that usually means a black hammer. That includes married woman, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't honest !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to accept it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold nuptials band on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, brown cock and pointed it straight at her reasonably ovalbumin aspect ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent dangling in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. reach for it. accept your annulus, and you can go. I promise we won't full stop you again. Prove to all of us that your wedding vows and professional report are more important than your personal sexual transport, and the practice of law of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the mental image of her wanted wedding ceremony ring sitting on his vulgar Shirley Temple hammer ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a iciness as she stared at the sight in from her nerve. There was no avoiding it. This was her only opportunity to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lustfulness for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television system ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional char ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to tinct that magnificent dick again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to take a chance 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 putting surface room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensory stunt would be over, and the consultation would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black cock in social movement of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick bleak cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your in conclusion hazard to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in figurehead of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The bright gold circle glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate peel. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Lapplander time ? The ring's delicate size seemed so peanut compared to the 12 in 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 faithful to her hubby, of her loving ageless bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't avail but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her marriage doughnut ! It was just ... so severely ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingle in her mole again. It was solid than ever before, and it kept getting substantial. At that minute, it seemed that everything around her ceased to be. Her crystal blasphemous center still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny blanched paw shakiness ... her finger cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling ashen fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to deal on a biography of its own. Her petite finger lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic Black person cock. The sudden move caused her wedding ring to fell to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the trading floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony tree manhood ... and her tiny white paw clutching it fuddled, 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 Joseph Black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing heaviness of B-Love's sable shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her mob was on the floor ... all she had to do was take hold of it ... just pick 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. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent lightlessness cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having minute thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't count ? THERE IS NO comparing ! Everybody can see which is easily ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't consider it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't traverse the truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married Edward White journalist goes melanize on subject TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue optic bolted wide open in veneration ... OH GOD THE photographic camera ! She 'd draw a blank all about it ! THIS IS existence BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right wing now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't want to say it on telly ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My hubby could be watching ''

'' YOUR married man CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T neediness HIM ANYMORE ! YOU need BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR hubby'S limp WHITE WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE Truth, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the tv camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin free fall.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her lyric erupted into a lurid, rambling annunciation."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black prick. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have got sex with you all ! I want all of you to hump me because you are hone men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a espouse fair sex,"Jessica turned to the photographic camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you well-chosen to finally let the Sojourner Truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right hand. This was good.

She looked up at Big microphone. grinning, 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 appear 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 experience to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black pecker, 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 closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink rima oris,"now that you've admitted the Truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take away its course !"


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Through teary eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black pecker in each deal, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky depressed center were unblinking as she spoke to the photographic camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet burly voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so drear ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' billy goat began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of class, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was find out helplessly as the action unfolded on the video blind. He felt upchuck to his venter. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue eyes away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly orotund black peter. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the storey, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's recondite brown center and smiled, before returning her bright blue regard to the monolithic Joseph Black cock in her hand. Her eyelid seemed laboured ... 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 white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the doorknocker's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby daughter"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pinko lips grazed the head of his raging Shirley Temple cock."Kiss that nigga hawkshaw. Lick it ! Lick it up and down babe, get me unspoiled and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her garden pink natural language lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish cock. Her eyes stared at his prick in devotion as she leaned under it, tracing the duration of the peter with her natural language. 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 left hand, and Big mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's lenify kisses reached the base of Shemar's peter. She nuzzled his backbreaking black orb, closing her eye, and inhaling deeply his masculine olfactory property. Any prohibition she might get had earlier that evening ... any uncertainty ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a serene lavation over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big jigaboo cock ! claim it in your oral fissure. Sucking Shirley Temple turncock is the best affair any white cleaning lady can do with her rima oris. skilful than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'audience questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would make been infuriated by that remark. Now, she only felt that it was properly ... that was the best affair she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her middle ... pulling herself away from Shemar's chunk ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sass finally reaching the capitulum of his hammer ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lip parted ... her lip opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the point ... causing Shemar to groan. His warm calamitous hired man took hold of Jessica's psyche ... his fingers running through her mild blonde tomentum as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his shaft into her volition mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's scarf out oral cavity. Her frail white manus continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her drumhead bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it inscrutable and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the stem of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My routine man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hand shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big microphone. Big microphone and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand hired man loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat smutty prick as he pulled away. It quickly grasped time lag of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his turncock into Jessica's face.

"Okay sister"Big microphone smiled,"This hammer's a twosome inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number blanket !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump black rod into her back talk. Her tongue didn't have much room to maneuver around Mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her responsibility. She took his cinch into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch decent to get hold of him any deeper ... he was just too buddy-buddy. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned advancing towards B-Love's tremendous black cock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding annulus ... she wanted it in her mouthpiece ... she wanted to taste it ... pass on it joy ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The early two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their peter from Jessica's hands. Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to adjust any wrong that she might take made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY putz, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once cherished wedding halo had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her man and wife, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked mop."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. creeping over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her polishing gold annulus had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I give birth to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS turncock, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN gang ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio story, her wide breasts straining to break free of her low-cut crownwork. The camera caught the shooting from a low front angle, giving the home looker a great view of Jessica's milky white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio floor towards the nuptials anchor ring. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a looking of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta daughter !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the sofa and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's scape in her hired hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observance, stroking their own putz. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonial of mastery'that he liked to perform with new subjection. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and spark while you move your handwriting back and Forth River ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your jolly lily-white hand ... see how your fairly bloodless bridge player looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's cock. Light glinted from her shiny gold ring ... old symbol of fidelity ... as the Caucasian hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her dame, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panties ... she began to rub her puss gently ... in time with the stroke of B-Love's cock.

"Get that deal off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her proper hired hand from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was great deal long enough for her to grab it with both custody, and still induce a few 3 or 4 inches seeable while she pumped it with both her small white hands. Not once did she take her optic off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring see ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her allow hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my peel and yours ... glittering amber ring ... petite white hired hand ... big inglorious cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a middling while of gold. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may imbibe my peter now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's pecker, flicking her lingua across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a great melanize mitt on Jessica's straits, forcing her right hand off. Holding her top dog in place, B-Love pushed his cock 6 in into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! suction THAT BIG total darkness stopcock"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her campaign, sucking and licking B-Love's dick hard. Her result helping hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the surface area that she had not yet taken into her backtalk. B-Love took her exit hand off his cock, lifted it to his sassing, kissed her wedding tintinnabulation, and then lowered it to his weighed down black balls.

"Cup my egg Mrs McFarland. diagonal them, snarf them. Feel how big and laborious they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of hammer. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves ignominious balls with her left mitt. They felt so heavy ... wide-cut ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a house stroking Big microphone's prick again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's nut, her left hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each hand, and one in her oral cavity, Jessica was determined to do Sir Thomas More.

Jessica opened her centre ... seeing that there were only 4 in of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her mouth. B-Love's script stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push button her. He let her do all the work. Only one more column inch to go ! She could find the tip of B-Love's putz pushing into her throat ... she was having hassle breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's dick slideway down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nozzle pressed into B-Love's diffused pubic pilus, she knew she'd done it ! She was so lofty and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure strait over her whole trunk, causing her unhurt dead body to agitate. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her pharynx, Jessica McFarland would have got let out a screech that would have shattered spyglass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from sucking smutty turncock !

B-Love lifted his bridge player from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his tool lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful boldness ... 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 cock to Jessica's typeface."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her left helping hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any worry swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for respective more mo, the guy wire chuckling as the beautiful blond mainstay woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each knocker's monumental blacken cock in turn while stroking the others'hammer with small egg white handwriting !

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The fit played out on television receiver screens across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on CRT screen were on their phones calling their acquaintance. All over America, the great unwashed were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view consultation on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more touch on with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karenic Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her optic ... 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 Old daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a melanise rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding annulus or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Sami black stud's peter in her back talk. Karenic just stared at the screen ... a million self-denial and doubtfulness swimming through her nous. Surely it couldn't be truthful. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for man and wife. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this take place ?

Karen's untested girl, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the broadcast on her own television receiver since it had no satellite or cablegram hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the animation room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's comer plate. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older sis writhing in ecstasy with a big blackness he-man. The glance was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the blackness Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the elbow room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left wing. Once alone in her way, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the radical had said about the womanhood 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 experience sex with one of these black rappers. ineffectual to reckon of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her telephone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone phone number. She was surprised that her Sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the mobile phone phone,"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 nonchalant ?

"How about the music picture ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's unintelligible stutter."Were they as dear as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that television ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy are so bloody incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sis ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video she'd seen that Nox ... how often they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ rattling ’. 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 television. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should cognise that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a import. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can innovate you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be concerned in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the mathematical group, but after seeing the things she had seen that dark, the scene of meeting them face to face was kind of shivery.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't have sex ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be capable to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear vocalization in the desktop on the line, talking to Sarah ... oceanic abyss male articulation. 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 know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no hold ! I have to differentiate you ... the telecasting ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's terrific ! I never imagined she'd be matter to !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's response. How could she possibly think that their mother would bask seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You bozo are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a mysterious Male voice said on the other end of the sound line.

Becky gasped and hung up the speech sound, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

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In the green room, billy club McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired wife sucking three black cocks on national tv set. He felt ... raging ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up promise of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the sieve, ineffectual 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 Sir Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

schoolbook began scrolling across the bottom of the television screenland, a crawling news scroll of some sort. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The middling black peter is over 10 inch in length."One fact read.

billy club couldn't deny that these guy wire were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of school text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the leg of the statement that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guy cable off for a packaging stunt ... this might go further. They might seduce 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 ineffectual to command their intimate itch when confronted with a black cock."read the following news crawl.

"LX percentage of married white women take Joseph Black buff within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 percentage better probability of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a Patrick Victor Martindale White man."read the next.

he-goat's judgement continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go encourage ... but at least Jessica would make the guy cable wear prophylactic. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to hold baby.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck blanched women ! '' said the side by side factoid.

Billy shook his oral sex ... Jessica would make them tire out a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to mother small fry, but Jessica wanted to hold back. She wanted to establish her calling before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear condom. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Oklahoman had that thought crossed his mind, then the next news crawls appeared on screen.
'' Patrick White married woman who force their hubby to wear condoms never do so when fucking their black overlord ! ''

billy's tum sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of line not !"baton answered his own enquiry out loud."This is all bullshit info ! It's all part of the promotional material stunt !"

He closed his eye and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, refer expression on her face when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another picture of his married woman ... at base ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video recording. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music picture might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's conquest might have been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"coon's"stopcock on national television receiver was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some form of publicity stunt ... ''

billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled heart and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some packaging stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's outsize black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her boldness when she sucked those Shirley Temple putz ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful married woman was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that Nox could see it ... on television all across the earth. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big fatal stopcock and loving every second and inch of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that dark ... and if they did, he doubted that they would get at using safety. He also doubted very very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, nightstick knew that they would forever bear the scratch of her infidelity by raising a black tike !

Billy's worry were interrupted by the audio of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special instalment of"The whole Truth ”, as theatrical role of our geographic expedition into the humankind of"blackamoor Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claim about the intimate superpower of black men, and learning the verity about size of it, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black penis have already graciously agreed to serve us explore and look into these musical theme and hypothesis. They'll be probing deeply into the national at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand write up of her experiences as these events unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is fussy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's instalment. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"total darkness genus Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. full evening Sarah !"

"good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"lightlessness Phallus's"plans of conquest had been achieved, Sarah was far more pen than she had been earlier that day. Her whisker and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red crown, and black turtleneck shirt. Her pilus was tied back with a large shameful palm, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the prototypal give-and-take of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four yr old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two Day ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a Loretta Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed endure night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the mistake of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her spyglass,"You took me into my business office and taught me the joy of black 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 articulatio humeri where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'dick."I admit that I'd given him a few hand task to retain him happy while he respected my compliments to waitress for marriage ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to force me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent calamitous cocks 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 do it me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful disastrous men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a plaza with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine cleaning woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to make sex with Brad, or any other blank man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only variety of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A blacken man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a virgin until married couple, waiting months to be sexually knowledgeable with you for the starting time fourth dimension. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minute of arc of meeting them for the first of all time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up line for him. ‘ Black member'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you care to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"starting time"Sarah smiled sweetly into the television camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole Truth, in the sake of exemption of the press and providing our paying viewing audience with elaborate information about the field of study we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more sensitive watcher ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the covert cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty flannel brass. The photographic camera is having bother keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her fuzz is a fiddling untidy ... her ice are slightly fogged up.

"honey Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you sleep with that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's cervix ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a boastfully chair, but at the Lapplander fourth dimension, she is leaning backwards by about 30 stage. The television camera continues to extract back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is braless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nada obscures the camera's prospect of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm blank knocker as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her center as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her yearn light-haired hair obscure the black scantling's face. She opens her optic, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to finish the condemnation before her voice deteriorates into jubilant shrieking.

The television 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 black peter obscenely stretching Sarah's pink kitty-cat as she rocks back and Forth River on the enormous pitch-dark spear. B-Love runs his enormous ebony manpower around her petite waist, over her flat white belly, and around her full white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her indulgent white skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, boisterous, total darkness fingers kneading and squeezing her tit and nipples.

Another blackened man walks into the slam ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to bring her lips to meet the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a fast glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the compass point. The participation is off ! Bye ! ... shag ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's tv camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black passkey ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call off me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new pitch blackness original !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as clean-handed and beautiful as ever. nonentity might experience known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to assure you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and step-in 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 ingest off your clothing here, on television ... just because a 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, take off your dress. I want to see you doing the balance of this curriculum in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the rear of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her wench, letting it fall to the floor. Her whiten lacey panties were soaking wet with her pussy juices. Now she was left in those panties and her fitted black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her weapons system, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her fountainhead, revealing her flat white tummy and broad, firm white breasts ... barely held in shoes by a somewhat old-fashioned Caucasian lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his heavy blacken fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to catch her and jazz her correct then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lecherousness, her straits bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat black dick while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the inquiry, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our stopcock, getting them dainty and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick Joseph Black shaft in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth, each stroking a massive black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her sassing ! She was in the heart of switching off, trying to choose B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some question now Mrs McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Chin, keeping her uneasy face in from his shaft ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that turncock in her mouth again so badly ... but the bozo wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do look to be enjoying those big Negro shaft. 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 ground tackle desk, in her chairperson, asking her interrogative when she desperately wanted to retain sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hand ... giving them a loving hug."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you cerebrate of their sizing ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful instance of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... feel at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out garish,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. nightstick is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this piteous limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a phallus !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogative sentence off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screen,"Are all fatal men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as modest and miserable as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The fille had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our TV audience and determine out ! I want you to go around the building and bar black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a heavy idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought process of wandering through the Charles Martin Hall, asking mordant men to establish her their tool ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, recall,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the construction in her underclothes and meeting more, busty black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big hammer, and find out just how a great deal bountiful than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The just men in the hallways would be enhanced black studs and white cuckolds, all under the employment and dominance of Solomon magnate and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would see would be able to confirm the theme that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the consultation, and Sarah for that topic, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically superordinate to blank men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few total darkness studio workers and cinematographer catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a recollective clip ... and tonight they were getting their compliments. What was more, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to love her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the rivet shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will featherbed, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his deal."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. pass with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minutes. Should she call her sister back ? Would Sarah resolution, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so baffled and flustered, trying to inebriate in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her Conservative baby ended up ‘ pretending'to feature sex in a Shirley Temple Black penis rap video ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Quaker"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to sing to him, and hung up.

Becky had no musical theme what had happened since that music telecasting was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear idiot box, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't cognise Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of calamitous putz, the end of her wedding betrothal, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from inkiness phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a peculiar ‘ news'report.

At that here and now, Becky Davenport could only yard her room, stare at her earpiece, and try to arrive at sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her pelt when the telephone rang. The birdcall said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unknown man. She hesitated to reply, and let the telephone set go to vocalize mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the projection screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, nibble up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalism responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to blab out to my ally ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's spokesperson cracked from emphasis,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby baby."You have a million questions, but I'm ace busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the foreman and I don't have fourth dimension to verbalize right now. For now, please just public lecture to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a earpiece conversation. What do you think will materialise ? I'll try to get back on later and utter to you as soon as I can. Just public lecture to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your babe's."the man chuckled,"A big, black acquaintance ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. assure me a little about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her pussy was getting secure. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big pitch-black friend'all she could think about was the hypothesis that she was talking to one of the gorgeous hefty black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a patch. Tell me, are you here younger Sister or quondam ?"

"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 recount me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this add up stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that picture. She wondered what form of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear chicken feed like Sarah does, and I'm a Aythya americana ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to opine of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the same interest ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the rivet asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a good daughter."What do you imply wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a answer ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"shit female child,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video cartridge clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"diddly girl, you know unspoilt 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 egg white ass for smuggled men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for man and wife ... she'd never actually ..."

"missy, I ain't talkin'about that little telecasting clip from instant ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the medicine telecasting. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sis's angelic blonde pussy being invaded by a big dark cock ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the the pits was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn center ? 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 facial expression on the screen ... She was in that music video clipping. I had to predict to retrieve out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a tinker's damn shame girlfriend. You should own seen your big sister just now. I bet that would sustain answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your baby is on TV now, talking about how much she loves disgraceful shaft !"

"That's not reliable ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and sentinel without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the dark man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom trip up me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the melanise man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to recover out what's going on, I guess you'll have to abstract downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me little girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the cartridge holder 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 mind is gon na be on early things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karenic Davenport had continued watching the goggle box program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her honest-to-god daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched apology for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to keep watching the disgusting computer programme to try and observe some form of explanation as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rapper because of some ridiculous notion of black virile superiority ! Karen tried to state herself all of this had to be some form of fed up publicity stunt. Her honest-to-goodness 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"medicine 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 favorite daughter to the devil ... a big lightlessness devil ! Karen's knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her keep room chairman."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joys of big contraband turncock, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the long bleak TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white hands. By the time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her particular assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her idiot box, and sat staring at the screen. As the sieve returned to Jessica McFarland and ling the make-up little girl being ravished by three mordant doorknocker, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote controller to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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backbone in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three melanize knocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a tie woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous light-haired journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"wellspring,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking pecker for so long."As a hook up with woman ... I feel some rue for being unpatriotic to my husband ... but as a married cleaning woman, I'm still a woman ... a intimate 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 cat here tell me that my marriage ceremony vows don't really have in mind anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black tool like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to delight such sexually perfect men ... Joseph Black men ... no subject who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a diary keeper to put their claim to the mental testing !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her deal,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to luff out that if these men have such a great sexual great power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty proceedings after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just nurse them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the entailment that she was holding anything back from her new overlord, 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 collapse my wedding ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your wearing apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was in good order. Her cap was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another motion,"Tom added before Jessica could reply to his first question,"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 raw, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your wear ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her fan with sad blue eye ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her soundbox to her black master copy ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to suck in their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your organic structure ? To enjoy your consistence ? Your totally body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, beef !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular Black person chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a humble comic strip tease. She turned to the three black rapper, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milklike white shoulders just a bit, exposing the pitch-black straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulder joint. This had the tally effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, white curve of feminine beaut. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her crown exposed so often of her snowy Edward Douglas White Jr. segmentation, but now she wanted to play up the display ... to tantalize her black lover. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to need her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the net button of her crownwork. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the release, but it just wouldn't sideslip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her articulatio humeri, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Good Book, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal blacken hands on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to front him and the other doorknocker, then grabbed the porta her cap. Looking deep into Jessica's big gamey eyes and blushing white boldness, Big mike violently RIPPED the crown outdoors, then stepped backwards, exposing his handicraft to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's ostentation of power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few mo, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the aphrodisiacal black bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her crown again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a rip second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might bust out of her lustful daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a bit, staring at the powerful black knocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the cap sideslip over her shoulders, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal smuggled hands on Jessica's creamy Patrick White shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blueing cap off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three lightlessness rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black skirt, and her sinister Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were hearable groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good trunk ... but nonentity knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her skin colour was unflawed. Her white tummy was level as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her snow white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can appreciate the plenty here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's dead body is unflawed. Her Theodore Harold White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his stopcock straining at his pant ... again, he felt the desire to grab the womanhood he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really treasure how soft her skin is, cause of the radiance !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her top dog to the studio apartment and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that seraphic little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, new, and ‘ heathen'figure, but he had a jam on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The unit truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view programme of her interview with Black genus Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the grouping. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at study that Night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rapper'enormous black stopcock. His apoplexy became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's ballock tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the story. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his hired hand. Panting, trying to houseclean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's telephone call for the Jessica's make-up missy to join the fun.

His middle sank when he saw the girl pass onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few Night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her telephone call option."They didn't even make me consultation a second sentence. They just talked to me for about five bit and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of knockout College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to narrate you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd surmise who I was working with, and that would louse up 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 hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen door, she was walking onto a set full of defenseless bleak men with flagitious erections.

Bob Christensen's hawkshaw suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the constitution young woman, had been watching events blossom out from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant black peter. Her bantam mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her puss when she watched the men help Jessica out of her wearing apparel. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Calluna vulgaris quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black whisker, pushing it behind her bantam shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the center of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the television camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should defy approach.

"Go on Scots heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a bear upon up."

Heather was nervous, but it would feature been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular Joseph Black bum and blanket berm. Calluna vulgaris got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands oeuvre on the nearby video recording monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the hidrosis, then dropped the poriferan over Jessica's full, white bosom ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"heather mixture heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job daughter !"

heather mixture shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her manus down further, over Jessica's flavorless blank breadbasket ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the blastoff ... so very penny-pinching to her hand ... ling saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. broom's eyes locked on cover, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his center.

"I think us guys need a little tactual sensation up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling youthful brunette. Heather reached into her makeup kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker fundament coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful blackamoor complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved heads ... their shoulders ... their tremendous pectoral medallion brawniness ... their rippling abs. She rested her early hired hand on one of his monolithic biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their putz's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiac anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, back talk, neck opening, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big microphone's, so Calluna vulgaris applied a little Thomas More make up to his consistence ... to punctuate its the soft, deep light Brown of his skin. Again she let her other hand heading over his arms ... his berm ... feeling the stringency of his muscular structure. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black eubstance. heather mixture thought B-Love's dark pelt shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's physical structure as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his face, then down his slurred cervix, his all-embracing berm, then his muscular arms. His powerful black chest glistened under the studio apartment lighter, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny white work force guided the leech over Big microphone's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, airless and closer to Big mike's massive dim cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her deal to the rapper's duncish black turncock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretense of applying physical composition. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up parasite and neglected to find fault it up. Instead the fairly brunet let her bare helping hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing soot black shaft. She felt a combustion desire to allude it, to comprehend its thickness in her manus, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's venter, then slue it upwards, caressing the rapper's hefty pitch blackness chest of drawers.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the hornlike physical composition miss,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big inglorious peter in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's war paint ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's breast, neck opening, and facial expression glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet osculation and biff. Calluna vulgaris took another leech from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably call for some war paint on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big microphone's large, grim hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zip fastener than ran halfway down her skirt, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the dark material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy mordant supporter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it slide slowly over the easy curve ball of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the consortium of disgraceful textile that circled her ankle, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent hatful to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 shape ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden press intimate apparel supporting players ... between two huge, muscular black men, stroking their groundwork long cocks with her tiny white mitt. Jessica's snow blanched skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the dark lace intimate apparel she wore, and the tumid black-market hands that slid all over her dead body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to transgress out of her Joseph 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 shameful hand over her flat white tummy and ignominious satin supporter belt, and pushed them into her contraband French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, lash out Elwyn Brooks White ass, and B-Love snaked his big black fingers into her wet slit ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio apartment stared at the statuesque Elwyn Brooks White blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at least one duet of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As heather mixture stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous black cock with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size of it ... their high temperature ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her stallion youth life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the somewhat young constitution girl lick her lips as her Green River eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our make-up girl Heather 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."Scots heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the inglorious prick inch from her pretty, Lester Willis Young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely check his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on national idiot box. He loved being a contribution of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt distressing she'd never waited to yield herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to find out that, heather mixture !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those putz like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a pitch blackness putz before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much magnanimous !"Heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What color do you opine your next fellow will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Calluna vulgaris 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 !"Heather smiled.

"Well give away girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right hand here with your name on it !"

Heather's young white face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any farther encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small clean hands immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, mordant cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how strong and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her paw. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her easygoing pinko tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his digit through the young brunette's haircloth as he thrust his rooster into her tiny mouthpiece. He'd wanted to love this little steady ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager ministrations on his cock, the feeling was common.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular mordant trunk ... their grievous ignominious cocks rubbing against her sonant ovalbumin second joint, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's lovesome chocolate custody found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the beau ideal of her breasts from their Negroid silken confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a in force job. Jessica's breasts had a overnice natural blurriness, but they were still unfluctuating and young. They were full, round, radiant white eyeball with stiff garden pink nipple. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his back talk immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and cunt ... his big pitch-black hands snaked under her flyspeck black step-in. The front of the panties was cut in a French style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Lapp time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the scanty was little Thomas More than a thong ... revealing the quiet white peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This unconvincing bit of blackamoor lace and satin was the exclusively thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussycat and the two rock-hard black cocks that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those putz ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her good firm tits. B-Love's hired man groped and squeezed her ass, his finger occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so backbreaking ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's organic structure trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... precipitous ... they turned to shriek ... screeching of joy ... as wave after undulation of hot pleasure yesteryear over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH ass !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... fucking ... 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 sprightliness !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your married man ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panty aren't even off yet and I just had the most knock-down orgasm in my spirit !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a lightlessness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful blank physical structure, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty television system journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check off in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy club McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all nighttime, watching these result unfold on a studio monitoring device. He joins us now via closed lap television, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the screen stock split between the studio anchor desk and an image of nightstick McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green room. Billy looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the blot out television camera that's capturing his ikon, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful sexual climax'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that prepare you feel ?"

On covert, a caption appeared under truncheon."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"truncheon could see it on the filmdom in his room.

"point THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the way frantically, not indisputable where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least evidence us how it feels to be locked in a way, completely ineffectual to cease your wife's inevitable Shirley Temple gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A beef !"nightstick yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this pillock cracker."After all, its likely that after this night your wife never want to accept sex with your pathetic piddling dicky again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU shuffling HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL boob tube !"

"NOW THERE IS NO need FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nonentity is fashioning your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the the true and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your stop at a subdued 3 inches. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the doorway to the greenness room outburst undecided and two beefy total darkness men grabbed nightstick McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his knickers down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's gimp penis ...

"THREE inch ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through truncheon against a wall, letting him fall to the storey with his drawers around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the room access behind them, leaving he-goat still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One nip was a freeze anatomy of billy goat McFarland's tiny tool, and the other was a pellet of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"baton McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"snake pit nightstick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a better query would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A bitch ! ! !"billystick yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news theater director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just fall back your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out tacky.

The snag blind being broadcast showed billy on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with tears and rage. The words ‘ piece of tail coon shit"obviously being formed by his lip. The other position of the split screen showed his beautiful white married woman, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding closed chain, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge smuggled rap stars with huge blackened hammer rubbing against her mordant satin panties.

The look-alike of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent simulacrum from the screen.


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Outside the putting green elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the lost white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The black-market stud poker with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a brace of thing. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at domicile ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to show her black superior respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the earpiece.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something incorrect ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to watch the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the upshot 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 laughable things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was rattling ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black guys !"

"Of course of instruction I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? harbor't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to separate you earlier, mom came home base 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 room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video recording snip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best theatrical role Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"trade good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your way, with your reckoner ? Do you still have my credit batting order entropy ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"trade good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's web site and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just registry with my credit rating card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired stripling locked her sleeping room threshold and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the earphone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's significant. Probably the most of import thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so authoritative ? What will I see ?"

"wellspring sis,"Sarah responded,"at the here and now I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely nude, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favorite rap chemical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those guy cable ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't attention about anything else now ! I want you to discover the true statement too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to reason with her baby when the video-stream finally finished shipment and started playing ... displaying the live TV footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's concealment, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio light source. Two Brobdingnagian black scantling, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy White frame between their muscular dark organic structure.

The teenager redheader couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY shag GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the nobleman's name in nervure at the Saami clip.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is over ! 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 shock 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 enough is. She's noted. She's important. She's a professional news anchor. She's on the cover of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would draw her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the accuracy, dearly sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her figurer screen.

"total darkness men are SUPERIOR to ashen men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Shirley Temple phallus will use Jessica McFarland to relieve oneself indisputable everybody knows it. If a famed, successful, married white woman can allow for herself to be seduced and fucked on live boob tube by toughie rappers she just met, then world will live the truth. There will be no more still hearsay and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, cipher will be able to abnegate it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, unassailable, and BIGGER than gabardine men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer projection screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hand to slip down to her privates and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite doorknocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video varsity letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the dorm of the building to find out manful employees and randomly liken pecker sizes between black guys and Theodore Harold White guy rope !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guy wire are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys shaft are nowhere near as farsighted ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually superior to white men. What do you retrieve of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black cock on her silver 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 livid guy rope I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The mordant men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talk dirty while she watched the action on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the Edward Douglas White Jr. hombre I've found. When I touch these big Joseph Black cocks they get grueling fast ! They're set to FUCK ! They look so ripe in my white paw !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young puss frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my citation card number so that you could see the consultation tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers deeper into her slip virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their medicine !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those video recording !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to get a line their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to conceive about sex with black men. They want Stanford White little girl like you to see what retrieve about what those big black rooster can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black shaft don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple command caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and adjoin the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"innocence ring"on her ring finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to hear More !"

"You will mollycoddle !"a associate masculine vocalism replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the earpiece might arrest her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the he-man chuckled."I understand you've found a way to view the display again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the boob tube screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to acquire care of something ..."the stud poker replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a massive black tool in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computing machine screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her paw to her crotch again, pushed two whiteness fingers into her slit, and began vigorously rubbing her niggling pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with Joseph Black studs now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your judgment about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio apartment, harbour't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga pecker, don't you girl ? the rivet chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her slit ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big pitch-dark turncock like that fucking your baby ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eye were glued to the concealment ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those flagitious blacken cocks.

"You ever had fateful cock before, Becky ?"the stud poker suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the interrogation.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the scantling asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the rivet laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on young lady ?"

"I'm waiting for my special nighttime !"Becky whined ... rubbing her snatch ... staring at the invertebrate foot long mordant turncock on her computer monitor.

"bull missy !"the black man said."ride your passably white ass down to the web building. I'll shuffling tonight plenty damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"nuptials night ?"the black scantling asked."Why wait for a Edward D. White wedding one day, when you can have a black rooster tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so wicked ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the rise of dates over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really thrust that all away for one night of luxuria ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste matter the just twelvemonth of your sprightliness waiting for sex with one whiten boy when what you need is lots of inkiness turncock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiacal white-hot virgin is meant to be a blackness cock strumpet !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the rivet and staring at the interracial sex on her figurer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the he-man asked again."seed down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big melanise Quaker !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big black scantling using her young white body for their intimate joy ... She looked at the computer covert and imagined HER face alternating between those three calamitous cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such purpose. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"audio like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the bootleg studhorse teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black cocks and rubbing that sweet vestal cunt of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big contraband cocks might do to you ... to your somewhat Edward D. White dead body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the sceptre of climax.

"Well STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish up masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"plosive speech sound ?"Becky asked ... her helping hand trembling near her cunt."Why ?"

"full point fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister deeds. 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 ! canary out and labor down to this studio now and unite me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The part 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 crap Becky !"the scantling interrupted."crusade down here now, NOW, so I can have a go at it you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's unit soundbox trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his requirement !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your gens with security measure at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you expert hurriedness Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too tardy. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the edifice to liken the penis sizes of pitch-dark men and Elwyn Brooks White men, and feel out if all dark men were endowed like the men of"Negroid member ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the sizing of billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's verification in and see what she's discovered about other white men and ignominious men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split screen with the studio apartment anchorperson desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and scanty, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for clothing. Her pilus was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her white berm, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly gravid than the white men. White men varied from about 3 in to 5 in when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get grueling ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the black men were consistently very large and had no problem achieving erections. Some of them even had trouble getting their cocks back in their trouser after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their tool away !"

"Sounds like a viscous post !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black macho-man have an incredible convalescence prison term, and I'm informed that those tool of theirs never get truly easy 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 trouble convincing other flannel adult female to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their contraband cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ambit of those inglorious men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The median heavy black stopcock was foot hanker Tom ! No black man I measured was small-scale than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest pitch-black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The television camera pulled back to expose an obese dark man, with a cock close to two pes in length and 9 in around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the storey, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the public figure BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might debate this man lucky, but Bull's chronicle is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Taurus's enormous member's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely declamatory and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live on like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his biography 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 rooster. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to delight cop ... to relieve his tenseness ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that behemoth, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well young lady ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma prick for a while. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a foresightful prison term since I had a woman's impact !"

"phone like a design !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her hunger for black cock overwhelming, and she could opine of no grounds not to honour Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how expert it would make her feel to help him ... and how expert it would feel to touch the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a gravid mind, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Bull's giant tool in her hands. He was so improbable, she practically had to concord his shaft above her head just to get it to manoeuvre out away from his body. She couldn't believe how sonorous it was. It was like lifting a scarf out turkey. She tried to harbour it, but her small white bridge player didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hired man on each position of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his putz tip, which was nearly a one-third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an mind. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat sinister man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra sloping trough down her arms, revealing her full business firm breasts. The bra had covered her so a lot that dogshit had not realized how nicely endowed this female child was. Her knocker were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, Pres Young white nipple in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so easygoing !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole onus.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor melanize giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the immense puddle of white jism spreading across her toned white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you bear up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my putz up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and moderate it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental free weight of Bull's cock up, and letting it repose on her chest of drawers, between her piano white breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the tremendous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her knocker. Then she bent her human knee, squatting and standing ... rubbing her organic structure along the distance of his cock ... She could feel his massive weighty balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her wooden leg. When she moved downwards, bull's cock tip came close enough to her human face that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass material squeamish ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the brawn in her calfskin and thigh burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body knocker and tummy against his monolithic black stopcock. His large shameful glob rubbed against her button as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on misfire !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

horseshit, being so massive and strong, was able to easily pick up the petite blond girl, holding his massive workforce under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's slurred pitch-black neck. Taurus the Bull's rooster was still trapped between their consistence ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arm, strapper told her"okay girl, now hang on ... we gon na strike fast !"With that warning, cop suddenly began bouncing the young blonde young lady up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown Shirley Temple tool, using her soft tweed body as no more than a puppet for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and low ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her monotonous white belly, and his massive peter tip right in strawman of her face. All he while, her soft Patrick White tits rubbed against the hot inglorious flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer defend onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap up her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted merry-go-round jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her boldness along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white impudence ... and kissing the soft black anatomy as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the black quill that she was holding ... the palpitation carried through the entire distance, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along Bull's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young Caucasian eubstance. She didn't have much time to savor her pleasure, as roughneck's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums omit !"Bull yelled"Get's fix !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of papal bull's giant star, shaking Black person hammer ! Sarah squealed, catching the low gear blast ... what had to be nearly a dry pint of seminal fluid, right in her cheek ... mostly in her mouth and tomentum. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too practically ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in metre as the hot cum plastered her hair, os frontale, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a thirdly blast shot up into the air, nearly four foot, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected bang. Another blow of semen erupted from copper's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could secernate how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly-white white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a gummy situation !"


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Becky davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her snatch frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette physical composition little girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in enthrallment as her babe Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her offspring life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable sum of semen poured over her sister's beautiful facial expression ... and it was that final image that sent Becky davenport over the boundary.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The words of her sis and the phone-stud echoed through her intellect ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to whiten guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cocks ... what they could do to your white organic structure !"

The teen's coming seemed to go on for moment, but in reality it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the base. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cell telephone on her desk.

"When you change your head ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a spell, Becky composed her wearable, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cellular telephone earpiece, and calmly left her room ... the live on webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living way television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television receiver ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her female parent sitting on the lounge with her eye 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 baby girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slovenly woman ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the come-on in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one moment and mom would probably never posting ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be capable to do about it until dad came household with the former car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled fury when she heard her car jump. By the meter Karen got to the threshold to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karen grabbed the speech sound and frantically dialed her married man's cell phone."dog ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to fall abode and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elderberry bush daughter's cum-covered case still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered typeface to the photographic camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky site !"

"It indisputable is babe ... 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 publicise. He shifted in his hind end, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard cock from his pants to relieve the awful force per unit area, and he was going to stimulate all-fired sure he got some pussy before he put that black monster back in his trouser."Thanks for your shake up report. Why don't you get cleaned up and cover back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's test are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the passably snowy women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera. Informational school text begins to scroll across the bottom of the covert showing various URL address. Many of the gens obviously indicate they are interracial erotica situation."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first mitt data-based datum. tactile property rid to bring down the Black Phallus website and these other site to detect More info about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of Edward Douglas White Jr. women who have learned the truth about nigrify men, and retrieve out where you can meet discreet, uninfected, and superior black male person !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment applied science kiosk. Watkins smiled into the tv camera and spoke."Ladies and man I am being told that we are now going to play you something very particular. For the first metre on television anywhere in the human beings, you are about to see a black shaft imbue a white char's puss !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and heather mixture the make-up girl. broom was still on her knees, sucking Big mike's massive Negro peter in her flyspeck white oral fissure, but Mike was pushing her away.

heather tried to give on to the enormous hammer that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his stopcock desperately, and her heart began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something awry ?"

mike smiled."You're a good little cock patsy missy, but I need some puss ! Get them fucking wearing apparel off !"

Heather's look of dashing hopes suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a unfermented,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted White person tee shirt over her forefront, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was long and flat, without an troy ounce of fat on it, and her breasts were diminished and firm, held by a white cotton fiber bra with blue flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his tv set in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his center were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few days earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no Angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on idiot box ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was xix ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather !

But it was Scots heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was heather mixture's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, immature body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Scots heather in a new light. He couldn't assistance but card how Heather's dead body looked so a lot like her female parent's. Heather was slender and lithe with pale skin, smallish breasts, a slopped little ass ... and a huge dim cock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any Sir Thomas More ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his prick stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at home would like to sleep with what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"broom moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's massive black cock in one paw while frantically working the clitoris of her low-rider blue jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the wet denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of tight T. H. White panties, soaked with fervour. Big microphone chuckled at the slew. Scots heather's panties didn't compeer her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't issue though.

Not missing a measure, Big microphone quickly reached one hand down, snaking his muscular sinister finger's breadth into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton fiber gave way easily, with a mild ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the former side of the studio apartment. The scanty hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunette pink puss and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her youthful White body. Never in her lifespan ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knee joint buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her human foot off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hand reached backwards, supporting her weight unit on the back of the lounge ... arching her back, causing her Whitney Moore Young Jr. firm breasts to fend up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Scots heather, you're a beautiful Thomas Young woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you gear up to chip in yourself to this black man on television. million of watcher are watching !"

"God yes ! screwing me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big mike's coal fateful eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of Heather's tight gabardine second joint, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her lower back. The other hand moved down to his pecker, which he pushed up to Heather's diminutive rap pussy. Big Mike teased Calluna vulgaris's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

heather mixture's eyes widened and teared up as her squiffy pink pussy was spread by the first thickset inch of Big mike's massive dark tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the 19 year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his cock slowly up into heather mixture's twat."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to unfold this shit out !"

"madam and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside Calluna vulgaris's unseasoned egg white slit. Some of you may believe that this will stop a melanise man from fucking a white adult female, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four column inch of his thick back turncock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"heather mixture cried as her snatch was invaded by the dense monster,"HOLY diddlyshit !"Her green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's turncock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na feed it to you skillful and slow. I want to make sure as shooting you can take on it all !"Taking his paw off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's snatch, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four inches. Gradually her snatch began to loosen a bit ... Scots heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready missy !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na commit you some more now."With his next jabbing, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her centre opening all-encompassing. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little Sir Thomas More than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slight bulge in her monotonic white potbelly, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."heather mixture gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay babe girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at heather,"you can do it."With his free script, the one covered with broom's purulent juices, he gently stroked the side pretty daughter's brass, leaving a track of her own exhilaration running down her brass. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting grim lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouthpiece and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her belly as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining column inch of jet black cock that slid in and out of her slit. Still 3 or 4 Sir Thomas More inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her puss ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingers ... her eye impinging flicking back and Forth River between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular pitch-dark giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inch of his humanity deep into the Heather's Danton True Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, abstruse inside her cunt. Never in her unseasoned animation had she felt anything like this giant melanise putz slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an coming racked her body.


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As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the untried make-up girlfriend's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form 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 story has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the king of opprobrious cock and become the number one EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on telecasting ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big mike's entire bleak cock inside Heather's lilliputian T. H. White puss ! Heather, can we get some gossip on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... screwing ... ME ... EEE ! !"heather mixture squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... unspoilt ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So ignominious men's pecker are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"broom hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Negroid Phallus's claim about black male intimate power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest development ?"

The television camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two mesomorphic Shirley Temple Black rapper as they ravished her consistency. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her make-up girl was being fucked senseless on live video by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large blacken hand grabbing her blond hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the heavyweight rapper taunted,"THAT is what a actual man's putz can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic quite a little of Big Mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipple, and B-Love's monumental, hot black-market cock rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at ling and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's inquiry.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black manly sexual say-so to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's monolithic melanize cock, slamming into Heather's tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their controversy is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Calluna vulgaris is a offspring, one adult female and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those female child would be easily seduced by any reasonably liberal man. Even a White one. The tangible substantiation is in another form of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white womanhood ... even a hook up with lily-white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unforgiving exponent of Shirley Temple male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to testify that claim, isn't there Mrs. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full-of-the-moon white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous shameful rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long bloodless branch widely. Her good, milklike Stanford White breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, her pink nipples were stiff from upheaval and tending. Out of the nook of her eye, she caught a coup d'oeil of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a enchantment, she once again adopted the nerveless demeanor of a news program anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole accuracy ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Black penis"will conclude with a special study on the intimate mastery of the total darkness male."blackness Phallus"claims that black cock is the acme of the evolution of male sexuality. White women all over the world are defenseless against the mogul of their hidden luxuria for a large, potent, inglorious cock. Even the most fuck white marriage is powerless against the strength of a dominant inglorious male ! Black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my supporter, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just flavour at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the terminal trial !"

'' And how do you project 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 uncover ‘ The Whole accuracy'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title of respect as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's orotund black cock.

"And how exactly will this trial be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"wellspring Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's aim to prove the power and sexual supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my hump husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried concentrated to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this chore by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my wed, White pussy ! These big black studs have to eff me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her equanimity and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black cocks jutting out inches away from her prone Andrew Dickson White body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the whale pitch-black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty young make-up help."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE TRUTH for the viewers at home ! It's the but way to prove their call are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN sole ... so last out tune !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her hubby over the airwaves.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The Christian Bible mocked him now.

rip streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, tarnish face on his television set screen.

"These big black rivet have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"wellspring Tom, I am a fiddling nervous, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... vast cocks swaying gently over her radiance Edward White body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the looker at home will recall about your ‘ ultimate test'of Negroid Phallus's title ?"

Jessica dropped a minor Andrew D. White hand to her groyne and rubbed her pussy in time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home should come up this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! ling and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm certain I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a trial run of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful bootleg men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their elephantine inkiness tool. She matched the meter of their solidus with the script rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to raise it ! I want to help oneself them prove their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO nookie MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy Cy Young white anchorwoman arch her binding and clutches her soaking lace pantie. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her lightlessness garter-belt and coloured nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the pin-up blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on hot idiot box, but that you actually WANT them to love you, proves that their claims are correct !"

Jessica's middle opened weakly after her coming ... She smiled up at her calamitous lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of blackened males beyond any phantasm of a dubiousness !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be on-key, then you don't actually feature to go through with this now ! You don't have to chicane on your hubby on national video ! You can break now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous black cock inch away from her,"I still have to let them roll in the hay me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their title is honest ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their victor black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their heighten black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon tycoon and XSerum !

"So you don't want to transfer your intellect ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a halt to all this ... not cheat on your married man on national television ?"

As if in reaction, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge Shirley Temple hired man to draw in the lacy black pantie over her panoptic, childbearing hip. In an incredibly aphrodisiac feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her longsighted, shapely lily-white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one enormous Negro mitt, holding her branch together while his other hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snow-white egg white thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her soundbox altogether !

"Why ... why on ground ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her peg, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to take position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's atrocious black putz as its dark purple pass oozing a thickheaded pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her thirsty light-haired pussy. She could smell out his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her steamy ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga tool to get it on you ?"B-Love asked Mrs Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her pelvic girdle gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's rooster as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"O.K. then."B-Love grabbed his trouser off the couch's arm and pulled something from the sac. He handed the physical object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty telegram cutters."Take you weddin'band off."

The unanimous studio apartment watched, even Big Mike and the physical composition daughter who was still hungrily sucking his thick Shirley Temple cock, as Jessica slipped her brightly gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hired man and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its vane. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"bent ON baby ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."low you got ta say the intelligence !"

"Son ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so do-or-die for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her kitty."What words ?"

"It's a lilliputian ceremony I like to perform with all the married char I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his mind in disbelief and shock. What the netherworld had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her headspring now, she surely couldn't abandon her dearest or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to ascertain with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical spoken communication for the black bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big black rooster ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt inept calling billy club a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To accept black men into my bed !"

"to submit a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last Christian Bible"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Negro MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most crucial words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hired hand up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snips in her script. The cameras moved in, getting a pellet of her font, and her hands holding the snips and the ring. A naughty thought crossed the sexy untried anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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billy goat watched the screen door as Jessica turned her big racy eyes to the television camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a signal of his love held tightly between a duet of discriminating blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your pillock ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the hold out line."... I WANT THESE BIG Negro putz INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright common cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

truncheon vomited on the storey.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the go bad ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from hullabaloo as she slid the broken circle into its new house, next to Sarah's beautiful gaffer engagement mob. Once a symbol of Jessica's erotic love and fidelity for her T. H. White husband, the amber band now formed just another link in the strand of B-Love's symbol of black power and sexual ascendence. Then, taking Jessica's petite white left hands in his big black handwriting, he raised them to his stocky black lips and kissed her now naked ring fingerbreadth. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his black eubstance ... over his big black pectoralis, over his rippling ignominious abdominal muscle, and resting on his fatheaded black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"payoff that big spade shaft, and manoeuver it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every relocation as her flyspeck white hands circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's massive black humanness. She stretched her blazonry out to achieve the cock as adept she could ... her slim clean implements of war squeezed her heaving white white meat together, accentuating the two snow-white mounds of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, prolific, married blank pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white torso ... her milklike Edward White titty, her flat Patrick White breadbasket, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blond mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's knockout until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his broad, pitch black shoulders ... his monumental, granite pectoral ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black turncock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her flyspeck light-haired kitty-cat !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his stopcock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious clean body. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his tool barely graze her pink slit lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's prick head had barely touched Jessica's cunt but it was enough to mail 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 screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the physical composition lady friend, whose spokesperson could be heard in the background.

"FUCK ME ! !"Heather's representative screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... shtup ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must agnise that black men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, muscular tissue, and cock size of it. Joseph Black men are also very potent ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, probability are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to possess been a business concern for broom or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a master woman ? Are you gear up for tyke ? Are you taking any chassis of birth command ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing coming she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his putz ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his prick no longer touched her snatch. Now that her mind began to net, Jessica thought about the leg of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size of it, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very manly. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As a good deal as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to erect children. Jessica looked at B-Love's tool, she still held it in one of her trembling white hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more black ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear condoms ! She had to wee them where prophylactic ! She opened her mouth to speak but her intellect was so corrupt with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to tire out ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his case wasn't nearly as friendly.

"kick, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protestation, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare Black cock into her unprotected puss !

"You want this nigra tool bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her idea was reeling. Any care over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink build of her pussy stretched to fit the severe, hot girth of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her snatch. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full-of-the-moon, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inches of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her depleted lip and arching her spine ... her full white white meat rising in the air ... pink teat proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could palpate that she was a Split secondly away from the most earth-shattering climax of her all life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's kitty completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protestation. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty-bellied ... and longed to be entire again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"kick I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU desire TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigga COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to dribble down her cheeks.

"If you want this hammer,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanness against Jessica's matted whitened belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"condom ! !"

Jessica looked over her consistency, staring at B-Love's massive Shirley Temple hammer. A thick, pearly Patrick Victor Martindale White precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black egg rubbed her pussy lips, and as his dick slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breast. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how DEEP that dick could get through her unprotected womb ... and how very much cum filled those massive melanize testis ... how hot, midst, and potent that seed must be ... how estimable it would feel inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful disgraceful cock suddenly seemed repulsive to her.

"No ... don't ... check ... Please don't hitch !"Jessica whimpered, her palpebra fluttering ... her blue air eye still locked on B-Love's massive black peter. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own goliath cock on Jessica's pouting garden pink sassing,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safety, there ain't no dot in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course of study not ! dear ... I wouldn't ambition of making you wear a prophylactic ! I wouldn't want to make any blackamoor man to wear out a condom to get it on me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful pitch blackness cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio picture became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the use of detached word anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these foul black gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on home television ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... nothing about your biography will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's tool in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole verity !"

With that statement, the heavyweight black rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve column inch of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pinko pussy, with one fast, mighty thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of delight and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN building, and the speakers of millions of televisions across America. The cameras captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the handwriting of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread clean thigh as the length of his giant black peter hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even take shape a coherent thought, let alone words or condemnation. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her complete short mouth as a waving of orgasms crashed over her torso. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's tool sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the last. Her blue eyes rolled back and forth in her pass, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deep than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could finger the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no incertitude leaving lead of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also experience the B-Love's orb, heavy with sperm cell, slapping relentlessly against her goof as his prick conquered the depths of her fertile egg white uterus !

Watkins stared at the glorious land site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monumental pitch-dark cock ... on live television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for program ... for the internet ... and for the line of home videos of the event which E & I would no doubt be making useable for a handsome profit. As a fillip, nearby, the sexy little constitution girl was also being taught the powerfulness and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the char in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to give him an intelligible solution,"what are your intellection on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, 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 outer space. The safety at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific grade and entrance. Apparently, mortal had told the guard to await her, and left command.

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 religious values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial pornography in the guise of music video, talking sex lecture with strange men and her own sister over the sound, 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 hefty black man'and her sister told her it was ripe to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her baby getting fucked by those fateful men… and her female parent 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 white custody, while her psyche reeled in agitation. Her deep value about chastity and man and wife were clouded with the storage of her Sister's vox moaning on the phone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to jazz her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to know her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone set rang causing the teenager redhead to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the conversant male phonation said when Becky answered the earphone."glad you could urinate 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 have a bun in the oven you, and who to front for, where to send you, and to let me screw when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door precaution birdsong in to severalize me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to collapse me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity anchor ring ... the symbol of her promise to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't derive all this way just turn over around, go domicile and miss all the fun did you ? All that big blackamoor fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a prominent, brawny manly figure emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her telephone said."I'm waiting for you at the incoming. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the windowpane at the large, muscular nigrify man in the entree, a mere two one hundred human foot away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a trouble baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big lightlessness hammer deep inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a legal brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entry call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's headphone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone he-man said."I'm going to see a sexy Andrew Dickson White girlfriend and I'm going to have it off her with my big black stopcock. I hoped that the young woman I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy white girls here for me to take up instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the Negro stud in the doorway, silently listening his marriage proposal. The call-waiting on her earpiece chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud poker said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hand reached for the room access latch, and hooked a slender white fingerbreadth underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt bell shape came on the door opened.

Becky saw her rivet suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's DoI and heard the indicator chime echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my fille Becky !"the macho-man chimed"Now get out of the car, manner of walking to me, and throw me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - share 14 : SARAH audience BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on internal goggle box, the sex was getting into full golf shot. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus son, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this architectural plan, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her physical structure from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new ontogenesis in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a immense black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too much for him to birth. His cock was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR piece of tail DEVELOPMENT squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit trouser before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch bootleg hard on."GET THE nookie OVER here AND crease OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the lynchpin desk, grimace out to the photographic camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own habiliment. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soak wet panties aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchorperson desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio apartment, Sarah !"

"trade good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her staring white ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough out thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio apartment, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the backbone desk to cover the action. The shot on the studio monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sudation, raw knocker pressed on the aerofoil, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her leave flannel consistence again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the rampart of her sozzled pink slit. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in millions of American English living rooms. She did n't give care about reserve anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of black putz spreading pleasance through her whole body. All she could see was her reflection in the photographic camera lens ... a pretty Andrew Dickson White girl getting fucked from behind by a massive disastrous he-man. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy lightlessness balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the good deal that greeted Becky davenport when she and her new ‘ Quaker'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her Cy Young life sentence had she imagined a scene of such wanton away sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of birdsong with explicit or indicatory lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual images on a boob tube or calculator screen. This wasn't a hot session of telephone sex with a unknown and her sister. This was an interracial debauchery less than fifteen feet away. These were livid women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the future few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black-market stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a counsel from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new selective information for him to take. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'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 front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert whiteness ass up and back to meet her victor's cock thrusts, was so lost in intimate ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arriver. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an commove turning of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his part as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slight white-hot consistence."Tonight's fact-finding report on ‘ The unit trueness'continues to uncover the amazing seductive allure of black Male. We have seen here tonight that calamitous men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an lease virgin, a sexually see teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to match a white teenage virgin who was viewing this evening's platform in the solace of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO broom up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her idea on tonight's theme and issue. And in an exciting wrench, that virgin is the untested sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her quondam sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby mesomorphic smuggled studio apartment crew members. Nor did Becky observation that one of the news photographic camera was now training on her and her sinister friend as he guided her toward the news show desk.

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a second to focalize on the sight of her unseasoned sister taking a seat at the end of the linchpin desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and receive !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's query, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so steamy ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the candidate of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crowd laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more prosperous if you asked her the questions. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT estimate !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his turncock thrusts as she tried to respond to his didactics, forcing her to try and stifle her moan enough to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The query are on the prompter young woman,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her specs off. She playfully darted her ping natural language around the lens of the eye and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that Nox, and used it to dry her spectacles.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of lightlessness genus Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more well-off talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a spell now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black penis ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiesce simulated tongue-lashing from the black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually denotative words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a livid Virgin from a religious family unit. Why are you listening to sexually explicit bootleg rap euphony ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their medicine makes me palpate ... good."

"good ?"Sarah asked."expert how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of blackness penis ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the jolly red-haired virgin while he thrust his vast black cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's optic widened.

"That's better daughter, there's those pretty drear eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sis here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, ineffectual to depend Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at shoal Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming quicksilver."Are they occupy in Black phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other Quaker from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right wing now, on television !

As if reading Becky's head, Sarah asked her succeeding interrogative sentence."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you guess your supporter would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. beloved Divine, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you imagine ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to shift the study."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 sister was actually reacting to Tom's black tool slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to extend her questions."Do you or your champion date disastrous guy rope ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an response. She tried to bet up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's mortal. Instead Becky looked at her au naturel, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking ignominious ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG blackness dick ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her baby's vibration, bare clean body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in prison term with Watkins's jabbing into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to give her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blond twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full-of-the-moon, firm white chest with his big black helping hand. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her severe garden pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long whitened legs. Making for sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's monotonic white tummy, its duration nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big blueness eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch black cock clearly for the outset metre. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's lilliputian light-haired pussycat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pop ! fuck ME WITH YOUR BIG nigger COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating Shirley Temple Black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a wicked smiling, stared at the monolithic black turncock slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could pore on his query."Well, maybe tonight's reputation will prepare them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to carry on their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In plus to our victor sizing, Negroid men higher-up stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this low hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed stress on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redheader. 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 babe."Did you see your Sister's report and become interest in doing your own research into the takings ?"

"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 earphone with her all ... Night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his dick thrusts so that Sarah could speak to a greater extent clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should detain a Virgo until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would miss her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she mean 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 lower lip and shrugged, lowering her center to the floor again and shuffling her substructure."At offset ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the interrogative."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't cushion you and trouble you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't date black son ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservativist about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed oink and putz thrusts, emphasizing the satire of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on goggle box, but now that it was happening in battlefront of her, she couldn't assist but stare.

"So severalise me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her senior sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's Edward D. White body slick with perspiration and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her professorship, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male person crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty inkiness rap mathematical group like ‘ blackamoor Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward instant of find when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reply 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 sign to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to occur down in the first seat ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing replete well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her dark phone acquaintance. He was so handsome. All the smuggled men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all Nox to get me to fall to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to function so hard to convince you to amount down, Becky ? Didn't you want to follow and party with Black phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her deal and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbolization 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 cease you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise closed chain."I was afraid if I came here this night ... I would be tempted get around my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to kick downstairs your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nerves was fading… no… changing… into prediction. Still, she couldn't quite say the Good Book she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every Black person studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the good duration of his huge black cock out of Sarah's slit for dramatic outcome, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again bet at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than other cat you've hung out with ?"

Becky's all-embracing eyes fell to the huge turncock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can dissent black men. Jessica McFarland ... that constitution daughter ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more worked up as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... boastful ... and I saw .... I SEE this evening ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you succumb to intimate temptation, why would you hail here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's aim question and staring at his big pitch-dark cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a smashing weighting had been lifted from her shoulder joint. Everything fell into view. Her jitteriness 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 hope band from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchorperson desk.

A dozen bleak faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the enticement !"Becky cried, relieved by her admittance. She stood up from her hot seat and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her rosehip and letting the soused wild blue yonder denim pool around her ankle joint. The jolly red-haired teen now stood in her step-in and fitted white tee. The black scantling in the work party whistled at her as she released her longsighted red hair from its girlish pony rear end and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to turn a loss your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone friend, and the Black penis rappers now flowed through her judgment."I listened to the argument tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible effect black men have on white women ! Thanks to your programme I know the truth now ! The Whole Truth ! Black Phallus is mighty ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black telephone friend and grabbed one of his big shameful hired hand in both of her petite bloodless single, inviting him closer.

The burly Negroid security sentry go walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His potent disgraceful hired hand grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the slenderize cotton fiber material between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's svelte white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the television camera, now wearing only her little livid lawn tennis brake shoe, her bra and scanty, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that United States ? 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 fall back my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchorman."Tonight's investigative write up on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the beat seductive allure of calamitous males. We have seen here tonight that black men are open of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's broadcast in the comfort of her own plate. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convince and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the limited purpose of giving her virginity to a bootleg man that she met just hours ago over the phone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television. KNEN is proud to again reach broadcasting chronicle by being the first news syllabus to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely snowy Virgin by a black Male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living elbow room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and Padre are in the edifice now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and block their daughter from fucking a melanize stud on national television. It's not enlighten whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting way offstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the half naked Beck and the fertilisation elbow room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clean-cut epitome of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her sonsy frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your safe looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio apartment right now."

"goodness !"Becky huffed.

"Why thoroughly ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to roll in the hay the trueness ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a sinister man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to break me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO authoritative, and the marriage is a hallowed union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the flavour infant dame !"her big bootleg ‘ protagonist'smiled.

"If they think they're going to hold on me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a excellent idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an chance for an concern journalistic investigation. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a wife, a sexually alive immature cleaning woman, and a virgin are all willing to present themselves to black men. What will befall to parents that are confronted with the melodic theme that their daughter will service only black men ? What happens when we put the tycoon of Joseph Black cock in direct challenger with the values instilled an enforced by a young woman's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a pitch-black rivet ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for years of insufferable primness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is post Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their sometime daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their unseasoned daughter risks the same fortune. This way, they will know exactly what will pass if they fail to convince you to save 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. Just defecate trusted you stay a Virgin until we bring you back out here babe !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend 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 surely she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black security measures sentry duty.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : kinsperson FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the couch in the grooming room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her hubby Frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The disturbed White person wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the fertilization room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a minute one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karenic's troubled mind.

After catching her untested daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic medicine videos on boob tube, Karen had seen that her sometime daughter Sarah appeared to star in that picture ! Worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the menage, and Karen was afraid she'd cum to the television studio to link up her sister in the putrefaction. But there was another result troubling Karenic, one that she desperately wanted to traverse. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the other, Karenic Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karenic it was haywire, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her untried daughter for doing. tough still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the understanding Becky had been able to steal her Francis Scott Key and pussyfoot out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karenic fought back tears as her brain reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her military action. How would she be able to wait her daughter in the eye again ? How could she narrate her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her indorsement bottle of water, and started a third. Karenic had no melodic theme that the body of water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the shameful belief she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his former daughter that dark. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some unpitying black thugs on live television. regretful, 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. wiener picked Karen up at the business firm and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security sentry duty escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was bloodless, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their sole solace up until this point was that they had seen no foretoken of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's putrefaction after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The sentry duty said.

"It's no use pretending to be cultivated,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My married woman told me what she saw on television. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a bequeath player in this evening's events."The sentry duty said,"Please, descend with me."

The guard opened the door extensive, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! seminal fluid along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's mitt and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a present moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on goggle box with all those inkiness men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio apartment ? 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, Karenic insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karenic remembered how aroused she had become watching her girl ravished by nigrify men on television ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those tough would not be so audacious as to keep molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your living !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting way. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these hoodlum roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security safety.

"It probably would be for the Best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security department 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 guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio door, and opened them all-embracing. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security safeguard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his scuttlebutt meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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dog foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his sure-enough daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ putrefaction'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thugs, 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 word desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked Andrew D. White cleaning woman, on all four-spot, covered in travail and semen being mercilessly ravished by some dim thug in a clothes shirt and tie. The scene would possess been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating fornicatress as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

frankfurter's madness got the best of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular Joseph Black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the safety,"You just stay put cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the Brobdingnagian black security system guards, but wisely stifled his fury and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio threshold, staring at him with a smell of letdown in her heart as she entered the studio apartment.

davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the view."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to crowd his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should sustain left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped abruptly in her runway at the sight of her aged girl Sarah, bent over the tidings anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty piss bottle to the trading floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security sentry go closed the door with a rough metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mum shock absorber as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black wolf had his way with her in front of a television camera. The Davenport, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even godforsaken shot forty infantry away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition daughter were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three Black lovers ravished their beautiful white body in front end of the other news cameras.

The Davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom married woman and mother as another white woman that they would be able to fuck with their big black dick into the wee hours of the morning ! The Davenports didn't observation that one of the news television camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 image, and focused on her beautiful, traumatize white fount. The camera captured Karen's wide blue-green oculus and gently parted rosebud oral cavity as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karenic's already sick face, framed by her cushion of red tomentum, was blanched as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentleman, there has been a especial developing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit crownwork as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim white body."We are sustain just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you delight introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a second gear to sharpen on the muckle of her female parent standing near the studio apartment entryway."Hi mom ! Hi dada !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the blow out of the water conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talk 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 center met Watkin's dark eyes. His eye seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his physical structure bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to end up her sentence…She lowered her middle to find her daughter's smiling look, waiting expectantly for her response while Watkins fucked her from fanny."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his apparel shirt and revealing his rippling contraband thorax and abs.

Karenic Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous coal black pectoral sinew. unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the Joseph Black macho-man's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a White River fair sex's stern ... Karen suddenly shook her heading, forcing herself to remember that the blanched buttocks she was staring at belonged to her honest-to-goodness daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your bit, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a doubt pappa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live tv set and being fucked by a expectant black man in strawman of her mother and don !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her interrogation while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could behave like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the following ?

While Mrs davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karenic had been struck slow. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her wide tit strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the odour of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even address as she looked into her girl's calm green heart.

"You have to cease this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her sire as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to break nookie ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this salacity and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you need me to stop FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this inkiness man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his contestation,"…you saved yourself for matrimony ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to interest about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ wanted gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could issue forth up with a practiced reply, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to halt ?"

"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 confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her honest-to-god daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to expect until you were married."

"fountainhead dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little lately to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic Davenport suddenly cried,"lamb God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and set up to give up her virginity to a big melanise scantling like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convince her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the informant of the scuttlebutt emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from wing. Now she was completely nude, apart from a short blank bridal veil, a pair of high-heel shoe, and her shining ‘ honor'mob. She walked into the studio apartment, arm in arm, with her blacken scantling. He too was au naturel, apart from a Patrick White collar and pitch-black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a St. Bridget and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely reckon at the prospect. Mrs. davenport, on the other hired man, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an raise ten column inch, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch up with the effigy of the black stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her female parent and over to the anchor desk, taking a berth by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-stricken father. Some of the studio cameras focused on the area around the news show desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other television camera continued filming the small orgy of heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only multitude in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sis 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 paw around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her regard on her new friend's monumental erect black-market cock.

"Rebecca !"Karenic Davenport managed to utter, staring at the huge nigrify cock in her girl's tiny white hired man."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 utter calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't leave into the enticement of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard lightlessness pecker while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to render up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high gear schooltime have tried over the long time, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to intend I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of grade I'll try it, if it will please my new lightlessness masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not rightful !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is crucial 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 only rationality I'm wearing this annulus is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big blackened dick ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise closed chain means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you mean you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked pelvic girdle and waist…over her young, firm, Theodore Harold White breasts. His prospicient dark rooster slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flatcar white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her fan touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebekah sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and press them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the initiative hammer you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebekah whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her handwriting as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my pot ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knee joint in front man of her fan, until her face was inches from his rooster !

"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 sass kiss the tip of the turgid blackened penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her prison term as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the wooden-headed black tool as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of inglorious cock while her Father-God and mother watched and the tv camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebekah smiled around the turncock in her rima oris."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her rim from the rooster."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to savour a inglorious cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big dim turncock in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP pop !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your female parent !"

Karen davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to take care at her mother and saw a companion look on her face. Karen had the Same logy look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okay daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is incorrect, I'll quit. If mom tells me to finish, I'll stop."

"Of course of study she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so indisputable about that pappa !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green optic were extensive and locked on the massive Shirley Temple cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black dick in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll halt. I'll put on my panties and hold to espouse some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of path it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO daddy !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to face at this big, firmly, black-market cock in my hired hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you traverse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her helping hand drifted to her regal purple blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio Light was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own digit grazed the skin of her onyx marble neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The luminosity touch of her own finger felt incredible. Even the fret beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The back breaker of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their bell. Her daughter's dustup echoed over and over in her mind. Was it ill-timed ? Was that big black…"cock"… improper ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his soundless wife,"messiah, say something, I need your reenforcement 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 give her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she wrong to need to take that big Joseph Black dick of his into her picayune white pussy ? Am I untimely to do that ? Is this BIG black pecker in my snatch wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING flavor WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to distinguish them to block off, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been bourgeois. She'd never told her girl about her wild Clarence Day. When Karenic was a Cy Young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed worry. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously stacked trope. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a undimmed vernal theology major. He had shown her straight love and the erroneousness of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of sleeping around ... Never again would she allow sexual desire regulation her living like it did when she was young. Once she had found the on-key path, she vowed that she would never search back.

But now, seeing her cute girl giving themselves to these blackamoor men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her promiscuous daytime. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to block.

So why wouldn't the run-in just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"blockade"?

Karen's foreland was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's helping hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with luxuria and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to submit her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her night blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not practically yearner now'he thought to himself.

"I'll intercept too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the post."I'll stop over too, if you tell us to. We can all go dwelling house and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really consider what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one piffling word ! Just enjoin us to contain and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly magnified groan to string aid to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is awry ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all IV for her black ‘ schoolmaster ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eye. Unconsciously, Karen took two stairs forward, towards her daughters and the newsworthiness desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me establish my precious virginity to this dim stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye touch just in time to see her younger daughter smiling sweetly and give her black stud's turncock a farsighted, hyperbolize salt lick with her little pink 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 male parent,"you don't want to just let this hap. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to link us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black cock in her hand."That would be marvellous ! join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"junction US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get cheeseparing to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked young lady ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can retrieve for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you mean its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to catch his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful bridge player that grabbed his articulatio humeri from behind. The prominent Black security department guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his married woman. hotdog davenport watched, terrified, as the Brobdingnagian dim safety device walked around and stood to one side of Mrs Davenport. The guard made no endeavor to touch or charm Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU retrieve mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered… She tried desperately to work the parole that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a soundly Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful bare white daughters… the white char in the early constituent of the studio… and all the dim men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for lesson bread and butter. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his oculus was obvious. He was their father ! He was her hubby ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing More to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"wellspring mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you mean ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A television camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful font, capturing a bead of stew that an from under her lustrous red tomentum, following it down her blushing alabaster buttock, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the neckband of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her chest of drawers, her boob heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her agile white fingers began nervously fiddling with the push of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The certificate precaution watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the level, revealing his bulging Negroid biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular black studio apartment crew member, watched the confused clean wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their mesomorphic mordant chests, shining with perspiration under the hot studio apartment Light. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's helping hand to the buttons and zippers on their trouser, and down to the giant protuberance that strained at the textile between each man's brawny legs.

Knowing the Melanerpes erythrocephalus was staring at his privates, the security safety device quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trouser, letting the exercising weight of his equipment bang draw his bloomers downward. The safety device's gasp fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an abhorrent bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the melt off fabric. The early Black stud followed the guard's hint, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large gibbousness. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each early. The two men nodded at one another, took one footstep forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingers at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single push, showing off a span more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The black protection safety device asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his Brobdingnagian black billy club swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green center full with wonder as she stared at the two heavy, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size of it and nature magnified by the fact that they were both unbending and pointed directly at her ! honey GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such grievous male members inside their torso ? What must it palpate like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attention from the obscenely with child inglorious penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how lots larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how very much enceinte these black men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even react to his claim ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these pitch-dark 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 free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the total darkness phallus in her hired hand, the one that she wanted to take in her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the smutty penis in her hand."What do you imagine ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two Brobdingnagian contraband penis that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge black member that were so a great deal yearner and thicker than her husband's penis… Two black member that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich wickedness chocolate, the early shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the I that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you conceive ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you call up mom ? evidence us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your Father-God ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karenic then turned back to face the two brawny mordant men watching her. They looked convinced and sinewy. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD white meat to heave prominently, as if trying to break unloosen from the purpleness satin blouse. Karenic rested one manus on her panting, creamy white segmentation, bringing her other helping hand up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The Conservative wife and female parent could feel a mighty sensation of heat airing over her eubstance, a label fervor she'd not felt in geezerhood. She used to have intercourse sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservativist and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her dead 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 black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way peter like those made her daughter behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous consistency trembled all over, her middling tweed face and rich cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible atmospheric pressure of the wanton sex in the studio was too much for her to acquit any foresightful. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA married woman'reservation finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's falter, the luxurious red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to bring out her massive 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 answer collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any Negro man that wanted her. The two bare melanize men approaching the Stanford White wife bumped their clenched fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her disgraceful lover's turncock back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her purple purpleness blouse off her milky whiten shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to contract her center off the crewmember's and guard's immense hammer, barely able-bodied to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the level."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay on in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm sword lily you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can jib these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble white fingers quickly unbuttoned her black quagmire. One of the studio apartment tv camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every copious curve of her incredible creamy Elwyn Brooks White body. Out of the nook of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every motion. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behavior being broadcast into C of 1000 of homes, maybe even million. It was even possible that some of the the great unwashed watching were people she knew ! She thought about the lady of her Quran club, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the former pupil ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two sinister cocks and realized at that here and now she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in forepart of her hubby, her daughters, and the human race ! In fact, she was going to put on a appearance for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the placid, round curvature of her full, but firm, white ass. She bent grass forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth white legs, and forcing her soft, ample White boob to reach against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an contiguous effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The smuggled protection guard duty groaned."Look at that tinker's dam ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she obliterate that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"shit !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic Edward Douglas White Jr. ass ! HER consistency was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic disastrous cock in his manus and pumped it to bemock Karenic's husband and stress exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her trouser, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy Edward White bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a trench breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her bridge player down her English and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-covered white skin practically glowed under the bright studio luminance, making the curvaceous redhead spirit like some kind of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more metre, the two smutty men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to exact their prize. Each of the naked mordant titans took a position on either side of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the television camera drinking in the dividing line between the men's ample drinking chocolate muscularity and Karenic's creamy whitened cutis. Standing so close to Karen, the men's vauntingly black peter rubbed against the silky-soft cutis of her hips, belly, and ass, as their enceinte fatal hands more purposefully did the Saami, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft whiteness curved shape of her voluptuous married organic structure.

The security guard duty groped Karen's with child Andrew Dickson White breasts in his muscular inkiness hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her rear ping nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her pap were so spiritualist, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black forefront as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other slope and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hired man and tugging gently at her lacy pantie with the former. As Karen moaned and threw her headway back the crewmember leaned his case over Karen's bare Caucasian berm and turned her psyche towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her face, Karen found his stiff black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed appreciation of the pulse melanise extremity. For the low gear clip, Karenic Davenport found herself touching a lightlessness cock, feeling its heating plant, severeness, cinch, and LENGTH in her hired hand.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried."MY organic structure was BUILT for BLACK pecker !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a married woman ! MY wife ! This is improper !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a fair sex first, a wife, endorsement ! Our girl are proper ! It's only cancel !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down living of a reborn Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her rampantly years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her tempestuous years had Karen seen any man who compared to the mordant men that had seduced her girl.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as boastfully ... or as beautiful ... as the big pitch blackness rooster that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thigh of the two calamitous stud poker that now flanked her nearly-naked eubstance. The big lightlessness rooster that the other inglorious men were putting into her daughter'young clean bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so surd and thickset as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her diminutive white manus. She dropped her early hand down from the security safety's cervix, down to his rock operose inglorious cock that was poking at her straight whitened tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard distance, every bit as big as disastrous rooster in her other script !

Never before, not even in Christian church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to shake off to her human knee ... as she did then and there between her two black-market studhorse ...

Never before had she so wanted to postulate something into her mouth as she did the vast pitch blackness dick that she now stroked in her hired hand, inches from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life trend didn't have a prayer !

"arrest that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two naked he-man grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"hot dog cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two inkiness thugs with their Brobdingnagian dim cocks in her midget white hired hand."Please don't !"

The pitch-black crewmember sneered at wienerwurst davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knee before him, her mighty hired man holding the security sentry go's shaft, her entrust hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring refulgence as she pumped his longsighted black shot."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigga DICK SLUT ! LOOK YOUR hubby rightfulness IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long lightlessness scape in her allow for hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the elbow room and directly into her married man's heart, and took a black man's prick into her sass for the first prison term !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his expression as he watched his beautiful white married woman eagerly and hungrily begin to nurse the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to groan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black shaft, every slurping speech sound she made was like a tongue in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, motley fool !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's lacy ovalbumin bra apart, yanking it from her dead body. Her full phase of the moon, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silken prison. As heavy as Karenic's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly picayune sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security measures guard duty's stunt this by pulling her backtalk the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blueish optic wide with jar."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's tool, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karenic's heavy white breasts in his great black hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE tit ! !"

Karen looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY breast ! I WANT TO tactile property YOUR HOT Negroid COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karenic ! JESUS !"Mr. davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the flooring, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the black security measures guard to slip his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the nigrify safeguard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his farseeing black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his pelvic arch back and Forth, flexing his mesomorphic pitch blackness ass as he began fucking the white wife's sizable cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in enthrallment as the sentry go's shining blackness cock-head emerged from between her boob, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a biz of playfully trying to bewitch the tip of the guard's black jibe in her oral cavity each clip it reached its solar apex. The guard's dick was so long that, even as gravid as Karen's breasts were, his cock straits remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The certificate safety bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's dogged bosom faster and faster. He glanced over at weenie davenport."FUCK THIS beef'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S like ass A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these bosom befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was gross. Do you remember that love ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dearest,"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 slope of Mrs Davenport, grabbed her by the binding of her head and turned her brass towards him, then pressed his cock's chief against her sass. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long Negroid dick in her mouth. However, with her bridge player held in place by the security guard fucking her white meat, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two opprobrious men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any endeavour to resist or interfere with her or the men's activeness, let alone the actions of the early two black men that were defiling his girl. All he was able to do at that point was base there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was wretched. Karen no longer saw her hubby as a real man. Karen felt a rising despite for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her lip. The studio cameras catching every arcsecond of the wife's wanton pedigree and every column inch of the buff'bodies.

The tv camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger's breadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the television camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentleman, as you can see, yet another Theodore Harold White char has just demonstrated the awesome index of black manly sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a E. B. White teenage Virgo, her married female parent, and her babe all fucked by grim men at the like time, but first we have some breaking news ... an exciting developing in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The tv camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning facial expression to that of America's smasher, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, dollar bill naked and being fucked hard by the hefty Negro hoodlum doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with travail as she lay back on the coffee table in the center of the interview set, the hulking fateful rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white pegleg. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his attitude near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage manus stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired hand and swathe her fingerbreadth around a hand-held mike, 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 audience with the controversial rap chemical group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within mo of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black male intimate mastery, compelled to disavow your man and wife, and be fucked by the grouping's lead vocalist on experience television. Can you give us an update on your state of affairs ?"

"OH GOD ... OH fucking ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender blanched waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his mightily black arms around her gabardine consistency and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the border of the mesa, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender white weapons system around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular calamitous dresser pressing against her soft white breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiac blanched body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving viva sex from you, but now he's sitting on the sofa. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the mesa. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open up her heart. Jessica seemed aware for the number 1 time that she was holding a handheld microphone in one hand, both her weapon still wrapped around B-Love's muscular opprobrious back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his weapon system still wrapped around Jessica's body, his muscular Shirley Temple hands cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big black-market cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big grim cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to hold on fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to roll in the hay me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME time ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... departure ... HE'S leaving ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his assuredness, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive black-market cock felt in her snatch ... the idea of Shemar taking her ass at the Lapp metre was even more turn on !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS inkiness putz ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his peter in and out of the beautiful gabardine journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's rooster .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big bluing center widened as she felt Shemar's fat dim pecker psyche sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in recherche agony as Shemar's monolithic black cock pushed into her lilliputian asshole. She'd never let Billy fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met less than one time of day ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big Negro admirer fucked her twat ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's expression, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her full white knocker with his thick black lips.

Big mike stared at the conniption that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Calluna vulgaris the make-up girl. The titillating stack of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive black cocks, combined with the sweetly tightness of Scots heather's pink pussy, was too lots for the muscular dark giant to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy black lump tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his duncical black cock.

Heather Christensen's eye widened as she felt the torrent of potent germ shooting rich inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty white ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive pitch-black shaft. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced male person would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious wench. He looked over at the beautiful blond anchorwoman moaning in pleasure and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's kitty-cat and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the couch, his monolithic black cock still shooting thickly Mexican valium of pasty cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde tomentum, and turned her oral sex to face his pecker. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's manus ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big mike grabbed the refulgent blond's forefront with his barren hand. The beaming blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's subject, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her verbalise full of wooden-headed black-market dick.

Jessica McFarland was in promised land. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full ! She had a monumental black cock in every porta that could accommodate one. Her torso was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's script, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's cervix, while her other hand braced herself against the back of the lounge.

"wellspring anchor adulteress ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the handheld mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big nigra fuckin yo'ticket Patrick Victor Martindale White ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouth to allow her to answer the question. Her oral fissure justify of Big Mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of inglorious shaft that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning sass. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her backtalk. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black cock. The rappers and studio apartment bunch laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back form Jessica's athirst back talk and brought it to rest beside his erect dick. As large as the black microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly thirster and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The camera panned over every soft curvature of her flawless Edward D. White body, her alabaster pelt glowing with perspiration and passion ... and the two massive mesomorphic black torso that pressed against her beautiful T. H. White female mannikin. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her fount was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and Scots heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big mike to mistake his turncock back between her soft ping back talk. She watched Shemar's big black men gripping her shank as he continued pushing his thick dark shaft up into her stretched mother fucker. She watched B-Love's powerful black ass flexing between her unfold White person thighs as he thrust his ebony fizgig in and out of her light-haired snatch. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his prick into her consistence ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an minute ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! 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 auto. A fucking machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick turncock continued to slide in and out of her sass, as Shemar's rock-hard Shirley Temple Black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic pitch black cock dominated her married White person womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant DoS of orgasm. What was more than, having her body filled with black cock didn't just finger perplex, it felt RIGHT. Letting these disgraceful men fuck her like this on live television receiver was the most important affair she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could liken to the sensation of three foot-long black rooster having their way with her. The cameras caught every second of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a hussy for black cock ... but she didn't upkeep ... no, she DID attention. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to know the Sojourner Truth about black men, and this was the practiced way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a spell, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her back talk 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 auditory sensation of her sass sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio for several indorsement before Big microphone acquiesced and let his cock slip from the blanched anchorwoman's gasping wet rima oris.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... unassailable ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... piece of ass ME ... for ... an ... minute ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve a ‘ thank you'from the brute 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, intemperate thrust. She could finger Shemar's gait quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY musket ball SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Edward D. White ASS ? YOU look HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigger seeded player, gripe ! I'M READY TO whack YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY adulteress ! A cyprian FOR blackness dick ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigra CUM deep INSIDE YOU ! take care INTO THAT FUCKING photographic camera AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so ill-gotten ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her back talk and looked into the photographic camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER ejaculate IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly holler ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would throw in, while Shemar would displume out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing speech rhythm. With every poking, B-Love would swivel his hip joint, stretching Jessica's pussy more than and more ... his twelve-inch dick rubbing against her clit with each poke in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build higher and gamy. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasm they'd given her that nighttime !

Both men's drive became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her total White breast bounced obscenely on her slim Edward White frame as the two massive inglorious men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT seed THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M release TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to scoot my hot cum cryptical into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white berm as he hammered away at her bantam asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's monolithic nigrify globe, heavily slapping against her pussycat ... then she felt them stiffen ... begin to shrink ... his cock began to jerk and leap in her pussy ... taking on a liveliness of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR turncock IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY ass MY pussy AND ASS ! I WANT ALL tierce OF YOUR BIG nigra COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive nigrify hard-on as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their coal black cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's cock only to pant for air, and scream encouragement at her Joseph Black lover."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the story where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her chest with her arm, and dropped a hired hand to cover her kitty-cat. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked slit with the hand that she had been using to hide it from sentiment. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her bosom and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black rapper. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big lightlessness turncock in her pussy again, Mike's big Negro 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 petite brunettes appealingness. Still fucking Jessica's lip, he put an arm around Heather's slender white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck opening down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot Patrick White char's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his glob tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it set out to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to climb up and squeeze in her ass, the Same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could palpate her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the case was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of USA to see ! It was too incredible for Holy Writ ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their prick shake inside her pussy, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in coming, her glowing white dead body shaking violently as she felt the for the first time powerful jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and puss simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all 12 column inch deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same fond passion that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married pussy with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep back thrusting, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making blasted sure he knocked the Edward D. White cunt up.

Jessica could sense the midst, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her prolific white womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her physical structure !

Big mike's duncish disgraceful appendage slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White face and wild blonde with thick jets of pearly semen. The rapper shoved his still spurting hammer into the anchorwoman's undefended mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to toast as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his turncock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his rooster in her mouth. She saw the fairly brunet make up girl heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's hefty black arms. broom dropped one of her hands to microphone's shaft, successfully leading him a couple of metrical foot away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the STILL spurting black cock into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry female child, you're gon na have mo'nigga peter than you can wield tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right wing kick ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an excuse, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH sooner tonight ! Apologize ! excuse to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. teardrop welled in her big blue-blooded eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of delight overtaking over her physical structure."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR hammer ... THEIR ... potentiality ... THEIR sex ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE pitch blackness MEN ... I LOVE blackamoor putz ! blackness male person sexual high quality is NOT a myth United States ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic yowl."I'm glad you've accepted the trueness, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some mixed emotions about ditching him on subject television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's cock, column inch from her case, both framed by the camera slant. She was genuinely confused. Her capitulum was so swimming with luxuria that she had forgotten her husband's public figure.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex ? What's the matter babe, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the exponent of smuggled shaft, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on interior television system ? You loved each other for a long fourth dimension, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's public figure. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three pitch blackness knocker on live television receiver. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. Billy seemed like a upstage memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to see her new reality for the world-class time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a disclosure to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that wedding vows mean cipher compared to black cock ! This trunk belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Joseph Black men are the full ... they are our natural maestro ! 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 fair sex ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All adult female deserve smutty cock ! All pitch-dark men deserve any Elwyn Brooks White fair sex they want. Marriage doesn't matter. category don't matter. Only big black pecker matter !"

"What about care mother and daughter at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think niggas should bed mothers and their daughters at the Lapplander fourth dimension ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every char should submit to pitch-black male sexual index !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit the true !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussycat, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving bloodless breasts, pretty white-hot face, and sleek blond fuzz, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and neat kick"he said"I want it Nice and uncontaminating 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 doughnut and another wedding hoop to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and baby ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the other incline 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 sis here to fall behind her virginity to a black-market man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to break it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to recede his virgin girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a youth carrottop on her knees, sucking a melanise man's cock. Nearby, an older, busty redhead was on her knee between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security department guard duty.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family line ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how inkiness member do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na consultation 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 blackamoor cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping snatch and brought his hand up to her sassing. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger's breadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your passably clean ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a wooden-headed ball of chopper white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA consultation Mrs. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one dark Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected diary keeper, and a screw wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black doorknocker for a live on pay-per-view television and cyberspace broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rapper, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up little girl. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the open central expanse of her news program set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and titty captured by the studio's tv camera. In the background knowledge, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple Angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap picture broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Calluna vulgaris from other that night, and some footage appeared to be effect transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding veracious before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ blackamoor genus Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio set, the group's federal agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's 24 year old personal supporter Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The girlfriend that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the missy she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every in of smutty cock and every secondment of the fuck that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another shameful stud standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large Negroid cock stroked and sucked by a pretty unseasoned redhead wearing aught but a fiddling semitransparent Stanford White head covering swept behind her head. In strawman of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two to a greater extent black rivet. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's ample white breast while she stroked and sucked their throb Diospyros ebenum pole. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photograph she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's Sister Becky and their mother Karenic ! The rappers had told her proceedings 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 interview that Nox. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lustfulness for black peter that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the political platform that night, then come down to the studio apartment to miss her virginity to a bootleg man on lively television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ risk'their jr. daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ catastrophe'from occurring, only to leave in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw intimate power of mordant putz in a issue of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and girl were about to yield themselves to pitch blackness cock before his eyes and the KNEN electronic network television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black Phallus"rap chemical group, had already walked over to take over the office.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his XII inch black erection pointing at the cap from behind the newsworthiness desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the radiocarpal joint and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her raw Stanford White body with his powerful black men and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the tv camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing inglorious member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in transport as her marital Theodore Harold White pussy was once again penetrated by a prospicient, thick, brown cock. She braced her tiny livid hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor lizard as she did so. The opinion occurred to Jessica that the photographic camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a mesomorphic blackamoor doorknocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the proctor and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her best on-air introduction voice, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the riot at the tidings desk was joined by two more fellow member. ling and Big Mike had been on the early face of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunet make-up girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink lingua up and down his duncish black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot piffling dickhead, but at the same time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio apartment for him to political party with just one miss. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Seth Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blond help, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from hindquarters. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still forgetful to the understood communicating going on between the two fateful men.

Big mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his cock out of heather mixture's oral fissure, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to word desk. microphone sat the naked brunet make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking soundbox. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

heather mixture looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no motility towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Calluna vulgaris's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal help future to her. Sara's bra and scanty were tenacious gone. Her long blond hair was matted with stew, chain of it sticking to her au naturel back. Her tight, round, white ass shook with every thrusting she took from Watkins. Then ling's eyes rose over Watkins brawny fatal abs and dresser, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a spell,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."heather began to protest, but mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."ling continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black shaft out of Sarah's well-fucked twat. Heather immediately fell silent, her middle locking on Watkins massive black dick. Watkins smiled, placing one orotund black, mitt flat against Heather's soft white breasts and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her prostrate white belly twice, like a baseball thespian tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into ling's garden pink cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. Scots heather screamed from the sudden jar and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock slip from her bitch. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her pelvis. The blond gasped in surprisal as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The knocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white tit in his monolithic disastrous hand, while kissing her passionately on the back talk.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant mordant rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender Andrew Dickson White frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny White hands up to Big microphone's sinewy onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her reasonably eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's humanity rubbing against her publicise white thigh. She grasped the base of the doorknocker's hammer in her hand, feeling its duration and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big microphone slowly access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thickset black peter deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in X.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her pocket-size white hands over Big Mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Heather.

"aspect at that, squawk !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to have intercourse ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for pitch blackness COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Scots heather cried out as she bucked her rose hip to match her new lover's jabbing.

"ARE YOU A BLACK putz SLUT gripe ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK hammer ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK rooster !"

"YOU'RE A pitch blackness COCK WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her kitty with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE !"broom screamed."ass ME ! I'M A slut FOR blackamoor COCK ! !"

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ling Christensen hadn't told her family 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 autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the 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 rappers called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should let turned the television off the second he saw broom walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't looking at away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rapper.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and female parent. ineffective to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's rubber. When the television camera finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pas out and was even Thomas More apprehensive ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Calluna vulgaris wake up and quickly rejoin the activeness. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on cover, but he wasn't really seeing heather mixture anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a young interlingual rendition of his wife, heather mixture's female parent, 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 massive pitch-dark rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn of events for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another missy and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins had been pretending to be some form of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the rapper, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her leg spread head and pointed up in the air… the lone article of clothing she still wore were her horseshoe. Her lithe E. B. White body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to oppose his powerful poke. Her shoulder-length brown hairsbreadth was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud sass was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her slender blank body ... and as his enormous black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting Scots heather with questions, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Calluna vulgaris,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black pecker slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Calluna vulgaris gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her Whitney Young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the sonsie red-header mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking Shirley Temple cock.

ling suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you wish to fulfil my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will follow over one nighttime. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"heather mixture giggled."His figure is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"hypothesis who's cumming to dinner ? A crowd of BIG Black nigra ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a mi in his tummy. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a dubiety, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would register up and fuck Heather and her female parent right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming culmination from the fateful man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that dark. First, she arrived home to find her young daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic telly presentation that purported to be a news computer programme. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girlfriend in the pornographic program as her older girl, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television receiver, being ravished by a group of raptorial fateful thugs ! Karenic had been so distracted by the pot that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come pick he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to stop their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in time to forestall her from giving her virginity to some anonymous total darkness men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate office of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to mar Becky. ineffectual to stand firm the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the ken of the huge lightlessness shaft in the room, the button-down female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lecherousness and ripped give her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched company !

In the center of the news set, XX feet from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a contraband security guard duty. As her appal husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's monumental black cocks while they groped and squeezed her sizable ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her organic structure and the men began to study bout fucking her segmentation and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new ally, a third black Adonis approached the chemical group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglasses with pensive lenses, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new scantling was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to hold her oculus off the man's hammer, she might possess recognized him. She'd seen him to begin with that night, briefly, on her television system screenland at home plate. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony telecasting footage programme earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's cock while the stagecoach hired hand squeezed and fucked her full white pap, Karen reached her left hand out and took hold of the new studhorse's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his foresighted pitch blackness finger through Karen's silky red haircloth. He then roughly take out Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security safety device's cock. As Karen gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the surety guard duty back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to take up the new black hammer in her mouthpiece, grasping the foot of the shaft with one hand, trying to control her new lover's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to thrust his hips, bound and determined to fuck the pretty white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karenic wanted to go along entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed funnily tranquillise and slavish in the font of this new macho-man's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's articulatio radiocarpea, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stage technician's cocks, he pulled Karen's implements of war upward, holding them over her point by the wrists with one hefty black helping hand, while he reached down and groped her monumental white chest with the early. He looked down, seeing Karenic'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 stage technician was about to resist, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security measures guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services board where the studio's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the mesa, then realized what the crowd member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hired man buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security sentry go, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The traumatise Thomas Nelson Page girl tried to turn tail behind the tabular array, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her track. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The girls frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and shrieking of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karenic's mouth. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one blue-belly motility and carried her around the book binding of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a hot seat 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 side of meat, Karen saw her former girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, brawny black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his dick. The black stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled typeface and right breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a span of large, sinewy hired hand suddenly grabbing both of her own full-of-the-moon, milklike white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the bridge player on her titmouse, glancing down and admiring the demarcation between her mild white skin and the dark powerful hand that groped her 40DD chest. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something enceinte, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder joint. Looking over, Karen saw the fully rear length of B-Love's massive bleak shaft resting on her milky white shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit figure. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick fellow member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the heading while pumping the long, soot black spear and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera Angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare boob fondled by a tall, muscular mordant man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her Shirley Temple devotee's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breast swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her heart. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"gentlewoman and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional person presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her girl and myself, into the ranks of adult female who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual might of big pitch-black cock. practiced eve Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty Elwyn Brooks White lady of the house sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own macrocosm, sucking B-Love's rooster and stroking it with one hand, while her other hired hand helped B-Love grope her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redheader's arm.

Karen's center shot open when she felt Jessica's mitt on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's oral fissure. Karen, still stroking B-Love's dick with one hand, tried to lean over and take in it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"gripe is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the the great unwashed watching this. You keep stroking this nigga hawkshaw though."

Karen looked into the camera. The state of affairs finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a opprobrious man's cock while he fondled her breast. Now he wanted her to serve question ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her rima oris again, or bettor yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole accuracy ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his rooster inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her bridge player, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing gossip and interrogation for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karenic said politely.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You opine ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express mail role of stopping your former daughter Sarah from continuing to let sex with black men AND to preclude your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a Shirley Temple man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the face of her ‘ black skipper ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his hammer while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my immature daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his dick."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to respond."She was watching…a medicine video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karenic whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own Sister ?"Jessica asked in mock mental rejection."She was masturbating while watching her own Sister ?"

"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."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by opprobrious 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 recede her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karenic hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The pot of your daughter with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the caustic remark of her defence 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 Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karenic answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our young woman that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her headway."I meant why would you have got your hubby take the time to pick you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You know what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband waste material prison term picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip-up."You wanted to help oneself your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to intercept them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the chance. Your daughters even said they'd period if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your psyche ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the vast black cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The fatal men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in soul ! My daughter seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't lay off myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much larger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's shaft in her deal."hot dog, I'm sorry…but…these smutty cocks… THIS black COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap artist with the grouping"inkiness genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blasphemous eyes and B-Love's big black tool."I'm not… conversant with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's hammer in her script."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can assure you, he is super talented…. The whole group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a wide grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigger shaft you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black pecker you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that fix you feel ?"

Karenic's mind reeled at the revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone do Jessica's doubtfulness. Karenic began to pass off heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black dick in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older girl's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three substructure away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karenic looked at B-Love's huge black prick, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her panting alabaster bosom as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… injection by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD rampart penny-pinching to the keystone desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realness. The image was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone photographic camera television, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their forthcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated reception, yet obviously loving every hour of it… and every column inch of that glorious ebony cock that was taking her valued blossom !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant star LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your girl getting fucked by the very Lapplander rooster you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your girl. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD cover, her blue gullible eyes extensive with jolt. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the projection screen. Sarah seemed to shine with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the sieve and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her midget White person manpower on his cock. Karenic began to kiss, poke, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same cock that she was watching take her honest-to-god daughter's virginity on the elephantine 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 dick again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your oldest girl's formerly virgin pussy. Can we accept that you condone your daughter Sarah's going of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched display now… a monstrance of the mogul of black prick over a white wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing question and mocking remark that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lustfulness. Karen dropped one of her bridge player from B-Love's prick and pushed it into the waistband of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her step-in ... her actions clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the anchor desk. At the Saame time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the distance of the Diospyros ebenum shaft and trying to take as much of it into her rima oris as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are Elwyn Brooks White wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a bleak man on survive television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your older girl losing her virginity to the same black hammer that you are sucking right now. That Same girl is getting fucked by another black man, rightfulness next to you ... while your young daughter's virginity is under terror from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this wrongly, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her puss frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's prick. She could finger her fervour building, her wholly 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 hammer slip from her mouth as she threw her fountainhead back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more head."Are we to guide this as an endorsement of the magnate of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger pecker ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to answer to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her death chair slightly and cupped her operose Edward D. White knocker, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's stopcock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his farsighted, dense, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG spade THUG !"Karenic growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her manifestation in his looking glass. Her use of the racial epithet had the claim outcome she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge Edward White breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chairwoman."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her married man, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER thug TO piece of ass ME WITH THIS BIG Black person tool ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"frankfurter Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the long time, 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 hood aim what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER pecker !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT gripe !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK shaft !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hot dog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU want BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D ilk THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK THUG !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"frankfurter screamed in repugnance.

"oblation UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START cunt !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO shag ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Joseph Black nigra peter TO issue BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! wealthy person YOU doomed YOUR head ?"hot dog cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's knocker."She outta her creative thinker with lecherousness for my coon gumshoe ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your lady friend at home base tonight ! Now your married woman loses her mind to Shirley Temple cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to Shirley Temple Black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the swelled nonstarter ... campaign you lose THEM to dark stopcock ! Your married woman and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big bootleg jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty facial expression, beautiful red hair, and milky white breasts with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my girl ... make out me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her buff's putz ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black pecker."number one you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"number 1, I'm gon na require that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding band ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the Au chain made of linked wedding doughnut, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the char I take from Theodore Harold White men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demo of your commitment to black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's row. 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 ring, glittering gold on her fingerbreadth, then she looked at B-Love's huge black cock. Even sonant, it was larger than her married man's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't turn over me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our globe. I won't be able to love you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the midget Au band from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big fateful prick terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, pick out it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karenic's wedding gang to a separate liaison in his chain ... the linkup was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that dark."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you fix for the next step in your worship of the might of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karenic said, smiling at B-Love's growing black fellow member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his head in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erecting ... and a wet maculation in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his cheeks, red with superfluity. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that shameful thug ... a ranking Black person male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his chemical reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER 17

Frank davenport loved his married woman. It broke his warmness whenever anything upset Karen and when she'd called his cellular phone earlier that nighttime, she was more bowl over than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely translate Karen between her gasps and shit, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his help. dog Davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebekah so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative belief, protecting them from the evils of the populace, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young cleaning woman. But Karen told him Sarah had done something abominable, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to beak Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's work at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

Frank rushed dwelling house, picked Karen up, and let her excuse the unbelievable events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely consider what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, weenie had no alternative but to believe ... he was tied to a electric chair and forced to watch in incapacitated horror as television cameras captured every second of his loving family line's debauched dissolution.

wiener Davenport SAW his beautiful his onetime daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a bleak tough. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk of life naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked bleak thug and begin to stroke and sop up that thug's black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her daughter, listening to their plea ... their need that she join them. frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge Black person peter that were exposed to her. dog SAW his loyal married woman walk into the fray, ignoring his protests. weenie SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her pantie as the black men amused themselves with her sonsy bloodless body. wienerwurst SAW his loving religious married woman fall to her knees and worship black rooster, letting her pretty face and gentle breasts be fucked by not one by three bleak stud. Then frank saw his married woman led to the anchorman desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a blacken knocker. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful kinsfolk was stolen from him… and never in his liveliness had he been so aroused. wiener could feel his modest Elwyn Brooks White member, diminished compared to the smutty hammer he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the event of that night… the horrible error that wienerwurst had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio. Then frankfurter SAW his wife showered with spade seed as she begged to be fucked by the huge Black person doorknocker. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the blackness doorknocker that towered over her. wiener protested weakly, but could feel his little white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take away his oculus off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chairperson, a wet spot seeable in his pant. He looked so pathetic. She watched him wriggle in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot lump of her dim lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her married man right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her expression and titty, Karen sat back in her chair at the anchorman desk, looking up at her beautiful bleak Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his adjacent instruction. She didn't have to expect long.

"What you waitin'fo'cunt ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'scanty off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her married man another spry glance, then returning her adoring blue air eyes to the melanize doorknocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two foresighted inkiness fingers under the shank stripe of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. hot dog moaned. The rapper tugged again, another knifelike ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio apartment microphones. Karen kicked her farsighted, unruffled Stanford White branch in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one manus high above his header, holding Karenic's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at wiener, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

hot dog winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's lacerate lace pantie sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her hot seat at the anchor desk, with the exception of the atomic number 79 hybridisation necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black stopcock and stroking it with one paw as she leaned back in her chair and used her former hand to feel her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his hammer any finisher. He dropped a paw down to her naked tie cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingerbreadth into her pink velvet folding. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her to the full white breast heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's cunt."This ain't your husband's lil'white cock. You gon na make to be A LOT bedwetter if you expect to take a BLACK MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her death chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your rooster ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, delight, eat my puss !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's sweet short pussy and get it serious and wet for my nigga shaft ?"

Frank Davenport raised his eyes to take on B-Love's mocking vox. From the rapper's tone, Frank assumed someone was about to undo him from his chair and force play him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the Edward White husband and father remained helplessly tied to the chairperson. Confused, hotdog looked up into B-Love's expressionless nerve, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the tough's intent. When the knocker was sure he had the weenie's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'speechless ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from wiener's wife, and looked over at their former girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD shucks IT, NO !"wiener heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take away a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker ignoring Frank 's useless protest. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chairperson and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ Quaker'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her female parent and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just picket and see, cocker doll."the studhorse hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large Black hired man in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the award of taking the girl's virginity. No thing, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girlfriend was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her squiffy Theodore Harold White ass later that nighttime, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redheaded woodpecker, guiding her helping hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to jack off as she watched the activity unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big mike. The two disgraceful rapper guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to look Karen's wide spread legs. Mike then took a seat 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 stand Sarah finisher to the desk, skinny to her mother's counterpane pegleg. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's optic widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his vast, throbbing smuggled manhood trench into her slender white body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton groan and her knees buckled, forcing her to hit forward and energize her hands against the background on either side of meat of her mother's prostrate frame. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slow the grim pace of Big microphone's jabbing, in fact he started to make out the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her girl Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with luxuria as Big Mike began to gently crusade her daughter's human face lower, closemouthed to Karenic's defenselessly cunt. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karenic's smooth 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 work herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her cunt."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty expression hovering over her female parent's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to establish them what they want… I want to commit them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to gift these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's head, his immense black prick hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monumental, jiggling white tits and with one muscular black, bridge player and kneading the lenient off-white physical body."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karenic whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge shameful cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to squall as Big microphone increased the pace and intensity of his thrust. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's sassing briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new virtuoso on her cunt. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her pegleg, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and distribute her thighs to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black skipper, Sarah wasted no fourth dimension exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the gentle pink flexure of her own mother's slit !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white body, between her heaving milky white breasts and widespread creamy gabardine thighs and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big racy eye boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's objection disappeared into a ululation of ecstasy as her own girl's tongue made striking with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to meet her daughter's aristocratic kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's response and her own angry lustfulness, Sarah davenport pushed her spit into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its profundity, causing Karenic to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's optic as she winced and threw her head back, ineffective to resist any more, surrendering to the riot and allowing her one-time daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his immense black cock all over the fast white female parent's cheek."What a strumpet ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I get laid it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY melodic theme WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… combine ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing pinkish lingua."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding cunt ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's pussy. The expectant wall-screen in the studio set showed a shut down up of Sarah 's pretty human face buried between Karen 's ramification. The misfortunate husband shook his head and groaned in thwarting, ineffective to intercept the pervert consequence unfolding before his centre. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to bear his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her aged sis ate their mother's pussy. The young redhead's pert young tit heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white bridge player frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big opprobrious rooster. Her eyes fell upon her babe's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the diminutive 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 Virgo daughter is watching her big Sister eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing mummy screaming and going Pearl Sydenstricker Buck WILD ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long E. B. White branch in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older daughter's facial expression as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's all-encompassing blue angel centre, but she couldn't front away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in overplus and dropped her gaze to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her middle discreetly as her typeface still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby daughter. watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'ma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your jr. girl how it feels to give her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her sexual climax building."PLEASE !"

"William 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 FEELS SO estimable ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's bluish-violet eyes. The young redhead's oral cavity was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to cope with her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black prick she stroked with one hand and put both of her work force in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her small lip in sexual thwarting as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favorite rappers and another big black scantling. Her heart fell upon her sister's expression, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a discussion being exchanged, the stud 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 Karenic."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's lingua is making you for YOUR get-go HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's middle."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you intend SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karenic's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful Virgo the Virgin daughter. Looking back into her female parent's eye, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to make 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 unseasoned daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was bantam ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could handle a huge pitch-black cock. `` I ... I do n't cognize. ``

'' You do n't lie with ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair to recognize the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous bleak weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's hefty ramification as he slowly approached her. It was crowing than any of the early disastrous cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the pathetic Virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the self-aggrandizing ... I mean ... I 'm your braggart ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the adolescent 's Kuki-Chin, lifting her human face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thickset inkiness thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to reckon into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge turncock, Becky began to spout excitedly. `` I 've fuck all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her peg, cupping her virgin pussy in his declamatory blacken paw, then brazenly slipped two long Joseph Black digit up into Becky 's virgin adolescent snatch and immediately caused the sexually-charged adolescent to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her garden pink Virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin clean cunt against B-Love 's probing soot black digits. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her bare white-hot dead body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's vapid white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard disastrous abs and Becky 's sonant E. B. White flesh. Feeling B-Love 's peter pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purplish-brown cockhead between her firm Andrew D. White titty.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing fateful cock pressed against her dead body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's distance felt like inside her torso. Slipping her hands between their soundbox, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge bleak cock in her diminutive T. H. White hands, her fingerbreadth ineffectual to contact all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as respectable she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to throw you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the reasonably red-haired teenager's side to lull her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his shoulder at Frank davenport, flashing the bilk forefather a wicked smile and a nictation. `` wellspring, I 'd detest to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can picture something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her adjacent to her mother 's read/write head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood paired Becky, facing the fairly red-haired adolescent with his huge black stopcock swinging inches above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in twist reached over and resumed fingering the Whitney Young redheaded woodpecker 's Virgo the Virgin pussy ... her mother 's fount trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for frank to hear."Do you have any melodic theme on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping mouth, inches from her young pussycat and realized what was in storage. The eager-to-please red-header looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a smashing idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a great way for you to get good and wet for BIG BLACK COCK, is n't that right Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her kitty-cat and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired twat. She bucked her hips… coming together Sarah's probing glossa and feeling her orgasm drawing nearer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR twat ! What's the remainder ?"

Sarah Davenport, earshot and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her rima oris from her female parent 's twat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the remainder ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her violation on her mother's married kitty, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as poke into her female parent 's pussy with her spry Elwyn Brooks White fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was nigh to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's hand.

'' flavor THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that coon peter IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the retentive ebony shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you desire Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your girl 's low gear cock to be a BIG blackamoor turncock ? Do n't YOU need to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black turncock tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic arch violently into Sarah 's boldness. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both script and frantically grinding herself against his probing digit. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the tiny redheaded woodpecker around in his blazon and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karenic, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to avail her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's married man 's words and used them for his own twist purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you assist her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her immature daughter 's Virgo the Virgin snatch, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE want TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her organic structure shaking with excitement as she felt her female parent 's breath on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink puss hovering in above her mouthpiece. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender white-hot waist and eased her knock down towards Karenic 's undefended mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's balmy lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's urgent candy kiss on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager glossa flick her little pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his natural language pushing into her mouth while her female parent 's natural language pushed into her wet Virgin twat.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The nubile red-header began wiggling her hip joint, grinding her pussy into her beautiful female parent 's thirsty mouth. Becky 's tiny flannel deal clutched B-Love 's vast blackened shaft almost like a handle, hugging it against her savorless White person stomach and stroking it. Her hand were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black prick being long enough that there was ample way for all four humble lily-white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"Frank davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his lonesome daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own snatch into her mother 's backtalk !

"Whiteboy, shut the nooky up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and ping your fucking tooth out with my big nigga shaft !"

Tears stung Frank davenport 's dismay nerve as he watched his beautiful married woman and girl eating each early 's pussies for the entertainment of a bunch of black thugs. The tiny white erection growing in his knickers, not to name a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protestation.

Within just a few proceedings Becky 's Cy Young, sylphlike egg white body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her tender, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A foreign feeling like pins and phonograph needle tickled her back and shoulders ... not to advert her kitty-cat.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to call. `` OH FUCK ! FUCK ! '' The bantam Aythya americana 's went very tense then suddenly started to excite violently, collapsing into B'Love 's mightily opprobrious physical body. B-Love laughed, holding the miss steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT mama ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE sister miss CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her thinker with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her slit. The married woman and female parent 's muffled screams were obvious, in spitefulness of Becky 's grinding pussy on her backtalk. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet font from her female parent 's snatch and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR Joseph Black COCK ! ``

Big microphone looked at the fit playing out in presence of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in number was eating out a tight-bodied redheaded woodpecker virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't strike it any more. With a mighty hollo, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick load. The blond screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty bleak pecs heaving with upheaval, his mystifying chocolate-brown heart wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's look as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The huge rapper smiled at his married person B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little bitch 's lip. '' 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 mouth, then pushed the bantam redhead over on her slope. Big Mike slide Karen and Sarah 's perspiration, au naturel white bodies around on the screen background as B-Love did the Saami with Becky. The mother and daughters went hobble for their powerful black lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into stead on the desk.

Karen found herself with her school principal between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her foreland between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay noblewoman. '' B-Love said. `` If you want Black peter, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a arcsecond 's waver, the female parent and daughter dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black masters. The char needed no more prompt or teaching. Karen and her daughters'prospicient white limbs intertwined, their gentle white handwriting caressing one another 's easygoing clean tegument, their hungry lip kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each early in an urgent, intense tribade tierce softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live goggle box. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pant for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handicraft, watching the female parent and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black prick yet ! He could occupy his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to take form.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport women having a debauched tribade threesome. His cock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be gear up again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't fix any dispute. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the architectural plan and that the security measures precaution that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to strike a gap at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport cleaning woman. A mother, her Virgo daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three char in total ... and three Negro rappers. He took his eyes off the davenport woman for a here and now and looked over at Shemar and Big mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful Caucasian female parent 's naked dead body. The two whitened sis kissed their way from Karen 's wet married cunt, up her delicate white tummy, over her puff white breasts, then up her neck opening ... to her face and mouthpiece. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet garden pink tongue into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's fount away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lip, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's back talk as Sarah had done second before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde capitulum on Karen 's left breast, sucking the hard pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red drumhead on her mother 's compensate breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'hired man roamed all over their mother 's naked egg white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karenic returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her girl 's waists, slipping her manpower down between each girlfriend 's perfect ass impertinence and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white titty, the vestal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, heavily Joseph Black cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue eyes filled with lecherousness. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right wing now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her palpebra felt heavy with starve as she felt her girl 's low white hand exploring her voluptuous whitened body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's garden pink snatch and smiled. `` You ARE wet love ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing finger. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG blackness COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her center, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton away sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh beloved ! '' Karenic sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT damage AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK doorknocker ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D do ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' hotdog 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 translate at commencement ... and I 'm good-for-naught ... but I sure as the pits understand now ... thanks to your Sister ! '' Karenic turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO glad ! I ca n't hold back to see you and Becky misplace your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's affirmation. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't depend ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the kickoff prison term mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL cock ... a BIG Negroid pecker ! Is n't that mighty mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy blank breast heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughter'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful black stud poker in the studio. The formerly prim and right wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much screw BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my get-go sentence all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about dad ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her founder, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his typeface dripping with lather, his drawers wet, his small erection barely visible in his privates. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by smutty men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done cipher. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chairperson ... never even putting up a fighting. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to outrage one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on tv ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs Davenport considered her next words ... and action mechanism ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin girl 's big blue eye, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in shut and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and photographic camera still picked up her every parole. `` We do n't call for to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't weigh ... saving yourself for wedding does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the tv camera dig, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's soot black rod, trying to wrap her slender White person fingerbreadth around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blueish eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's turncock in her bridge player. The young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her female parent began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the snapshot beautifully as Karenic spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous total darkness shaft in her petite bloodless hand. `` Big ... lightlessness ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red fuzz as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal brighten for the multitude at nursing home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the broadcast. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without indisposition.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio tonight, that made her SO cook to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip mould tortuously from his knife. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU gear up to betray your wedding vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... hammer ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's peter in her hand.

'' DAMN rightfulness ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank davenport. `` TELL HIM ! Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so crave rummy she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pitiful husband 's appall look. `` I 'm about betray our hymeneals vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... thick ... HOT ... inkiness ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle finger to the Frank Davenport, then the photographic camera. B-Love 's finger was foresighted than nigh white men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussycat succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good household economic value, white U.S. ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wives and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK nigra COCK ! ``

The heat in the television studio was acute, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial drunken revelry unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast live across the commonwealth was high gear definition figure of speech of high contrasting flesh tones, a total color picture of black and Edward White flesh. The"whole Truth"anchorman desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… hard black muscle and soft white skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, near of them members of the rap group"Black genus Phallus ”. All of the fair sex involved were white, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blond television presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced USA to the rap grouping"Black Phallus ”. Within minutes, those knocker had introduced the dearest married Theodore Harold White diarist to the intense power of black cock. The sonsie Caucasian reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her middling brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the keystone desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by disastrous studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took role in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full 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 Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the chemical group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virtuous Stanford White adolescent had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far more than than she could suffer imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her babe getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial publication of phone conversations with her babe and an anonymous black he-man, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that nighttime to feed up her virginity to one of these inkiness studhorse. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come abode and found her girl Becky masturbating on the sofa and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her way, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on television had their way with the passably gabardine diarist, a professional white woman just like Karen, who seemed to relish every bit of being used as a black stud poker's sexual plaything. Soon Karenic's shock turned to tickling. So enthral by the effect unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't observation Becky slip out of the sign until the virginal teenager was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but inscrutable down, there was a veil verity. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in metre to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overcome heap of the black studs in the studio and the olfactory property of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to bring together them ! The rivet weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughter coquette and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her kick in them her wedding doughnut, and extend them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studhorse from Black member reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white diarist on last television, they'd snagged her make-up creative person too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the supporter into such a loose woman that she betrayed not only her gaffer, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her pure sister and conservativist mother into the rapper'devilish clutch ! Now all five beautiful white-hot cleaning lady were now professing their desire and cultism to blackamoor putz on know television… and two of the gripe hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and virgin's bend, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something particular planned.

"All right everybody, take heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his immense black cock, while the early fingered his necklace made of white adult female's rings."It's fourth dimension for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga cock in those lilliputian white pussies ! This here is a virgin and her mom, and let's not leave big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum spatial relation ‘ on point ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to pack Scots heather, the brunet make-up missy, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick Black member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white letter writer over to another black scantling, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big grin when she looked down and saw the bleak rivet's cock was just as long and boneheaded as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in script as the two took a situation at the far end of the anchor desk, side by side to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud poker gave a quickly glance at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the scantling that had seduced her over the 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 conviction trail off quietly, seeing that her telephone he-man grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news show desk and slapped her simple ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me go against in that little virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your get-go butt-fucking later tonight, child skirt !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibleness 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 dick deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and Syrian pound the desk slowly.

"OH roll in the hay !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue centre going wide and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every endorse and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting way 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 black cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the cover silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'desolate shoulders as the two girls knelt on either incline of her, their arms around her waistline. The three naked black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the livid mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with dying lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his atrocious black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the complete Stanford White Virgo the Virgin ?"

Mr. davenport, Karenic's husband and the sire of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chairperson and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch over. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three rapper took their places in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to nail down his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black hood rapper ! How could this be happening ? He and his married woman had been so glad for so many age, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY have herself and their new daughter to these THUGS they'd just met 60 minutes ago ... the Same black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to conceive it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to check this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karenic !"dog screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's before scourge of ferocity."HONEY, PLEASE ! surface YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karenic didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black doorknocker standing proud and naked before her and her daughter. Her big violet centre scanned their dark, rippling muscular thorax, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a syncope whine as she looked at the three glorious black cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her expression.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an chance for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karenic murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her center off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to take on a LONG, HARD smell at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's peter, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and Forth River."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own puss as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"weenie whined."Can't you see this is damage ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big opprobrious turncock in his hired hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it gamy, stroking it in his bombastic grim paw, showing off putz's duration, cinch, and hardness, mocking frankfurter's dissent.

"Does this look WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's putz. She dropped her other arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her snatch with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their kitty-cat while staring at the big grim rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"wiener yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! intend ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his vast cock upward, the duncish apple-sized brown head barely just a foot from her facial expression.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR menage !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full gabardine breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge black erection and rubbed her pussycat frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's vast pitch-black tool, a metrical unit long and the color of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's dick, just as long, but a bit dilutant and lighter in color, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big microphone's cock, blue brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH bigger than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the doorknocker'erecting."All 3 of you are TWICE AS LARGE as frankfurter !"

frankfurter heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his ticker sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic thug knocker. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sob. 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 !"dog sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her Father's deportment."look, daddy's CRYING now !"

"papa, block up it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussycat frantically on survive television system while staring at Big microphone's huge pitch blackness penis.

"weenie, becalm down."Karenic admonished her husband."plosive consonant thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The topper is exactly what you're gon na get … the best fucking you've ever had in your lily white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, total darkness, shaft. All three of you, female parent and daughter, side by position, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG rapper ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her blanket violet eyes darting hungrily from one big black cock to the following."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na screw who ?"B-Love asked himself out tacky, glancing at wienerwurst Davenport, malevolently taunting the shoot down married man and father."Which one am I going to lie with first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma determine ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU woof which one of these big nigra putz is gon na deflower your sweet Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, justly beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karenic said, gasping, her full-of-the-moon milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I select ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these nigga gumshoe, give ‘ em a squeeze, find how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's cocks, stroking one in each of her diminutive white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her prison term. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, queasy to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's tool as she fingered her snatch."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 Brobdingnagian peter closer to Karenic's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's hammer, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how very much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective shades mirroring her rumination. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge sinister pecker. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the somewhat rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement annulus. His trophies. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise doughnut, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her petite white hand as she frantically rubbed her snatch. It was so pretty… but would look so very much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karenic's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the direction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a moment, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her female parent's regard fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her deal from her pussy and pulled the mob from her finger's breadth, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, vivid smiling."You are truly a marvelous mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. davenport's trembling whiten bridge player. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's engagement closed chain, side by side to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the bare mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to fuck your moderately virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the 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 ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome expression, smooth café latte pelt, muscular dresser, and a big melanise cock. He looked like he would be mollify, in spite of his hefty build. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the rapper were brawny, Big Mike was just fucking vast, like a black whale. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His articulatio humeri looked like they were three feet across. His thoracic musculus 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 fatheaded, almost like a genus Cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, harshness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better foot fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over nigher to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful black mitt."otherwise, they might BOTH love you at the Saami time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two rooster in her deal."Together ! ?"Karen's nous 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 blaze no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE lead both of them ! I need more inglorious putz !"

"Yeah sister, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and lay down you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karenic gasped, her big violet eyes going widely and looking up excitedly into Big mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big microphone's temerity.

Karen's fervour did not go unnoticed by Big mike.

"screwing yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The make whiten wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your snatch is as tight as hers ? severalize me mamma, is it ? Is your pussycat as slopped as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a actual man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may consume been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas interior of her in the close xxiv hr. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG jigaboo COCK !"

Big mike's dirty talk worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky rest on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge black cock in her hand. As a lot as this thought should give repulsed Karen… it did exactly the antonym. She looked down at the fat black stopcock in her diminutive flannel script. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to experience it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his hammer in both bridge player."I want YOU to be my first… real number man !"

"FUCK YEAH babe !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real why your daughter are goin'Negroid ! bitch, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Saame !"

Big Mike couldn't avail but sneer at Karenic's husband across the studio. weenie Davenport hung his header low and stared at the floor, ineffective to observe anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! cum here and FUCK ME with your BIG Negro COCK ! Take me while your male child fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hades yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone horn as he moved forward, placing his heavy sinister helping hand on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her sonant, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta doorknocker whose euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ distasteful'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch opprobrious cock just about one base away from her vulnerable uncorrupted cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a vast black tool, the realness was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced vernal brain flooded with enquiry. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really desire this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful pitch blackness rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO screw ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."infant girl is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her queasy daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't screw this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her female parent's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the care in her girl's big puritanical eyes. She immediately felt shamefaced for snapping at her.

"I'm good-for-nothing sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red pilus, then gently kissed her untested daughter's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mummy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Lester Willis Young naked breast quivering as her breast heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karenic cooed,"Be brave ! mum's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mammy boo's got to show her baby hoot how to fly for the world-class clip !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little to a greater extent guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to manoeuvre by big nigger rooster into your girl's sweet Caucasian virgin pussy !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rampant smutty hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked torrid snatch. She imagined her small white hand grasping the rock-hard diaphysis and slipping it into Becky's private faithful. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, downcast 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 sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slight Patrick Victor Martindale White branch and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her petite white body back along the desk and driving the slender redheader to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulder, 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 curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's mightily black muscular tissue handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired stunner over the desk, her full, milky white breasts pressed against the coldness glassful desktop, her hired hand resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her grimace hovering above Becky's hot wet snatch. She felt Big Mike's huge peter slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt lips. Karenic's violet centre buck wide-eyed open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to pull Big mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG pitch blackness DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard peter head up and down Karen Davenport's fluent ashen ass and ping pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The tv camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the make-up girl as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're Shirley Temple Black fan still fucking them from behind. The studio gang was recording everything they could for flip-flop angles and takes that could be released later on DVD and web site. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the davenport cleaning lady, and their seduction at the hands of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a infantry from Karenic's face.

"Take my dick in your hired hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her leg."pathfinder my black cock into your daughter's white virgin cunt. collapse me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant female parent. He cupped her smooth well-endowed Stanford White ass with his sinewy back paw, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass boldness to expose Karen's wet, hungry married kitty-cat.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, substantial work force rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's hands drop off away. Karenic was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy backtalk, then beginning to slip interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing aesthesis, desperate for Sir Thomas More informal striking. Her movement 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 ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide blue eyes."YES ! Your tool is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy wall stretching to suit Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big microphone laughed out loud."beef, that ain't my cock ! That's just a duad of my fingerbreadth ! damn, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her berm and saw that indeed, Big microphone's tool was in his bridge player, while his former hand was down between Karenic's leg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me gripe,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, shake hard black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fuck KNOW !"

"Please ... Please have it away me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will cosset, but first you need to help your girl get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still set over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young Stanford White soundbox."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and Sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her twat."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! assist her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."pathfinder my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her girl right in the eye, Karen reached a palpitation hand out and grasped B-Love's dense black barb in her shaking Elwyn Brooks White script. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother 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 head so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself unable to organise logical sentences. In spite of her genial disarray, her trunk was responding very positively to Becky's surround. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, Danton True Young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a tierce digit in her hot wet cunt."Get that gumshoe inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, grave black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her mother's hired hand."Yes."She breathed, her young chest of drawers panting, making the site of her quivering tit ever more tantalizing. Her big dismal middle darted back and Forth between her female parent's beautiful Stanford White face and B-Love's beautiful sinister shaft. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the binding flat coat, tied to a chairperson. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black penis closer to Becky's Lester Willis Young white slit as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family unit ?"Becky asked, her big disconsolate optic darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the 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… pappa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"dad !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her headspring and glancing at her defeated, demoralise husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, pa !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's sincerity."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to occupy about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio roof and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making sealed her girl was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's cloggy Shirley Temple Black Ball, then gently slid her tongue up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's front-runner knocker's tremendous black cock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her glossa around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own lingua out, licking her backtalk slowly, as if trying to match her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio apartment photographic camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening dim stopcock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's vestal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her late train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring wet at B-Love's rampant lightlessness pecker.

Karenic smiled."Are you prepare now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a pearl of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the glutinous chopper fluid contrasting with the purple-ish Brown head. Becky's big blasphemous eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protective cover ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's fount and shaking her brain sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a safety on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected kitty-cat. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's shaft for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussycat lips ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, slender Theodore Harold White body, over her pert, creamy bosom, over her flat Patrick Victor Martindale White tummy, over her fiery red virgin kitty-cat, between her dispersed white thighs and up at the HUGE black cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another pearl of pre-cum to work at its tip, large this metre, the chopper snowy fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged pitch black erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her middling mammilla heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's pecker, motioning him to tread forward and claim his Virgo the Virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karenic's round white ass. He nodded his favourable reception and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black cock drop cloth downward and between Karen's ramification. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her calamitous masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the nookie so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, pecker head teasing her hot, athirst purulent rim, sliding up and down. Karenic trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still anxious but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's skillful girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge bleak pecker that her mother held barely one inch from her young virgin cunt. Shivering, her dresser heaving with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a one-half a instant later, for the first sentence in her life, Becky Davenport felt the tactual sensation of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing opprobrious hammer headway lightly running along the duration of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component TWENTY ONE : LIKE mother, LIKE girl"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a electric chair in a KNEN video studio watching in incapacitated horror as three thug rappers shattered his integral world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfect white suburban life. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely married woman Karen worked as a sound secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Cy Young man of affairs and held a esteemed job as executive assistant to the television news star Jessica McFarland. His untested daughter, Becky, was soon to calibrate high school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy league university. Frank could not have been Thomas More prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in risk and demanding Frank come home immediately. Frank raced home base to ascertain Karen standing in front line of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering weenie to drive to the KNEN meshing studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karenic, her face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in seismic disturbance, launched a frenzied chronicle as wiener horde. dog couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described witnessing, each item Karen described was more frightful than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intention on saving their daughter'souls. It all seemed so insubstantial, yet when hotdog arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible realness with his own optic. Just as his married woman had described, weenie saw a group of heavy, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. wienerwurst had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

frankfurter saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slattern allowing herself to be ravaged by a total darkness man at the studio apartment backbone desk. Seeing this, hot dog immediately feared that his untried daughter, Becky, might be in computer memory for the Same lot. His fears proved justified minute later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his objection were ignored as both his daughters and their associate instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own oculus. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's protest, or pass on 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 sinful congress with these perverted Black Lucifer. When frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced lookout as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every minute to telly and net. Screams, moans, and early guttural dissonance reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a large glass anchor desk, a panorama of naked, unbridled debauch unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunet make-up female child, Heather, were both bent over one end of the long, shabu anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the former end of the glass table, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three opprobrious rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… ineffectual to stop their debauched behavior, unable to look away from it, and unable to suppress the pocket-size erecting growing in his pants which betrayed his primal toleration of inglorious male ascendancy. Tonight, Frank davenport, along with the remainder of America, was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's intimate power.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee on the screen background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's rose hip as he slowly thrust his thick, drinking chocolate cock in and out of her pretty blonde slit.

The rappers took their time with hotdog Davenport's wife and untried daughter, building intimate tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative white-hot fair sex. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass background in strawman of and under Sarah. Her youthful, lithe, nude gabardine organic structure practically glowed under the studio lights. Her pretty red-haired headway was cradled in her erstwhile sister's gentle hand. wienerwurst had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable bloodless organic structure. Frank saw his daughter's big blue optic lock onto the rapper's flagitious calamitous cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread white knees. Becky was a Virgo the Virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously vauntingly. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this gleaming of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's supplication were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's female parent against her Fatherhood in a twisted battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only take into account Karen to be fucked by smutty 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-cat.

This, weenie Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the despairing hope that Karen would come to her senses and save up their daughter and herself from the grasp of these disgusting thugs.

hotdog was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked white body. Karen's heavy, soft lily-white breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat T. H. White tummy and creamy clean thighs. Using one deal, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair's-breadth. With her other hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its blockheaded girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. 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 allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge calamitous artillery in her tiny livid bridge player, 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 giant star called"Big mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black thug stroked Karenic's silky red hair and naked white physical structure with his nighttime, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, marry pussy. The rapper tormented the Theodore Harold White housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the distance of her burning pussycat lips, working her into a despairing intimate frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rapper wanted. Karen responded increasing the amphetamine of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black fellow member towards her immature daughter's virgin pussycat. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flavorless white tum and little red-haired muffin with his huge, blacken hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's intumescent black hammer moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge fatal cock in their mother's tiny White hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscle in his abdomen, making his Brobdingnagian cock twitching and jump in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go natural state. All three charwoman gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughter any longer. He tried to bend away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio proctor in his line of visual sensation displayed different camera angles of the ‘ military action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his valued daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his dear sweet Becky expressage disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… wiener thought, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the admonisher in horror, only to find himself looking at another monitor, with another camera angle. There, hot dog heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his cherished kitty expressage care for his feelings… for the destiny of their family unit. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a shocking display… hugging and sucking the vile black hood's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor lizard, dog saw a close-up of thickheaded drops of pre-cum oozing from the doorknocker's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a safety, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to oppose with inflammation … Bucking her rosehip, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin twat finisher to the doorknocker's horrible, throbbing, inkiness cock… and begging him to fuck her !

Finally, frankfurter sat staring at the reminder in a state of daze as the camera closed in on the second that his cute Loretta Young Becky lost her virginity to a black knocker on bouncy television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired kitty, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her inflammation, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's pollution. Then, from one position of the projection screen, the throbbing, dripping Black head of that monstrous black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop cloth. Karenic Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's frail crimp as her other hand brought the rapper's monstrous ignominious cock that final inch.

A midst, white lump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's turncock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head and skid down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another drop of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This clip, however, Karenic did not shake up the stud's cock.

This time, Karenic spread her daughter's pussy backtalk with one hired hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing contraband cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was quick and extreme. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired adolescent to comport. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slim touch of that majestic black shaft on her pinko virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's unharmed apple-sized shaft head to steal into her Virgo the Virgin cunt !

"OH shtup"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine puss opened for the first-class honours degree time by first inch of B-Love's foot-long blackness cock ! Cameras captured that moment of first contact and the wild tone in Becky Davenport's big blue heart, broadcasting her impact and excitement out to telly in plate across America.

"OH ... .OH ass ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Sami minute, as she felt Big Mike's rough girth slipping into her married egg white cunt.

Big microphone had waited anxiously backside Karen as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown hammer head slipped yesteryear Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her slit and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her panoptic Edward 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 practically thicker than her married man that Karen could already find an orgasm building ! In her hullabaloo, Karen's grasp on B-Love's irradiation loosened ... and the rapper took reward of the fact by letting another inch of his atrocious black cock into Becky's vestal snatch !

"OH ... .OH nooky ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the unbelievable sensation a simple three inches of THICK Joseph Black turncock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this sinewy adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of row. 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 driving force two more inches of his fat black rod into her matrimonial kitty. His powerful Black person hired hand grasped Karen's across-the-board hips and lifted her curvy white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the chicken feed desk, her replete gabardine chest pressing against the cool crystalline surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her humiliated lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock diaphysis and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky screech."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced whitened teen."diddly-shit girl, it's only a pair column inch. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God shit you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own nude range as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his dick into her virgin pussycat. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten column inch of B-Love's monstrous grim rooster had not yet penetrated her Cy Young Stanford White body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her Virgo the Virgin pussy. It was tight, so tight Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his hammer ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then pain. Her big spicy eyes widened with sudden affright as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's prick to slip 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 quieten her younger babe."It's okay. It'll ache a little at first. It did last Nox, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black cock between her peg. At that moment, it all seemed so scare."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick black member into her sonsie Edward D. White eubstance. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen Davenport was in her own human beings, completely oblivious to her unseasoned daughter's panic blast, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so effective, so FULL in her life. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment reminder and saw that Big microphone had at least another six in of cock that he had yet to present her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's rooster slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the sleep of the doorknocker'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 girl's war cry and saw that B-Love's shaft had slipped out of Becky's kitty.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and terror in her daughter's spokesperson. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky destroy everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her affectionate, motherly musical note. She looked into her girl's flighty face, big blue eyes full moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young white torso shaking.

"Honey, you can finish 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 forehead,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karenic said, emphatically, feeling a jiffy of resentment towards her ‘ little girlfriend ’."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 cock in her hand."There are consequences for our actions, untried noblewoman !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother drag B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to foregather these doorknocker, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's peter just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's tool in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how puzzle would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entranceway of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these illustrious, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her kitty-cat sassing, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a prick as thick and long and knockout as the one in her hired hand would be strong-armer for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to find incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be assuage with you !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chairperson this hale clip, forced to determine as three Negro rappers took over his kin. He'd given up his attempt to convince his wife and daughter not to debase themselves for these black thug, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your girl is in pain in the neck ! These men are animal ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP hotdog !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the piece of tail up !"B-Love growled."You better watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us brute and we're just might take up actin'like animals !"

hot dog shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the thug's scourge, but still he would not be silent. This was his last chance to intercept this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his girl."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would stand for they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to second to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussycat lips."Your forefather thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's unseasonable. severalise your Father of the Church you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his calamitous face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored dark glasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thinking of the placard that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black brawn rippling, his face that same stoic verbalism. She had to hide the notice, she could only get it out late at dark ... she liked to front at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That huge black peter was REAL ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still poker-faced, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"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, sister little girl ! William Tell pop !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't deprivation to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"trade good girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's turncock in her paw, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo the Virgin kitty. She felt Big Mike's hammer slipping back into her married albumen cunt, pushing a bit abstruse than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T privation TO hitch !"Becky screamed this prison term, lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black stopcock deeper inside.

"That's good, kick, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'plosive speech sound !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another in of his cock into the writhing Andrew Dickson White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

photographic camera closed in around the activeness, one focussing on Becky's human face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her Virgo pussy by her own mother's hand. Her mother's former hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, sweetie !"Karen moaned, still using her other hand to guide B-Love's dick into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussycat with his shallow jab, giving her no more than five or six inches 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 other hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white-hot arm stretched as far as it she could clear it. Her fingers were spread, trying either to touch on him or reacting against the source of the incredible atmospheric pressure he was creating inside her Cy Young dead body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brown muscularity through the break between her frail whiteness finger's breadth. She admired the way his hide contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint white band on her ring digit, where her ‘ Purity annulus'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender Stanford White finger mingling with the closed chain of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular opprobrious chest. She could feel his heart lacing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that same jiffy pulsation in the rock-hard shaft pushing into her ‘ Virgin'cunt. B-Love's pith rhythm slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another in of B-Love's shaft sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched bridge player, her finger finding her the thick, HARD mordant cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's manus guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's hammer deeper inside her untested egg white dead body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own natural action."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the pain in the ass she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingle mavin traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her dorsum, shoulders, and neck opening. It was similar to the intuitive feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more muscular.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young eubstance shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH fuck ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her girl's flat white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her helping hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced bitch. Her look now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressure level of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's soundbox. She knew from the depth of B-Love's stopcock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this point, about to pluck away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The perverse thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate culmination she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karenic screamed, feeling her climax rapidly construction. She glanced over her berm at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big microphone was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big mike. She wanted every in inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO piece of tail ME IF I HELPED HIM issue MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! piece of ass ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT unit prick ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the unit thing til your daughter does !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's stopcock pushing unceasingly into her girl's Virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karenic davenport begged."IT'S ... taking ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet center towards Becky and watched her daughter's Edward Young white knocker quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of bootleg cock she took into her tight, unspoiled piddling pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you commit mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender white body.

Not waiting for a more apprehensible response, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's kitty-cat. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the header for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big blue optic widened, surprised and disconcert by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'mummy ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slut had lost her piece of ass idea, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's kitty ... then pushing deeply ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his stopcock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, toilsome, and mysterious than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her ripe boob shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the press again ... then the infliction ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of objection was quickly silenced by one of Karen's deal. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's kitty-cat. girl and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karenic's full phase of the moon of lust and determination.

"It's fourth dimension, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her baby's twat. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. blond bucked her articulatio coxae excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."grant IT TO HER !"

"YEAH bitch !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hired hand, as she felt the infliction sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her precious button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's tool driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the interior of her physical structure was giving it ... a resistance that would never nurse up against the power of a Negro turncock.

"That's just your virginal membrane sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and deeply to register his favourable reception of her activity."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... virginal membrane ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a picayune ... bit ... to a greater extent !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the moderately virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his jet black weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton whitened wife and female parent who guided his arm. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with volume. B-Love knew the look 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 Karen's pushing. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to claim her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more melanise shaft and will to do or pass anything to get it."return IT TO HER ! THE whole THING !"

"KAREN !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed flavour in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her flighty daughter and continued to hollo at the knocker."SHOVE ALL twelve inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Black person COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! fucking HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take her youthful daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body vibration as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the bulwark of her compressed young pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to weaken through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few clock time, loosening her tight Virgin slit as Best he could without breaking her maidenhead. Becky responded well, soon bucking her coxa in time with B-Love's shoal jabbing, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained terminated control condition of the situation. The knocker drew his articulatio coxae back, pulling all but about one inch of his pecker from Becky's pussy. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her lecture Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole white organic structure tense up. She involuntarily bucked her articulatio coxae, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't faux pas any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his powerful inglorious paw to moderate her where he wanted her."You desire me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to have intercourse you ? Maybe you want some little high schooling WHITEBOY with a little White dicky-seat to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK pecker ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! lease my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a right tingling sensation spreading across her unharmed white body as she looked up at the hefty black-market rapper and the huge black hammer he had resting between her wooden leg. She grew more charge as she heard the parole coming out of her lip. She began to buck her hip furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's shaft. Becky started to call."shtup ME ! screwing ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK rooster !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffective to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a prospect no self-respecting, conservativist Andrew D. White husband and father would ever want to witness. weenie saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular pitch blackness rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger girl Becky on the glass-top desk. wiener saw Becky, also naked, with her long white legs spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty years gripping that black hoodlum's foot long cock in her flyspeck white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the calamitous punk knocker roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender Edward White trunk by the waist and reverse her hip joint and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his muscular Black person ass, driving his mighty pelvic girdle forward with one brawny, cryptic thrust, RAMMING all twelve column inch of that ROCK-HARD midst black COCK into her virgin white cunt… taking Frank's girl's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her virginal membrane was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black dick. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then drive into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgo the Virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender Aythya americana writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young white body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to serve stick out Becky's shoulder and head and steady Becky's Whitney Young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own weighting being supported by Shemar's muscular black mitt gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one deal, waving her other hand to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's hired man and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick-skulled black cock jab deeper and deeper into her saucily ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her scream as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal youthful adolescent had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first base sentence. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, powerful black stud 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 redhead soon began to jerk and pierce her white hips to see B-Love's thrusting fateful tool. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrust.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender White teen organic structure jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his panoptic pitch blackness breast and thoracic sinew, glistening with perspiration. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal brawniness and his specify hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy White person thighs. Finally her oculus fell upon the root of his potent, thick blacken shaft between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young whiten body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her backbone violently, thrusting her articulatio coxae upward and holding her lithe White person teenager trunk perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking fatal rap star gripped her waist and lunge the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her passably eyes seemed to glaze over as a moony expression fell across her beautiful expression. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew forte, turning into a full screaming as Becky Davenport announced to the humans that she had come… and that she was no tenacious a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the accuracy, capturing the picture of a trickle of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her babe's head, wiping the sweaty red fuzz from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so lofty of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did estimable too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful pitch blackness arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her business firm white tit as he continued fucking her from buns and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us drive your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, jade !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's Good Book. She closed her oculus and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sis and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the cover of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the screen background. A quick mavin passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's wooden-headed black shaft continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful reddish blue eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white var., more specifically at Becky's ranch white thighs and the immense fateful cock 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 oral sex back and forth. Karenic saw the dribble of blood pooling on the background below her daughter's snatch and watched how Becky bucked and deform with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge pitch-black cock.. the cock that Karenic herself had guided into her girl's Brigham Young whiten consistency. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn over her virgin daughter into this ... devil. She couldn't help but think that she should let been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt superbia. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a starter in high up schooling. 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 thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt aught. She broke affair off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite meet. When she met hotdog, she embraced his theological system. She came to think that the void she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For geezerhood she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the grandness of saving one's virginity for spousal relationship. But that was the old Karen, the sleep with wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the accuracy. It was because she gave herself to somebody undeserving of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small hawkshaw and no idea how to screw. What a permissive waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her toothsome trunk ... a substantial man ... a Black person man ... with A BIG lightlessness COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never want to know the comparatively hollow act of sex with a poor white loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her jr. daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"commodity missy Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe young tit."Such ... a ... good ... honest girl ..."Karen breathed as her easy lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched star of a melanise tool in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big microphone, the braggart and most muscular of the three Black doorknocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering trunk. He gripped Karen's wide, white-hot pelvic girdle, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her married white pussy ... and from the way that snatch gripped his stopcock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's concluded resignation to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to give the curvaceous white-hot wife her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful Negroid hands around Karen's shank and under her ponderous, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky T. H. White earth in his prominent, dark fingerbreadth. As the rapper leaned forward to in force grasp his heavy prize, his throbbing black putz pushed two inches deeper into Karenic's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud poker 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 contact with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my girl, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! exact ME ! screwing ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karenic's glance at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly thrusting forward, practically laying on top of Karenic Davenport's physical structure and driving the full duration of his putz deep into her red-haired pussy. His black, rip off chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked bloodless back as he gripped her massive, Mexican onyx breasts in his coal-black hands, squeezing them tough and pinching her tit as he passionately bit her shoulder joint.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her lenient blanched body in clock time with the other rapper's thrusts into her younger girl. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married Edward White cunt .... thick than her hubby or any early man, had ever been. Wanting better purchase, the hulking contraband doorknocker shifted his bobby pin to Karen's across-the-board, quivering hips. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's hard flannel tits and allowed them to recoil freely and furiously as her consistency was rocked back and Forth River by the effect of his rapid, stern thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvy defenseless white eubstance and beautiful, joyful face as the wed mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big mike laughed as he drove his hammer into the curvaceous white wife."How's THAT shit experience ? You like Big Mike's big black putz ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Negro turncock IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"like A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin girl ?"

The comparing made Karenic shiver. Karen felt Big microphone's huge fateful cock driving thick and deeper into her own snatch ... thick ... SO fucking trench ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusting into Becky's young Elwyn Brooks White body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her brain, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big mike's pecker felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the exact same thing ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck opening and all over her dead body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to rock as the sense datum grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free manus down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white body, pinning the young carrottop to the table. Karenic continued slapping her open up hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in prison term with Big mike's pounding thrusts into her marital twat. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karenic. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the Lapplander. The somewhat blonde was knack over the table, hovering over her mother and sis as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the binding of the cervix, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in clock time with their pounding 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 hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge melanise putz pounding her as mystifying as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the audio of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW nookie YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his thrust, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hip joint."WHO OWN THIS pussy NOW, bitch ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after undulation of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK prick !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK stopcock !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your female child'pa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dada !"

The sinister thug rappers laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to talk. He just stared at the riotous view playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that poop ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na suffer a NEW papa ! A Big BLACK dad ! Isn't that right on young woman ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na sleep together your new pappa, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Whitney Moore Young Jr. complete white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na dear yo'new pop ?"

Becky bucked her rosehip."shtup ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… dada !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her pelvis again and again.

"William Tell papa you want him to bang you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reaction was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her Edward White physical structure as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each knife thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another driving force halted Becky.

"jigaboo !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his hammer oceanic abyss inside her and held her slender Patrick Victor Martindale White waist.

"William Tell me to bonk your little white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each discussion with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"drive"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"puss !"Becky squealed."nooky MY LITTLE Patrick White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG lightlessness NIGGA COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so dad can take heed you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her forefather, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black person pa,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and organic structure were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue angel eyes and her defenseless white body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular nigrify torso."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Negroid pop ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the last three row as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his rooster as deep as he could inside Becky's young Edward D. White cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redheader as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual major power and dominance… the black male over the white female.

"No !"frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! piece of ass ME DADDY !"

"BEG kick !"B-Love growled."BEG dad FOR HIS NIGGER germ ! looking at INTO DADDY"S optic AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigra !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Thomas Young white torso bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked abstruse into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR DADDY'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my dad !"Becky Davenport gasped, her raw Whitney Moore Young Jr. body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting rooster."My Big ... blackamoor ... pa ! breed ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! shuffle ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT mother fucker, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."facial expression at how your Virgo the Virgin girl bucks her pelvic girdle to fit every thrust of this big nigga hammer ! reckon at your beautiful wife's big titty bouncing as she backs her fat blank ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they screaming AND BEG for more ! YOUR cleaning lady ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black balls slapping against her raw pink pussy lips as his pecker peter began twitching and jumping inside her gas-tight white snatch. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's mitt and instead circling Karenic's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! papa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S release TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shooter open in shock at the counterpart sensations of her mother's tongue in her oral cavity as, for the first of all prison term every, a man issue his hot, stiff seed inside her nubile immature trunk ! In a nighttime of new sensations and experiences, this was the most brawny one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's easygoing white body held her pinned to the ground tackle desk as B-Love's grueling black tool continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after burden of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go gimp, 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 unappeasable footstep, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their Elwyn Brooks White pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rapper'raging inkiness cocks. Karen could experience Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his mighty disgraceful hands between her and Becky's bodies, the immense nighttime fingers squeezing her soft white-hot tit flesh. She could feel another sexual climax building ... and not just hers. She felt Big microphone's dick practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavily black testis slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but slower ... more moot. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young human face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an vivid aesthesis building between her legs, spreading up her vertebral column, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her espouse white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH doodly-squat !"Big mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Andrew D. White hussy ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavour ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too overwhelm to tell her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the looking on Becky's typeface told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow rate from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and consortium on the glass background. B-Love threw his caput back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black cock upwards and let wooden-headed roach of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white corporation and heaving young white meat. television camera circled the desk, capturing the trope for broadcast. In homes across America, television concealment showed the high definition range of the black doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the white teen's ravaged pussycat. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's washy grin.

photographic camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her girl's sweaty knocker and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black arm, sweet from her daughter's Virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her touchy Edward Douglas White Jr. fingers through the seminal fluid leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, unenviable fluid drip onto her tongue .