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

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The data processor screen flickered to life with the picture of a blazing sun. A small-scale caption appeared in the broken left corner of the screen :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black member / Label : E & I record ”.

There is no music at beginning, just the occasional pluckiness of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its goon. Finally, the car's locomotive sputters and it pulls off to the side of meat of the route. The camera angle cuts to the Interior Department of the car, showing a clean family. A dorky Edward White dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college predilection booklet, is their jolly white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a Bikini top, and listening to her MP3 musician. An strong-growing rap pulsation can be faintly heard on the girlfriend's earbuds. The girl looks up from her pamphlet and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the route and she rolls her oculus. The wife doesn't feeling well-chosen either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the toughie. Vultures circle operating cost as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his mind. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his deal from the heat. The girl sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school grad rolls her eye, but then she looks down at her MP3 thespian, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cellular phone telephone set and starts entering a earphone number.

The television camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front buttocks, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his trauma. Suddenly, the daughter's paw taps mom's articulatio humeri and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE tow truck"on its filmdom. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her oral sex at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in strawman of the car like a dope, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the speech sound. Mom takes the sound and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling marauder again. The phratry now has all the car door open, and are all sudation. The husband has stripped off his jacket crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white systema skeletale. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A gravid pick-up truck with a windlass drives up beside the kinsfolk and parking lot in forepart of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab doorway, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large blackness grease monkey gets out. The music for the telecasting finally starts properly now, a heavy belligerent rap beat, the Same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is improbable and very muscular, wearing some loose trying on dungaree and a closely tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the fellowship car and smile. Daughter slowly rolls off the car punk as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the automobile mechanic. The hubby opens the hood and effort to essay the engine again, but the towering ignominious mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his lieu in front of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her top dog, clutching the car's thug and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet female parent, her blouse still unfastened revealing her inner cleavage of her ample breasts and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how lots pelt she's revealing and turns away, blushing from overplus. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glance over her berm at the mechanic and bites her broken lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to countermand the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the battlefront bed of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's diminutive shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting rim, and ice blue devil optic. The rivet makes eye liaison with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the locomotive engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the control stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her sizeable cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the shop mechanic is satisfied with the oil meter reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's attending, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couplet of superfluous suggestive thrusts as he drives it dwelling. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

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

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his drumhead, revealing his nighttime, knock-down torso, rippling with muscularity. Mom's big dingy oculus widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his mitt, the car-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the machinist's sac and sees the dyad of gloves he COULD have used to give the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the dorsum of his truck and begins to mesh his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the lure to the bumper of the car. His brawn flex, the sweat making his Negro cutis radiancy in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The auto-mechanic base on balls back over to the car and looks at the bait. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt aid. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift movement, he yanks the knock from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* speech sound. The hubby jumps in fright and covers his capitulum for protection. As this happens, the tv camera angle changes to depict the black auto-mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the married woman and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the machinist violently yanks his whack off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, 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 camera cuts to the wife and daughter, center blanket, yack dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's tool. The camera returns to the premature camera slant within a second, and the automobile mechanic is pulling up his trouser. The husband, still cowering from the smash's randomness, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'railway locomotive's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'call THE diversionist"

The mechanic fold down, wrapping is leather belt around the draw and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the medicine video. The grease monkey activates the winch, lifting the battlefront of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the hand truck's cab. The grease monkey opens the passenger door for the kin, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the Bench stern, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the grease monkey helps the wife up, giving her round of golf ass a short pushing up into the rear. Next, the hubby climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take away care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and climb up up into the driver's tooshie, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is plain that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to stave off an inappropriate site, the husband motion for the wife to sit in his lap and ca-ca room for the daughter. The wife declines the whirl, and before the hubby can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inch from the mechanic's encompassing black font. The girl turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the grease monkey's bare, disgraceful torso. The auto-mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to push as the white teenager wiggle and giggles in his lap. The language continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
Call me for a parachuting and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU telephone call THE diversionist !"

The husband and Church Father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the black auto-mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his head left and aright, trying to see around the daughter's mind so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a brawny arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his unspecific Black shoulders. The machinist glances downward, getting a snort's eye view of the teenage daughter's copious whitened cleavage. The automobile mechanic seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's incline mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white teen in his lap and the reasonably tweed wife sitting side by side to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The young woman in his lap clutches the dashboard and the device driver's arm to hold on from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the hubby and nods toward the kin's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough elbow room in the cab for him to force back safely. The married man hesitates for a moment, looking at his girl, trying to compose herself as she sits in the pitch-dark scantling's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might materialise if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding nigrify alien. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange querulous looks, the husband glances again at the car-mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smile at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, overstate breathing place and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the married man pats his place on the truck's Bench seat, indicating the married woman should scoot over and draw room for their girl to get out of the machinist's lap.

"So if you just plagiarize up your hood,
I can fix you literal good."

As the hubby gets into the family car's device driver's seat, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the hand truck cab, and attempting to get their girl to run to the middle of the bench rump. The auto-mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large tush window of the motortruck cab. A disturbed spirit weirdo across the hubby's face as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the hand truck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very rough drive in the towed syndicate car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his married woman's human face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his methamphetamine falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the confused specs, finally finding them and putting them back on his brass. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her implements of war. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his girl is not only out of the grease monkey's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to take a breather a suspiration of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's nates windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter seize her paw and forces them down, under the truck's rear window, out of sentiment. The husband looks at his girl, a unusual implike grin is on her font. She is not trying to mount over her female parent to get back into the car-mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to crowd her mother closer to the mechanic. The married man ticker, confused as his wife shakes her head word and their girl continues pushing her closer to the automobile mechanic and holder her hired man down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm deplorable"just before their girl pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the row"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and wafture at her father. She then hold her hands up, palm tree facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her back talk, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The hubby doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the French horn again and again until he sees his wife's read/write head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her back talk. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the bleak shop mechanic. As the daughter does this, her sire briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her short circuit and scanty ! The father watches, mouthpiece agape, as his girl climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this prison term, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to slue violently and the hubby starts blasting the saddle horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the motortruck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car trump yet again, trying to resist what he is helpless to bar. He sees his somewhat Elwyn Brooks White wife looking at him from the tail window of the motortruck. He shakes his straits at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue center full moon of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front line of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her girl's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring fingerbreadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her Edward Douglas White Jr. hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car hooter again and again as he watches his wife grin at him one endure time, blowing him a candy kiss with one script and wafture goodbye, before reaching up to the roof of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow hand truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 mi an 60 minutes, with a loud clangor. The husband frantically steers his car to a good stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower turning point of the screen :"The diversionist ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black member / Label : E & I Records ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the figurer screen. She was the more innocent of the two fille. Like her in force admirer Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with farseeing red hair, alluring green centre, and a scant sprinkle of lentigo across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the picture would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's don was a very bourgeois man who attended church meeting twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with buttoned-down christian values. They were not to dress up provocatively, use foul language, love ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these formula with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ rampantly child'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done matter like worn mid-riff stripping cover to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with sight of son.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative upper side covered more skin than did most of the other tops 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 course of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her merit was no footling feat for a high-school fourth-year as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity mob, a symbol of her hope to her family that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her sense of taste in medicine. Becky loved rap music, and her Quaker Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"Black Phallus ”. The vocal were effective, though somewhat risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the net, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Negro Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on pornography sites for some grounds. This meant that the porn-blocking software system that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in local anaesthetic music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girlfriend at school day were surprise that bourgeois Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black member. She explained that while the lyric poem were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong speech rhythm and rhythm made her privation to dance. What she didn't honorable mention to her funny friends was that the songs were stirring unassailable urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to accomplish the best flood tide. More and more, she wanted to find out their music and instruct about their grouping ... so naturally she was thrilled when her Quaker 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 porno movie ?"

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

"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 completely ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

"state of nature huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you enquire if the rumors are true ..."

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

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

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

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

"revenue !"Becky squealed.

Lauren laughed."I'm kidding ! Of course it's all just bullshit ! All these rappers are like that ! They talk themselves up like some kind of passing pimps. Still, I've heard that this telecasting 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 imagine her interest was less than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software package blocks the site."

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her eye."So Black Phallus is going to come out LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't credit it ?"

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

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

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

"Well…"Becky bit her lower lip."She doesn't really have intercourse I listen to that type of euphony. 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 narrate her I bet Sarah will converge them ! You have to recount her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper."That would be amazing ! Do you intend you could get me a VIP pass too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit Truth'and talk about their music being so popular in the golf club, but like how they can't get the pic they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're unquiet to go on television for a ‘ experience no-holds barred, exclusive consultation and appearance USA and the remainder of the mankind what Negroid genus Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their internet site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

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

Lauren continued."The site said that black genus Phallus is planning to show some of their former euphony picture and they'll be uncensored too ! Just consider, if you thought this"tow car"video recording was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered head to envisage how a great deal full-bodied the total darkness Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her brain began to tramp, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their music television. The intellection of seeing titillating setting unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her look turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex company that the doorknocker supposedly threw on turn, or in recording studios, or on the plastic film set of their music TV, or onstage at concerts in front end of crowded clubs. They were just wacky stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her idea were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her discernment friend."I ... I think I should promise my sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - contribution TWO : PREPARING FOR AN IN-DEPTH interview"

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In the two years since her college commencement ceremony, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of almost recognized and respected Edward Young fair sex in American English television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow account of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable news program network. It was a good job too, as an"amusement Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In Truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executive had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer human body, flawless white skin color, dazzling smiling, and big dingy eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde fuzz that she kept cut above her neckline. Her articulation was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a variety of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 build, and her aphrodisiacal outfit, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news account. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a twelvemonth of her maiden show on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before foresightful, her characterization graced the cover of dozens of cartridge holder, and she received many remunerative go for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the care, she was disappointed that it seemed to pore so a lot on her appearance. Money and picture were irrefutable, but Jessica didn't want to act or pattern, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and play down her vernal range of a function, and began to set a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff denudation shirts, Jessica began wearing fashion designer suits in sorry semblance. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the spiritualist, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on light, fluffy, amusement word. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her front had increased the mesh's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted Thomas More money, she could take the various mould and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic unity that she desperately wanted to progress.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more than say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with restive, more controversial fame. The web however, being rather Conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ amusement correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was honest that she could give up, and seek greener pasture, she didn't daring leave the mesh without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her hubby baton out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a speech sound yell from a match meshwork, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the legion of a newsworthiness political program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a hefty new pay, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a to the full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the master anchor of a show would give Jessica the chance to advise story ideas, and to do in-depth audience with controversial entertainment material body. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news show syllabus, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that study because the solid network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little danger in taking the job. The electronic network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentive were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her married man, baton, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could evidence that this net, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the worthful asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, Billie Jean King Network amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the sensitive scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and muscular meshwork. They targeted what some perceived to be an hearing often neglected by the news media… nonage and juvenility markets. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined serious stream affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to digest that ikon. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the majority of the chief executive stave. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a female monarch. She always had bracing fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea spring water system in her grooming way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite gamey. The but thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the twelvemonth they'd been working at KNEN, billy seemed less and less concerned in making love life to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled water in his situation, but unlike his married woman, billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to shape with so many Black ! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he was their executive program, but whenever he tried to delegate line of work to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late Nox, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible for to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisory program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To ca-ca subject worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and truncheon's enervation and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able to construct love to his young, sexy wife Sir Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. he-goat knew that he was the only affair 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 married man's sudden lack of stake in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to render to normal, she didn't have time to chance out what the trouble was. There were other matters on her judgement. Namely, her upcoming consultation with the controversial rap chemical group,"black Phallus ”.

"blackamoor Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club electrical circuit and among adolescent and college students, but it was never heard on the receiving set or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyric poem created images of extreme point violence. What was unusual was that Negro Phallus's language weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually denotative nature. The few medicine videos the mathematical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable euphony networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, blackamoor Phallus refused to appropriate any TV channel to air their video unless they were uncensored. The music telecasting television channel refused to air the picture without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other blackamoor Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own site, with the exception of"The tow truck ”, the picture that had aired ( in censored word form ) on television.

In spitefulness of all the tilt and inaccessibility of their music, the chemical group had managed to suit very pop in underground circles, and beginning to have an impact on pop polish. Thus every magazine, television programme, and news meshing remotely connected with the entertainment manufacture wanted an interview, yet nonentity could ever seem to get one. And then, as the fib went, KNEN scored the unacceptable. inkiness Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the arrangement with the radical had been reached after week of extensive, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The dialogue were so secret that even after week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to acquit the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, estimable hazard to demonstrate that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As excite as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly spooky about the interview. Aside from this being her initiatory John R. Major ‘ news show'audience, she'd had very little time to do any enquiry 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 radical's CD and TV, before one was finally provided to her by Joseph Black phallus's record label, factor X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and concord that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The web wanted an exclusive, no holds barred consultation with the rap group, a live studio apartment carrying out, and the right wing to establish any or all of the never-before-seen music picture that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the grouping demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime of life time'eve to"Shirley Temple Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any kind on the interview, nor on the music video recording. Further, the radical also wanted their own engineers to man studio's equipment, so that much of the formula KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was more than, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyric poem and political opinion, the radical insisted on extra security department measures, including security ascendance of the studio for members of their own security system team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain day of the month, due to their cockeyed schedule. This last-place condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three twenty-four hour period to cook for her audience. Being a hip, nervy, minority-oriented cable news program network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the grouping's requirement. The major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the security review yield. To invalidate any possible FCC obscenity violations and publication, the net had suggested the thought of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually denotative nature, and inappropriate for those under 18 years of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's internet site, and black phallus's website, with the same obscenity admonition. Of course of study everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored programme, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to execute some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked million of dollar worth of lawsuit and patron losses. In maliciousness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the single interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

At to the lowest degree, this was the official story of how the trade was reached.

The Truth was that both Joseph Black Phallus's phonograph record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same governance, Solomon King's sable & off-white Enterprises, Inc. To help haze over this connection from the journalistic art of certain reporters, the alone interview that lightlessness Phallus would be capable to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned respective businesses, all with one major order of business, the intimate dominance of blackness men over white cleaning woman. For the nigh component part, E & I controlled business organization were very subtle in their onward motion of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance mordant men's form and sexual index.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost unmanageable sexual arousal in women, and induce powerlessness among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water supply. This was standard operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly conquer single women and even solid businesses, and then use them to make interracial smut or other materials to advance E & I's agendum. For security use, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'business organisation that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with yard of employees, many of whom had no theme who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's docket. The lonesome association between these stage business and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Shirley Temple Phallus's record book label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with mixed stem. The plan was that the furious youthful fateful males and rebellious clean spring chicken that listened to rap music would hear this content over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Shirley Temple Black males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged quest for intimate encounters with white women. White Male would get down to see dim males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their intimate insufficiency and small member. albumen girls who heard the medicine would begin to see livid male as ugly and pitch blackness males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced smuggled men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every strain on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual baron of black men, and subverting T. H. White male sexuality. The school of thought that the grouping advocated was that black-market men were the sexual alpha males of the man raceway. As such, contraband Male had the right to be intimate and spawn any fair sex, every woman, they wanted… even espouse women, and especially white adult female. What better way to shew their call than by seducing a beloved, married American English icon on television ? So it was that pitch blackness genus Phallus's first sole audience would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary company, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

Jessica looked up from her young supporter and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of documents on the leftfield of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document tidy sum. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to delay.

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 mid-twenties, with foresighted dark-blonde hairsbreadth that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark gloss, buttoned-up catch, and a rather unfashionable fashion of Methedrine. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the post. Sarah never gave their attending a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an guiltless, but quite promising, with an excellent inclination and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's indigence. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first public figure terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything LE might sabotage Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to attain sure she never harmed Jessica's life history that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her phone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious young lady and never swore. She never used the Lord's epithet in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, moans, and grunt of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde helper smiled weakly. She felt prosperous to be an supporter for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their supporter 's job."I 'm certainly I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling tech reenforcement ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll feature metre to work it while you're at your group meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the consultation with pitch blackness penis is tomorrow night ? Some of their representative are coming by to curb out the studio. I need you to picture them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some houseman. ``

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

Jessica saw the forced expression on Sarah's brass. `` I think it's just a dyad of their producers. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our electronic network. I need you to hold up me here Sarah. Put on a braw side, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock economic value hype and epitome anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was wanton for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the TV, and she'd been ineffectual to acquire copy until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to make ritual killing to get the firstly crack at the story. The mathematical group had only had a duad of evenings free to give to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two twenty-four hours !"

The write up about Black Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The real grounds that Jessica was being limited to two days of enquiry fourth dimension was a security measures precaution. Jessica was a just diarist, and Solomon world-beater wanted to wee-wee sure there was little or no chance for her to find a joining between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sore about commonness and sexually expressed material, and had always attributed it to her spiritual upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the like family and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their music ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the fourth dimension, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other dark 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 dark ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that grime ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favourite music mathematical group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting hood and get their John Hancock !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate talks around this interview, I doubt we can feature a VIP Guest in the studio that Night. Security is going to be additional tight when these guys are here, and the group will suffer 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 display and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that filth, or meeting those creeps. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped divulge her to any more of that smut !"

"It's probably for the right you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that grouping's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include ovalbumin female person age 18 to 25."

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

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

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

"That's not the one-half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Negroid penis allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature content disclaimers and a handwriting full moon of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no warrant of the nature of the programme's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The inquiry I gave you said they like to stage promotional material 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 meshing warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disavowal in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about luridness. An uncensored television broadcast would afford these guys the double-dyed opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any real peril, so they asked me to play along for as hanker as I could. ``

Like the written report about Negroid Phallus's define availability, the composition about their requirement for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored program. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would provide them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, free of FCC intercession. Of course, it would allow for them to broadcast any sexually explicit content ... not just from the medicine TV, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any amercement they levied would easily be paid by video sales event of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a mystifying breath. The accuracy was, she was a little vex, but was forcing herself to stay still."But I'm a professional diarist, but these bozo are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH audience with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any 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 fiddling sister are lucky that you're so good at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's finger. `` Oh ! I is that your battle band ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to exchange the case from those awful melanize rappers to her recent mesh."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the ring to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical meshing band. It was a stunning family unit heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and baseball field. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold approach pattern. This finespun practice had been the movement of the pack 's lengthy check adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's menage ?"

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

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

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can take a leak him felicitous. He's been so affected role with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

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

Recently the natural sexual impulse that she'd so easily crush since her teen age had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was dying to throw herself to him. Sarah counted herself golden that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few month. She would deliver hated to commit in to her impulse so close to her marriage ceremony day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worsened since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to slumber thinking about her wedding dark. 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 nous wandering to her recent desires and recently patronize intellection of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be uncollectible for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my torso is a temple, and that my virginity is a natural endowment to precious to be given away before marriage ceremony. I'm not having sex before matrimony because I believe its wrong. The only reason Brad's not having sex before man and wife 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 thrilled that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some papers for her coming together.

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her honcho, furrowing her brow in confusion."What did you say ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica approached the doorway, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those bozo from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! solvent any dubiousness they have, facilitate them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. OK ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few months and longsighted 60 minutes at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a not bad life history, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her minuscule billet, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic broadcast on her information processing system for often 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 whang at her threshold.

Sarah opened the door to witness two very big, very mesomorphic, very total darkness gentleman towering in figurehead of her. One wore a sinister case, the other was wearing a silken black shirt and sloppy pant turnout, almost like pajama. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange Ernst Boris Chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very bighearted. In plus to their tiptop, the men were both very powerful. Their cutis was a flawless, rich people, warm, chocolate brown. Their Koln was intoxicating.

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

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

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

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own foreign doings. She suddenly felt that familiar 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 gather her view. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

"Nice ring."The formerly silent hulk finally spoke ! He kept his interpreter low, unruffled, 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 month ago."For some reason, Sarah felt almost ashamed to accept to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.

Silently, the titan slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny white manus in his monster Negroid medallion. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the halo on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens Methedrine. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The behemoth didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to take hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his hard fingers while he continued silently admiring her booking annulus ... Sarah was hesitating to deplumate her helping hand away, and was afraid to mouth to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring elephantine holding her hand.

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

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

"We need to scrutinize your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make for sure everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's needs, for tomorrow night's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can avail you with ?"Sarah bit her humbled lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank shell black lenses on the space black face of the second man. He smelled so unspoiled !
"…Anything at all ?"

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

"Of grade,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a enchantment, still staring into the highly broody lenses of the second base man's sunglass. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate Edward D. White feature of speech framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black feature article."I'm here to see that all your want are met. I want to help oneself you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his vauntingly black hands on either side of Sarah's mild lily-white grimace. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the threshold closed behind them.

That doorway was still closed 3 60 minutes later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"pitch blackness genus Phallus"video behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's office door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young help moaning and curse word, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head word and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't aid it. It had been months since the two of them were familiar, and researching Black Phallus's sexually denotative language had only heightened Jessica's sexual tautness. Even talking about sex in wispy terminal figure seemed to crap her long for a shag that she hadn't been able to get in calendar month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy emphasis, but he wouldn't distinguish her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't fair. nightstick was her married man, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would have been shocked by the sight. The agency was a deal. newspaper publisher had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much difficulty throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the storey. On Sarah's desk, in place of the throw away computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of Black and white luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING Christ ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black stopcock pushing recondite and deeper into her recently pair of virginals white pussy. She would give been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virgin fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted tomentum and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her somewhat white nerve. Her beautiful White person body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a sparse bed of glistening sweat that caused her fluent Stanford White tegument to glitter like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked white torso was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his raise blacken peter between Sarah's full, soft, Andrew D. White breasts. He pushed her tits together around his chummy pitch-dark shaft, using her gentle flannel material body to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the egotistical black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big pitch-black work force on her bantam whiteness wastefulness, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after inch of his massive bleak cock into the jolly white assistant.

Just five time of day earlier that day, Sarah davenport was touting her belief. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a giving to be given only to the man she would marry ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her opinion for the four eld that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two monolithic black stud poker she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her body as a toy for their amusement. It felt so rectify ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH love FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Deliverer ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual girlfriend had learned to appreciate in the last few time of day ...

"tinker's dam THIS BITCH IS screwing TIGHT ! !"The nameless big fatal in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The Shirley Temple Black laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."William Tell me ... how long has that poor dense whiteboy been waiting to make love THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING rightfield NOW WITH MY BIG spade COCK ?

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

"Four days WHAT ?"the pitch-black demanded.

"quaternity ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

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

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

As the blacks laughed at their own joke motion, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling screech of coming. She had waited XXIV years to give herself to the man she would get hitched with. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the Negroid piece of tail her snatch ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... black-market ... cocks !"

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

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unidentified inglorious stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her backtalk and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the outset stocky jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her middling E. B. White case. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless scantling's cock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virgin white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two macho-man filled her in on a few particular of what they wanted to do for the interview broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their program, but felt compelled to cooperate.

"aid us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more blackened pecker ... starting tonight !"

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

"trade good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends 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 require to clean this elbow room up a petty bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two mordant rivet threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak leg and surveyed the chaos of her part. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sis, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to suffer the Negro Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP head to the studio apartment the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thinking turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio certificate wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to lay on the line disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new ally'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio that Night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her Sister.

Sarah picked up her headphone, laying on the floor with the recipient off provenience and emitting an objectionable beeping that indicated the line of business was disconnected. She reset the disconnection button, and punched in a earphone act. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your Sister. Look, I just wanted to rationalise. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a here and now. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a topic of minute."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about blackamoor Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the determination that I was haywire about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. surety is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make certain you see this audience so I'm going to e-mail you my credit rating card routine so that you can edict it on pay-per-view or picket online. I'll try and get their John Hancock for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some fateful pecker."Becky ... make sure you go along your speech sound on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

nightstick McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been place for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on artificial satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hobble peter. It was rare that he ever got rest home before Jessica these Day, so he wanted to necessitate vantage of the metre alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hr, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got dwelling. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a trivial cartoon strip vamper for him, slowly taking off her business organisation attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the impertinence and giving his peter a soft power play. gentle and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to blot out her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a insouciant shirt and quag, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and man and wife, she could knead on her consultation head and research. Jessica went to her rest home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and query that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of unlike ways of phrasing her interrogative, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their telecasting later, thus saving a little fourth dimension ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ obscenity ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the transcript of"Only natural"into computer and plugged in a pair of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to involve notes on the lyric. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some language from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the fully cloth until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single vocal on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a assembling of bad Holy Writ though. The birdcall on"Only Natural"described elaborated acts of sex. More specifically, the vocal were all about black men having sex with white women, all kind of whiten char ; unseasoned, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's ocean liner annotation. The group contended that all of the vocal on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking title, considering the narrative told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the tale that the vocal told.

This beginning song was called"size of it doe Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your ladies know it's true, size of it DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally tumid penises. The song underscored the all school of thought of the radical, and demonstrated why every runway on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"Reparations"was about a dark history projection in a college division, where white bookman had to go ‘ slaves'for black students for two weeks. The white female person student end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the snowy manful students were forced to check. At number 1, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously belligerent and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a splendid political sarcasm about raceway relations and the concern that many whites have of integrating with the inglorious community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of to a greater extent the birdsong seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the vocal must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ true story'claim were just constituent of the act, made to generate disceptation and word-of-mouth. That was why the Sung were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm base"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice veneration that White person people have of bread and butter in the Saame region with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban heights School that has to align to an influx of Black American bookman when an privileged urban center school finis. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Black in their mostly whiten school day. The Song goes on to describe how the black male person senior seduce all the clean girls and the hot white instructor. Jessica again saw this birdsong as an exploitation of racialist fears and mixer comment on white trajectory from the inside city.

"Big chief Man"told the story of a white man vying for a advancement. He invites his black chief home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the genus Bos meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the distich that he'll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The hubby wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the white-hot married woman on the dinner party table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The next week, the honcho gives the furtherance to another black man ... whom the Andrew Dickson White married woman also happily agrees to sleep together ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to lay off approving action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the melanise basketball team. There was a ‘ humourous'braid at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's team ! Jessica had never liked jockstrap and air-headed cheerleaders in in high spirits schoolhouse and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but grinning at the estimation of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to take that the music itself was quite good. The sound sea bass round were secure and coursed through her organic structure, making her want to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her president and move around the room.

Jessica let the stabilize, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long prison term since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little call forth. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyric poem barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the round of the basso coursing through her dead body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to direct. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the side by side song was featured as one of her medicine videos, and that she'd wanted to hop-skip it.

'' Nigga In The forest agglomerate '', the side by side racecourse, was an even more humorous song than the previous I. Using medicine samples from the old whacky sexual love song,"You're Having My child ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the nascence of 'his'first child. When the baby is born, its pitch-black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black-market man !

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

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

"Hot White mom"was about the plight of a"Henry Sweet young albumen wife"to suffer a babe, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to engage a fateful devotee !

"The Wrecker"is about a phratry on vacation when their car breaks down. A nigrify tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage girl, 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 cleaning lady who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer acting son's black teammates.

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

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

The last data track was the championship runway,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this vocal was featured in one of her euphony videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The Song dynasty underscored the philosophy of blacken male sexual superiority and potency, from the slant of ‘ natural selection ’. Black men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ natural'right to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that cryptic down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every woman, even married woman, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by pitch blackness men. It was ‘ only lifelike ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire soundbox was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit words of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her agency and went to her bedroom. truncheon was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his sleep, and slid her hand down the forepart of his pants… nada. She gently bit his earlobe. nightstick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back bust. She needed gratification, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lustfulness. 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 aid earlier… something called"E. B. White Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music video recording into her computer. Not wanting to wake he-goat, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to check the picture. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her consistence, again igniting a flack that no cold exhibitor was going to dowse…

Jessica's big gamy eyes locked onto the screen as the first simulacrum flickered to life. What happened adjacent was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked Bridget"medicine video seemed to be a serial publication of vignette about Saint Brigid ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with inglorious men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's marriage March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening scene showed the doorknocker standing on a point similar to those one would see in a flight strip club, gross with provocative alien dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of Christian church windows. The terpsichorean were all Thomas Young egg white women, wearing assorted skimpy getup evocative of a bridal motif. All the missy were slender, with full titty and long, lustrous hair. Each female child wore a espousal veil of some form, white high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, Edward White satin gloves. A third girl, a carrottop, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt ammunition and fishnet stockings. The other daughter in the scope were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', standardised to those scene in comic strip clubs. Jessica noted that the rod were painted a rich, drear mahogany Brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished Brown pole, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' forbear. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blueing middle directly into the camera and sang the language `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only pitch blackness Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to stimulate musical note about the lyric. But as the Sung dynasty continued, it became unmistakable that this telecasting, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The cover cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her ostler, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the St. Bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the euphony continued, the camera shooter showed that the Saint Brigid was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the Charles Herbert Best man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the knocker 's face. The scantling runs his natural language over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene alteration to the sunny exterior of the church building as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of Rice or birdseed from all many of the hymeneals client. They rush to the limo, where the hostler gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can go up in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curbing. A big black helping hand reaches out, and closes the door. The ostler and the wedding invitee stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"preindication has been replaced with a star sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Department of the Interior of the limousine, to a finish up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Brigid on her knees, between B-Love 's bare fateful legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her forefront bobsled up and down in his lap, and blond braid and veil bounce gently with her movement. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that aspect. She wanted to be offended by such a conspicuous disrespect of the mental institution and spiritualty of married couple. Instead, the strikingness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the steadfast beat of the bass voice that vibrated through her dead body. So captivated by the events on the filmdom, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hired hand on her groin.

The chorus began again, and the prospect shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This sentence it ended on a closemouthed up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unshrinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only total darkness Men ''.

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This time, the scope is a tumid and expensive looking receipt hall. It 's a unlike marriage, with a different stableboy, and this time the Bride is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the receipt line, greeting their Edgar Guest. A large bleak man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and smooching it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in jolt momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder joint and effort to pull her away ... but she slaps his handwriting, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the St. Bride, grabs the husband's expression and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the storey. Then, as all the guests stare in jounce, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her sweetness over his encompassing shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her total darkness studhorse ! The sweetness falls to the level, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger snake down the front end of her slackness ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a natural reaction, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the future sketch Menachem Begin ...

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This sketch shows this passably white Saint Brigid dancing with her groom. A black macho-man walks up behind the stableman, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The he-man, never breaking his bold stare into the Bride's eyes, taps the hostler on the shoulder joint and indicates that he would like to dance with the Brigid. The stableboy seems to object at initiative, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The fateful stud pulls her close for the dancing, we see her heart widen and glance down ... we see the black stud smile ... There is another cut, this clock time to a wide shot of the dance base, full phase of the moon of dancers. We see the stableboy, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The tv camera pans across the crew, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the rampart, her huge white wench hitched up around her waist, while the black macho-man push against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of mania, so enraptured with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how promiscuously she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her face was boot, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her spry whitened fingers probed deeper and deeper into the folding of her garden pink pussy, rubbing her clitoris methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stick around open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly groan as the succeeding vignette played ... and the next ... and the following.

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Every scenario was the Sami ... a beautiful white bride ditches her white bridegroom for some black stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The ostler lovingly feeds his bride a raciness of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the Stanford White icing off her ostler's digit. Then she holds up a slice of cake for the stableboy. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his grimace. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black waiter whisks the bride and the bar out of response hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The scene gash to the Saint Brigid's expensive white frock lying in a flock on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to exhibit the St. Brigid lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed daub of white cake frosting. She writhes in transport as several dyad of large smuggled hands smear more cake frosting all over her milky T. H. White skin. The camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing white Brigid and start licking the frosting off her naked body. The tv camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the position of her snatch is blocked by a inglorious man's denuded head word ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding doughnut, on the pitch-dark man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blond, sitting at the banquet tabular array with her groom. The bridegroom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Bridget. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder and voicelessness in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the threshold, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The St. Bride grinning and bout to the St. Bridget's amah who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pinko dress. The Brigid turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her bridegroom at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye inter-group communication. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the way, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several nimble gash of deal ( black men's hands and white cleaning lady's hands ) ripping the whitened gown from the Saint Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her embryonic membrane in front end of a mirror. The threshold of her fertilisation room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the Bridget sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the fork of his cover-alls ... the Saint Brigid's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the threshold of the dressing room. We cut to wedding political party in the front of the church service, waiting for the St. Bride so they can get the ceremony. A beautiful adult female, presumably the bride's mother, paseo to the changing elbow room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks spread to reveal her beautiful white girl on her knees ( back to the tv camera ) kneel in movement of a black man in her full bridal scrubs ! The female parent stares for a consequence, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and puff her into the room.

This following vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the brink of her honeymoon entourage. The stableboy kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The stableboy holds up a finger's breadth, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a exhibitor first. The bride horned pout, while the stableman steps into the can. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a giving black man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the lavatory. The black stud looks at the close bathroom door ... and back at the Bridget. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The following shooting was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the can, toweling off ... he looks in the focussing of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the stableboy in the backdrop. In the foreground, on either face of the projection screen, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the lady friend 's legs, blocking our panorama of the stableman. He continues thrusting into the young woman, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is defenseless his muscular fateful torso shines with sweat. He takes a draught of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Bridget. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's pulse. The bride's lily white hands run up over his chest, and around his berm and neck as he dives back into legal action, out of the camera slam. 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 oculus bolted undetermined, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a garbled, and shocked husband. billy goat stood in the darkness hall, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his center glancing from his wife to the CRT screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary groom in the honeymoon rooms.

'' love ... I 'm distressing ... it's just ... I thought you were numb ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dampened panties.

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

That remark alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that subject, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until nightstick walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to agnise how close she had been to what would receive been an earth-shattering climax. baton's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrassed.

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

'' sister, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't mean for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't control it ... Besides, it's not a big raft ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a euphony video. ``

But that was billy goat 's total problem. The pitch blackness men at work were treating him like diddlyshit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the trope of hefty black men and white women in a music television. It was more than he could stand up.

'' It 's a crowd of god hoot niggers ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist words, but he could n't help himself.

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

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

'' THAT 'S sufficiency ! '' 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 ... beggary ! You turned away, both clock time ! HOW DARE YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't make to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the dustup left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take aim them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's oculus widened with wrath ... or reverence ... or unhappiness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the doorway behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The entire realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt pallid to her stomach. Her last-place commentary left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so tremendous ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer reminder. The telecasting had ended. She had no estimation what the last scenery was. She thought about the fact that there were some other medicine videos she wanted to look back, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able-bodied to contract on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the side by side day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the dark talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with billystick, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some nap. Jessica decided to catch some Z's on the sofa in her habitation office. She grabbed a mantle from the linen closet and a feeding bottle of water before stripping down to her underclothes and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her oral sex down on her pillow and closed her eyes, view and self-distrust swam through her trite mind. Her married couple had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep future to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this meter ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his job ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be capable to concentrate on her personal lifespan after the next night 's interview with Black Phallus.

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

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The stableman stood at the altar ...

The Saint Bridget stood in her fertilization way, adjusting her veil in the magnanimous standing mirror ...

The Joseph Black man stepped into the frame of her reflexion. He was magniloquent and mesomorphic ; he placed a large ebony handwriting on the bride 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the Lord's table, the medicine stopped.

The Edgar Albert Guest'principal turned too watch the St. Bridget 's approach.

The bride sentry in the mirror as two large black manus circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. White pearls and string of beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the level ...

The black man 's paw microscope slide over the newly exposed white belly of the Bride ... and over her full-of-the-moon white breasts.

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

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

The bride watches as the blackened man 's mitt move over her white meat pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

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

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

When Jessica got into the shower, she made indisputable to crank the cold urine up gamey. For some reason her cutis felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain sensation, it was an over-the-top sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened province of intimate tension. This was the Same sexual tension that had been building up through calendar week and week of sexlessness. This was the Saami tautness that had led her to masturbate the premature evening, while watching total darkness Phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and consecrate her that dread nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dreaming make her backwash up so horny ?

Thanks to her pipe dream, her guilt was in full phase of the moon gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to originate lovemaking with truncheon for calendar month, but her own dire words kept coming back to stalk her. How could she have said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must consume felt neglected by her recent calling focus, or maybe threatened by her recent winner. But in any typesetter's case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold piss cascaded over her perfect white organic structure, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quieten, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got abode, Jessica would give billy a Nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate making love. To create trusted it would n't go wrong, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the persuasion of taking a penis in her mouth to be receipts.

Once Jessica was out of the rain shower, she selected some of her aphrodisiacal intimate apparel. She decided that would outwear it all day, so that when she and billy club got abode, she could molt her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales agreement at the Hidden Closet lingerie memory board, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, G-string panty, a equalise garter swath, and a pair of mordant thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the supporting players, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The sinister lacing and satin complimented her sightly complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her house, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panty rode her pelvis creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hosepipe gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a bird. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat Negroid skirt and sports coat that could be worn on-air for the evening's consultation and then to dinner at a nice eating place afterwards. By the clip Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm dark dear, '' Jessica cooed, resting a touchy hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those awful affair ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him final dark, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the Lapplander fourth dimension.

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

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

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

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know things have been difficult since I started piece of work at KNEN, and I 'm good-for-nothing. I 've had this big interview coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' billy felt his blood beginning to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt over the previous night took hold again ... again casting herself as the delinquent wife. It was bad enough that this naming had taken so a lot 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 restrain her, but she thought she had better warn nightstick.

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

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

'' I do n't cogitate it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... zip dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the display. ``

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

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

'' Perfect ? '' Billy 's wonder was peaked, `` What do you have in mind ? ''

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

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

'' I ca n't secern you, it 's a surprisal ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But take a breather assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion 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 cheek, and was out the door.


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a agile meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a little background data on the radical, and usher in each of the music videos before conducting the interview with lightlessness penis. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the old eventide she hadn't been able to watch over all the videos. Seeing the videos before the audience would give her the opportunity to fix more head. The solely real job Jessica now had was that her supporter didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a burnt umber, water supply, or juice. This was not the slip today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did establish up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the gang, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed speculative. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed vex and distracted. Jessica noticed this doings, but remembered her word with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what sort of ‘ promotional material stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that Night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally unadulterated makeup looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same dress she had worn the previous day ! Had the misfortunate lady friend not kip ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her immature ally and assistant.

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

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were recently getting in this morning time, and you seem a petty distracted today. Are you sure you're OK ? Are those.. aren't those the Saami wearing apparel you wore yesterday ?"

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

"Before a studio apartment session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew dependable than that. Everybody had to operate at one hundred ten percent on programme days.

"Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy nearly of the night ... I mean ... busy well-nigh of the night, getting matter make !"

"Oh, of course, Sarah, I'm so no-good, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should feature gotten some son from engineering science to aid out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's vox populi had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her button-down, demure young assistant would have been able to count past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the platform, she'd been disgusted. The melodic theme that Sarah had gained any deference for that form of group made Jessica to a greater extent than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary result,"it would take a long clock time to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last-place comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the bandaging room and thrust a fresh water feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to reveal the mystery, she simply didn't have the prison term. Sarah was right field, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The true statement would birth to hold back until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting preference had been programmed in the previous eve, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best brightness Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the twinkle were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio apartment kindling always put out a lot of heating system, but tonight the lighting'heat energy seemed especially stark. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the urine was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical substance that provoked acute intimate arousal in women, with some liquid"e"raptus mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her twenty-five percent bottle of water,"Does it seem tender in here to you ?"

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to neglect her assistant's unknown behaviour,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the story manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a draught from her water bottle."I can understand lighting and auditory sensation, and even television camera body of work, but the temperature ? Those Joseph Black genus Phallus guy wire seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck opening. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing spell as she fanned herself with her bank bill identity card."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this warmth. How much foresightful ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her feeding bottle of water.

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

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

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

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

"commodity, I'm gladiolus they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with nothing to show the populace !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't suppose our viewing audience are going to beware a bright face !"Jessica shot her assistant a bewilder look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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

Jessica's nervous energy and myriad bottle of pee resulted in a much needed toilet break. She returned from her breach transactions before the broadcast, and the latent hostility of the studio was even firm than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on resilient television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap chemical group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibleness of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like blackamoor Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience section to present some form of provocative packaging stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the unit staff of"The Whole Truth"intelligence broadcast shared. That shared nerves was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a bottle of base composition down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with bare minutes to air metre !

The lady friend was very apologetic,"I'm so sorry Ms. McFarland ... someone bumped into me and I lost my grasp on the bottle !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember paseo by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottleful. good story, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned press to bring in another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her inkiness top by the busy hands of a closet artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that even was a closed jacket with a very eminent neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not bear one ! Jessica's aphrodisiac sinister"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the work party, even if it was for just a instant. This was a real event that she did not want to go through right before an interview.

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

The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the shuffling up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up young woman was smearing some accession base across Jessica's segmentation. Then, in a flash, the make up female child and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The manager called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the mass of her new jacket ! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue colouring material, with a blacken choker, but no lapels. There was also a inkiness pattern going up the face, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's dresser. The room decorator jacket crown would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the cap exposed a generous amount of the inner dowery of Jessica's milky white breast, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The press girl had given her the wrongly form of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a bare cap in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could send person ..."

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


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wing, in the unripe Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a declamatory overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news course of study to begin. The room was luxurious ... with mild inflammation, rich furnishing, and a fully stocked complimentary bite and tope bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a constitutional plasma HDTV Monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the sumptuous milieu, Billy was highly agitated.

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

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

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

The guard swiped the card through the reader again… looked at his electronic computer covert and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to have got problem scanning his ID. billystick knew it was bullshit. These pitch-black bastards were giving him trouble because he was a ashen guy."I don't have prison term for this Irish bull, I have to get to the studio !"

The second black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his way. nightstick couldn't help but back away in fear of the titan, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The safety took twenty dollar bill minutes to ‘ verify he-goat's identity'with the security agency. They didn't bother apologizing. As baton pushed past the beefy smuggled guards, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to accept 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 sentry go shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to get wind ..."gripe, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... billystick choked on his madness as the elevator threshold closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Mon morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the level where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another pair of black muscle builder bouncer case, refused to provide him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the viridity room and told to catch the program from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous expectation as she anxiously watched the projection screen and waited for the appearance to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to determine the audience on television !

Becky had called her babe Sarah a dyad of twenty-four hours earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually suffer the radical. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not conquer to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to More of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not soften. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to check the audience on Laura's information processing system with some of their Friend, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't admit her to sleep over at a booster's sign on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next first light, after Becky had abandoned all Bob Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find out a voice-mail on her cadre sound. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could orderliness the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be household that night so she had the solid house ... and the big TV in the keep way ... all to herself. That Nox was one of the uncommon affair that Becky's overprotective parents left her family 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 to do it ! She was going to be capable to watch the interview with Black Phallus, her best-loved music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's pocket-sized livid hands were trembling with so much excitement and catch that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the Edward D. White teen's back and shoulder as she registered her baby's quotation posting selective information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the hatchway titles of"The unit the true"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to premise the night's taradiddle, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner one-half of each of her entire, whitish white chest were clearly visible. She looked like a pricy call girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her quandary and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Sojourner Truth'about ‘ blackamoor genus Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most popular, surreptitious rap mathematical group. Their foremost record album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million transcript in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct net sales. Their music is heard in night order and teenager'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely decoct on the words scrolling up the teleprompter sieve. The rut of the studio Christ Within on her bare pectus was a constant reminder of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and United States to see. Jessica positioned her weapons system in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her segmentation, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the wireless, or television, and banned from some disk shop'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the mass medium claim that the group is simply too detestable to be broadcast. Black genus Phallus's lyrics are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their video have never been seen on television because of the sexual capacity and allegedly nauseous nature. Some euphony mesh functionary have gone so far as to label the video as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another coup d'oeil of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her blazonry failed to hide out the segmentation that her jacket crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her weapons system around attempting to find a more modest mannerism, everything she did seemed to demonstrate off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to get hold a more professional view and read the teleprompter at the Lapp fourth dimension.

"Shirley Temple Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their euphony is meant to express their deeply-held political school of thought about popular estimate and societal values. In unretentive, they make the antique claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial stuff is artistically justify freedom of expression. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'Song that are given radiocommunication and video child's play and ask why they are singled out for complaint. The group claims that they are dupe of racialism. They claim that that they are being censored because their medicine is perceived as a threat to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white USA that wants their part silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Black person genus Phallus wants them to know !"

The nerves in Jessica's spokesperson could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in front end of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her effort to find a more overmodest camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist governance ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But starting time, we're going to render you the videos that the music picture duct won't. All this, and more, after a legal brief good luck, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a short as she read those last business off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the TV the previous night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the TV wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other Nox ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

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

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

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was section of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her dead body a short on television ... then after the programme she'd habiliment that short kit to dinner ... and home base ... very naughty !

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

That must be the ground. Billy sat back to watch the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

nightstick tried to ignore the sinking notion in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her cap."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her weaponry and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful white cleavage that her jacket exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful White cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The Danton True Young mantrap stammered.

Jessica couldn't helper but acknowledge the unusually dying behavior her normally calm and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."aspect ... we'll have to verbalise 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 girl so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have metre to wonder for very long, because the conductor's voice boomed over the studio apartment intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... back IN quintet, quaternion, trey, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, queasy. These are the word that music video recording meshwork administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music group"Joseph Black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the TV can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decisiveness has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on telly ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to concentre on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her dresser was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with diaphoresis. This was not unnoticed by the calamitous male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Sojourner Truth, are capable to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. much of it is sexually denotative, and may be considered offensive. After these television are aired tonight, arrest tuned for an undivided interview with the artist responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their telecasting, and their unusual philosophical system about society, polish, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these usurious black rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the Lapp men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about white cleaning lady. What horrible commentary might they pull in about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The number 1 music video that"The Whole accuracy"will show you tonight concerns black penis's views on the conception of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually expressed lyric and video footage. black Phallus claims that this explicit textile is vitally essential 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 affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally tenacious pause at this point, her thinker roving to the images she'd seen in the euphony video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and bewray flavour on her husband's face.

And now,"The unit Truth"presents Black genus Phallus's"White wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the Sung dynasty ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Saint Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional person demeanour, but couldn't help but shiver as the Sung dynasty's complete rubric left her mouth. She could even palpate a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous eve when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the euphony video, which Jessica tried desperately to snub. The net time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't countenance hoi polloi to intend that Shirley Temple Black Phallus's euphony video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that several pairs of oculus in the studio apartment were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water supply nursing bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio apartment, trying to receive something to distract her from the video playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and point lights are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom hefty chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock concentrated bulge in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG Negro COCK like you did final stage 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 bequeath the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her finger's breadth over the button of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft blank peel was covered with love bite ... hickeys she'd received the former evening, from many smuggled mouths.

Tom reached a gravid black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full moon firm titty, and difficult nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the solid ground, aspect to face with Tom's groyne. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed Negroid stopcock, nuzzling Tom's breakwater, inhaling his manful aroma ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X blood serum endocrine !

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

Sarah immediately worked her agile blanched fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black pecker. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'baton thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this scraps on television, let alone exhibit my wife to it, and make her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would delight this turd ?"

But truncheon knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Sami video recording he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."cipher could possibly ascertain this garbage !"

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Becky davenport stared wide at the sexy white brides and Black person he-man in different erotic scenarios on her TV silver screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"TV were pretty gamy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Whitney Moore Young Jr. red-header dropped a script to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her outfit tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat tire white tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the clip the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to cut the TV, but its pull was just too impregnable. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a solid force on her as it had the old night.

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to think how the next video could be high-risk ... baton was even more discommode by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this foulness would be sitting inches from his beautiful, well-informed married woman in a topic of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of intellection was rudely interrupted by her constitution girlfriend's smiling aspect and in use hands."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a little glazed, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to utilize some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girl spritzed Jessica's cheek with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girlfriend lowered the gentle drag to Jessica's segmentation ! Jessica was taken aback by the action at law ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crownwork ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehand and camera operator. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a actual charge from watching the pretty young makeup girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the untried constitution girl,"Was that really requisite ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can observe her."the make-up miss responded, rushing off set as the director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

"cover IN FIVE, quadruplet, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The chagrin of infidelity, and inherited grounds of interracial infidelity. That is the issue of the future"Black Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensible nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The whole Sojourner Truth"presents Black Phallus's video,"Nigga in the Ellen Price Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her programme, but"Negroid Phallus"had demanded, in their declaration, that nothing about the even's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the to the lowest degree of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would suit publicly aroused by the picture's contents. But no subject how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the figure of speech flickering across all the reminder in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the video's maven and producer in the succeeding character of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude as the previous television, this song and video seemed geared towards temper. At to the lowest degree ... at first ...

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The video opens with a scene in a infirmary delivery room. We hear the air of the corny love Song"Your having my child ”. We see a Andrew D. White yuppie husband with a telecasting camera, taping his wife in the delivery elbow room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the medico,"I see the read/write head !"

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the school principal of the bed, where the hubby is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spread branch spread spacious, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the Dr. leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a plentiful narrator booms"felicitation, you are the founder of a majestic baby…"

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

Your wife gave birth to her babe boy,
but something looks a trivial wrongfulness,
His tegument 's a fiddling too iniquity to be considered lily-white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

Looks like you got yourself a
nigra IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been to a lesser extent than true
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


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

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the cockcrow ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a angelical, inexperienced person, Marcia Brady eccentric. She stands in the doorway of their lovely suburban habitation, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a livery truck pulls up to the theater.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"breakthrough out what Big Brown bundle can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the powerful bootleg studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a gravid box. His heftiness flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist spirit level, indicating that the married woman needs to signalize for saving. As she leans down to signalize the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's shortstop ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can resist, the disastrous manner of speaking man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front door of the theater. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late stripling, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's sidewalk. He's grin.

The shot cuts to a tightlipped up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive quartz glass frame. The frame is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the marriage photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to register the beautiful physique shattering on the storey by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's carpus are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape measure. There is a brief close up of her boldness, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black delivery man, in undifferentiated, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white wooden leg wrapped around his shank. The photographic camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black adolescent peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The next shot we see is another slam of married man leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his married woman on the rim. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the theater's nominal head pavement and pulls a newspaper publisher from his ring. He acts like he's going to bridge player it to the wife, but drops it before she can acquire it in her mitt. She bends down to clean it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her plentiful blanched cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her gown up. He shakes his heading, then flips open up his electric cell phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's barb of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's sac of newsprint dropping to the porch measure, and then a slam of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front end room access slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The black rivet viewpoint in the entryway of the house, facing the camera. The wife is on her knee, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper publisher. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the crack ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude statue organic structure to the newspaper publisher ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedchamber, the wife on all foursome, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newsprint as the melanise stripling fucks her ass. Again, the shaft is arranged so that slight literal nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see married man leaving for piece of work once again ... with wifey rack in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to snog his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk bottleful. Again, it's one of the elephantine grim rappers from"blackness Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her brim hungrily. The black Milk River man stares at her mouth and grinning. The Milk River man shoves the wife into her business firm. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the primer coat and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The doorway barb behind them.

We see a abbreviated crack of the brass headboard again, followed by shots of Milk River running over a muscular Shirley Temple chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front end porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's front door, the wife is on the earpiece. Another quickly cut shows the door being opened to reveal a large, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen board, and the unfastened pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the legal transfer man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her cover is to the television camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in straw man of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's headland backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning fount past the left boundary of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motility over the top right turning point of the lid.

Poor dumb ovalbumin jerk,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

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

As the euphony's rate quickens ... we see shot after blastoff of the Patrick White wife letting more and more contraband men into her abode to know her.

The adjacent injection is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the speech sound ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipework connection under the bathroom sinkhole. Suddenly urine begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quick cut shows the threshold being opened to a contraband plumber, then a speedy shot a flooded toilet floor. The bath is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the rain shower doors we can do out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the dark plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her pegleg wrapped around his waist and her deal clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The future setting shows a large, muscular smutty pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the White River pair's place, carrying a pocket billiards leghorn. The front end threshold open air, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy train bikini. The pocket billiards man follows wifey through the theater, watching her perfect lily-white ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The married woman leads him through the sliding deoxyephedrine doors in the kitchen, and opens the doorway, allowing the sinister pool man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the bootleg pool man looks around, and the camera guessing goes wide to record that there is no pool in the backward 1000 ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a extensive smile facing pages across his face. He then turns around to see the T. H. White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's train already untied and the cup of the top just sitting, loose on her tit. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her two-piece stern and they start to fall down. We see a scene of the lawn, her two-piece top terra firma on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain echoes as the setting changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security department organisation keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a protection truck pulling up in the drive. Two beefy melanise security officers walk up to the business firm and open the door. They find the wife standing in the forepart hallway, wearing black cat suit, black-market leather glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a faker surprised look and then puts her manus up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The black security officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all cleared'code into the security system computer keyboard, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the action, looking through the get out window. From behind, we watch as the protection officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling black brawn, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in presence of the guards. The refrain echo and the conniption changes again.

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

Now it's too recently
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine inglorious baby !

A landscaping motortruck pulls up outside the house. Two prominent, muscular black nurseryman get out of the truck and walk up to the front door. The wife answers the doorway in her bathrobe and grinning brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a piece of work guild, with the words"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and smile, then backs into the theater, allowing the men to enter. The very next shot holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alert clock and a recently used lady's child and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the paries. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his book binding ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the shooter ... before second pair of black men pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video recording closes back at the infirmary ... 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 child. Then she looks up and sees a powerful black orderly. She puts a hand up in her hubby's typeface, making him bar the wheelchair. She hands the babe to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving adieu to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

married man is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming bleak infant. A middling blond nurse in a aphrodisiacal Andrew D. White uniform approach path them.

"Awwww !"the breastfeed smile at the beginner and ‘ his'babe son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nanny then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably compressed, sexy, and in shape just two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after giving giving birth ( it is a music TV after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary robe open in the back and the mordant hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nanny looks over her shoulder at the married man and laughs again, shaking her foreland. She walks through the door, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky davenport's stimulation was increasing, though the virginal teenager was barely aware of her activity. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big Shirley Temple stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house white chest. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every coup d'oeil of skin and musculus that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to bottle up her sexual pep up easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these mightily urges, Becky had always managed to resist the care of the male child at schooltime. Of course of action, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive rivet in these videos. Becky wondered how retentive her conservative time value would carry out around men like these. Would she turn over herself over as easily as the extracurricular young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own Brigham Young breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other deal down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"telecasting ended, the crew in the studio could barely check their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial gaolbreak.

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

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

"Calluna vulgaris ?"Jessica turned to the war paint girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

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

"amercement,"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 fault ! I can't do a serious news interview with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's thwarting were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the research ... the blow-up with truncheon the previous eve ... the air pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the interview ... the overwhelm oestrus of the studio ignitor ... these erotic TV she was having to represent ... and her tit on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her consistency like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some variety of promotional material stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the air hose diligence. But lightlessness Phallus has their own proceeds on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the future video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a conk sound of manful laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title of respect, and the music picture began.

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The video opens with no medicine. We see a fateful 747 flying through the sky. On its tooshie we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unknown shape that appears to be a stylized range of an erect sinister cock.
Cut to the interior of the woodworking plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large black male person flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

The sexy pilot good turn and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous extrusion running down the flight-attendants'knickers leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."fountainhead ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight !"

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

The sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. buffer smiling."I take it Black person !"

Cut to a bantam, womanly whitened helping hand picking up the radio receiver microphone."attending ladies and valet de chambre"speak a pair of beautiful rap sass into a phallic blackness microphone,"This is your captain speechmaking. Thank you for flying Black phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the wireless microphone with one manus. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her innocent hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back further to show Big Mike ripping his consistent shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular smuggled torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of 60 minutes, but I do want to monish you that we might be in storage for a rough ride ahead ..."the police captain comments, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should revel every moment of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The police chief is at a red for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her hand.

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

The screen fades to black and then the euphony suddenly starts with a fasting, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a serial of three tack dig of the plane's interior. All of the snapshot are from the like angle, with the same photographic camera, but are lit differently, and depict different picture within the plane's fuselage.
One nip depicts the sheet's internal lit normally, fully of passenger on the escape. Another shot shows the three members of Black phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the photographic camera and rocking with the music. A third gear pellet depicts the plane's interior with dimmed twinkle and lightning newsbreak outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glimpse of naked white and black limb, writhing in the passenger seats. These three adaptation of the woodworking plane's interior shots flash back and Forth River as the music intro bid.

"We'll convert more than your air miles, beef !"a vocalism over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the report of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive rider. There are many white women and nigrify men, and a few white men. We see a white guy sleeping in his arse ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the posterior behind him. The photographic camera pans to unwrap that the seat is bouncing so much because a young blanched fair sex with red tomentum is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his tail end along with the music. She realizes what he is discompose about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric poem continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your cleaning woman cry out aloud.
Black engines scream and the blanched miss cream !"

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

The language continue :
"Our big contraband planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those Caucasian girls'afters SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to take a shit sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two footstep, the albumen passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white boxing glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The hostess gently pushes him back to his rump to his rear end and points at a guard sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her prat at the front line of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the recession of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating opprobrious passenger. B-Love makes eye liaison with the white married man, glance at the bathroom door, then back at the married man 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 buns, obviously upset. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an approximation. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the air hostess. This produces the desired force ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a footstep forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walking into it, still smiling, pressing his mesomorphic chest into her hand. The hostess's eyes widen ...

The dim grabs the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom doorway. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white wife peep around the room access. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's center widen in panic when sees the thug and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the Shirley Temple stud suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right wing behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the calamitous stud and the air hostess noisily entering the lav together. There are a lot of confused and concerned expression and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na vary your life sentence !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na take your wife !"

Cut to an outside stab of the plane ... the frame of the flick is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the DoI of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the john !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ instant cuts ’, a series of continuous tense shots that have been intercut with former progressive tense shaft ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a second of each shot at a sentence. The shots are accompanied by the Sung's chorus. Between each business line of rap, we here sexy white female voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your family relationship just hit upheaval ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me child ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her Patrick White cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that cunt !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Negro sheet In a Big blueness Sky ... Big Negroid cock In Your Hot White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the holloa of a airplane engine flying,

Each slam is an extremum close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpse of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blueing optic slowly closing .... intercut with a the white married woman's mouth, biting her own humiliated lip .... intercut with a close-up of the air hostess's oral cavity moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the hostess's naked White River back as she leans forward into the sinister man's powerful back, causing her full white breasts to swell at the sides, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white branch wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four ashen hand exploring black musculus ... one snowy manus wearing a nuptials closed chain and clutching a brawny black shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom doorway latch, and kick ... The injection suddenly cuts to the threshold flying open, and the writhing mass of mixed sex spilling out onto the storey of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in bitchiness of this we can now clearly see the natural action, albeit briefly. The wife is au naturel, except for her satiny gabardine bra. She is lying her binding in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her farseeing white pegleg wrapped around the hefty bootleg passenger. The black passenger is nude and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though very much of his body is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blond hair is still in its severe french-twist and her little puritanical hat is still perched on her straits. She is lying on the black rider's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pallid white bosom are pressed firmly against his pitch black back, squeezing the mass of soft Edward White figure out from between their soundbox. Her tenacious T. H. White peg are facing pages wide-cut, around the black man fucking the white wife. The hostess's beautifully barren gabardine ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the shocking display. We see various guesswork of rider ... Andrew Dickson White woman, Elwyn Brooks White men, and black men ... watching craning their cervix to watch the action. The blank men look uncomfortable, and displume at their taking into custody nervously. The Shirley Temple men seem to be smirking and grinning. The tweed womanhood seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young charwoman, apparently in her deep teens, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father effort to enshroud her optic ... 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-God looks worried. She turns to continue watching the natural process. She slips a midget white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her blue jean. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her White person cotton panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her mitt 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 at law. She glances at the Joseph Black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, occupation woman sitting between a black man and a gabardine man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both expression at the sexy white business woman. The inkiness stud takes one of the cleaning lady's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her helping hand is resting on a arduous prominence in the total darkness man's lap. She begins to gently gouge the bulge as she continues watching the military action. The livid guy grinning at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's former hand and stead it on his own bulge. The char allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the minuscule protuberance ... then at the grim man's lap ... at the big extrusion. She glances up at the albumen guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hired hand off the ovalbumin guy's privates and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the military action ... and places both men in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the push of the clientele woman's wooing jacket.

In another row of seating area sits a black man on the aisle, a young egg white man in the midriff, and his pretty whiteness girlfriend by the window. The flannel girlfriend is trying to look on the military action in the front of the planer, but having hard fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her swain, and indicates that she wants to trade bum with him. The young man, glancing at the magnanimous Negroid man sitting side by side to him, refuses. The inglorious man sitting on the aisle seat smiles at the somewhat flannel miss, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white-hot little girl climbs over her beau and takes a tush in the disastrous man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her berm at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a healthy prominence in the Negroid stud's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motility to the windowpane seat, offering his lady friend the center fundament that she had initially asked for. She shakes her nous and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the seat next to her beau vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ can bacchanal ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his rump, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The raw white stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again pointedness to the"Remain Seated"mansion. The young wife laughs at her hubby from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his rump, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new black man, framing the defenseless White stewardess between his legs. The hostess looks up at him and begins to charge to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue optic widen in delight ... She begins to stand up to her stifle !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare knocker. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the hostess. We now see the air hostess's naked white organic structure from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the incline of her knocker visible under her blazonry. She now kneels obediently in front of her new pitch-black buff, her blond drumhead blocking our view of the standing black's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his fork, In the ground we can see the passengers of the sheet ...

We cut to the various rider again. Some are still watching ... others ... are in use !

We cut to the beautiful T. H. White stripling sitting between her father and the sinister man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her can. Her don looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her jeans are open, and there thrust into her white cotton plant panties is a big dark hand ! We see the action above the tray board now as the erstwhile teen arch her back, rallying cry out loud, and hammers the tray table with her petite white clenched fist ! The founder sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her climax, she sees the black stud raising his tray board, revealing an enormous gibbousness in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a blanket shot of the begetter, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three rump in forepart of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Fatherhood looks on in repugnance as the smutty passenger places his large Joseph Black hired man on the back of the girl's pretty blonde headland, and pulls her look down into his lap ... her rima oris opens wide, just as her head disappears from panorama ... down behind the fanny. The black looks over and grinning at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the blank businesswoman. Though the camera slant doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm apparent motion that she is jacking off the pitch-dark rivet sitting succeeding to her. The egg white guy sitting on the early side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action mechanism ... he lowers his deal to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her can. A expectant, brawny black male trajectory accompaniment comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily period to the clean guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight accompaniment grabs the guy by the taking into custody and throws him out of the rear end, into the gangway. The stud then takes the white man's ass and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the stud to tug her doll up over her pretty white ass, and charge away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tits, the Negroid flight of steps co-occurrence begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black hand between her legs ! The white cleaning woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade fundament with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the grim passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the activeness in the front of the carpenter's plane, but is now grinding her ass into the shameful man's lap and moaning and gasping. The young man reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his handwriting away, never taking her eyes off the action in the front line of the planer ... The sinister stud poker smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tit. The rivet whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the stud shifting in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her heart and mouth open up wide-eyed and she throws her straits back ... her detainment body shakes. The camera pans down to their ramification to unwrap both have their pants around their ankle ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy dormancy in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the backside to complain again. The tv camera pulls back to let on that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy blanched redhead propensity over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazed flavour on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily blank ass and a big smuggled guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the inside of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to disclose the white pilot lying on her back, on the plane's controller console ... white legs spread-eagle with a defenseless muscular blackened rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole aeroplane ! The camera finally reaches the get-go class section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop curtain as the rap vocal ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no euphony ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd racket. We see rider disembarking from the plane. first-class honours degree we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black buff. Then we see each muscular blackened rider disembarking with a female gabardine passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, white female pilot and her black stud disembark. The original white wife, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly Negro air hose custodian boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the tremendous sex pile everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the tweed husband from the beginning of the video recording ... the one that started it all.

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

The whiten 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."Looks like we got another one. I need some security system up here."

The white-hot guy sigh, rises, and opens the command processing overhead freight bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner paster on it ... the caption reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walking to the bathroom threshold and pounds on it angrily."dearest, please ! seed on !"

"Me and my tacky airway tickets."the turn away groom mutters under his breathing space."Son of a bitch !"

Two protection sentry duty add-in the plane. They are both burly inkiness men in sport coat and sleeper.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guards belt on the bathroom door.

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

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

The indorsement sentry duty peek in the bathroom door and smiling, then turns back to the hubby."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the stableman, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one mitt, the guard pops the door give with his early hand and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the stableboy out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK member AIR. THANKS FOR THE beef, NOW nooky OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the chute and the safety device 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 hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na hump you a blank girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the early guard out the door and down the slide, then joins the first guard and Andrew D. 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 BLACK COCK ! I'M SO gladiolus I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The picture was horrid, and horribly exteriorize women ... yet somehow Jessica found it shady ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular grim men ... the curvy Edward Young bloodless adult female ... something about the demarcation of their skin as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the batch of the helpless clean male rider having to watch it all ... ineffectual to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the effect she'd watched in the TV ... but more so because of the acute touch she was getting from the script thrust down the front line of her white cotton wool panties. She had slipped her hired man under the cincture of her Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton pantie when she'd witnessed one of the womanhood in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same matter. And that lady friend was sitting next to her forefather on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most acute video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the heap of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a muscular nigrify passenger. And the sight of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the melanize studhorse passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudeness was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'motion made by one of the white female rider when she rejected a Elwyn Brooks White male passenger's sexual betterment. Becky wondered if the deduction was that white men were minuscule than black-market men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the White person boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see to a greater extent ! More videos ... more black men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministration on her kitty-cat ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or untimely of her to bear on herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Black Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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

Jessica looked up to see the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette physical composition girl standing by the lynchpin desk clutching a dark designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How much fourth dimension do I deliver to go alteration ?"

"Not much ! The last video was a foresighted one and so is the future one. The studio needs to make sure as shooting that the we hit the next rupture on prison term, and have plenty time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all heavy, muscular black men setting up the audience set, looked up from their oeuvre when they heard the commotion.

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

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

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

It was too late.

heather mixture rushed away as the theater director's vocalisation boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"binding IN five-spot, FOUR, III, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to draw up herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and self-contained journalist and goggle box donor felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a serious job with her marriage and sex aliveness. At piece of work, the network had scored an sole interview with the controversial rap mathematical group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no clock time to inquiry and prepare for the interview. Compounding that emergence, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the grouping's extremely blue music television.

The display was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's sports coat. The replacement cap she'd been given was highly unfitting, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample tweed cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more earmark ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be sufficiency sentence during the commercial breakage. Further, Jessica found herself defeated and overheated, not only by the shiny studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the medicine videos she'd had to salute that night. Jessica was sweating so often that her pretty physical composition girlfriend Heather was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed side. As the commercial message open frame ended and heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could guide that evening's interview. The passably white journalist was thankful that there was one Thomas More music video to present before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to pile up her mentation and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the textual matter on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution. dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animals look for sure attractive qualities in a married person, including the human being animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own rendition of the theory of natural selection. At this spot, we'd like to cue you that tonight's plan is intended for mature audiences. The cloth broadcast on this peculiar episode of"The unit the true"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. watcher delicacy is advised. Without far ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Joseph Black genus Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to deal a time out and modify her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like about of the other videos, Jessica had not reviewed the television before it played on air that night. She had to be cognizant of the depicted object so that she could ask questions about it during the consultation. She could only trust that there would be time to change the crown during the next commercial message jailbreak. It was very possible. She knew the side by side open frame came on the hour, and would be yearner than the premature I. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the denseness to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Negroid Phallus'! 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 Brides"video. Jessica turned her attending to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video recording opens with a Edward White actor, obviously made out to be Charles I Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The words he writes are heard in representative over as the photographic camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets wider and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial book of my theory of evolution through raw excerpt, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In cultured society, we fear ourselves with sociable status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging wedding between family line. This can not, however, be said to be a natural excerpt as these formula are imposed by our sociable graces. Indeed, in the gentry or supposed ‘ working'course of study where sociable position is lowly and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ love'seems remove antecedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ polite'interpretation of our base animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of smart set were completely removed, and the female of the species given sovereignty to her own penchant, what ‘ natural selection'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his penning for a moment to call on up the taper and the room gets much brighter. In the background of the room, previously shrouded in duskiness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito veiling. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a womanhood, on all fours, being roughly ravished from behind by a brawny male person figure.

"With the supporter of my champion and co-worker, Sir William Whitely, and his in effect wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the cosmos, studying federation of tribes of primitives, who are less evolved and level-headed than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Lord ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's part vociferation in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, moody, most animalistic and primitive person part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will respond my interrogative sentence. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the married woman and daughters of the former IE in our company to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you see Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much thick ! We simply must throw trusted the noblewoman review these determination and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Charles Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will respond to the issue of this study. Some will no doubt incur it troubling ... yet we must empathise the rude Holy Order of things."

The depiction fades to bleak as a thumping bass cadence plays over Lady Whitely's thigh-slapper. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"present tense Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive Loretta Young adult female, Edward D. White, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the plays as the first lyrics of the birdcall are heard as a big E. B. White guy carrying two beverage approaches the white girl, and gives her one.

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

The little girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiling brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking trope of one of Black penis's rappers. The rapper approaches, towering over the Edward White guy and the lady friend, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drunkenness ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and earnings. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a fiddling, knocking the Theodore Harold White guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the white female child ignore the Andrew Dickson White guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the commencement few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only cancel"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your flannel girl with my seed
Only rude
Big total darkness penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The future verse line begins as the conniption change to a suburban street.

"fair sex want the inviolable,
They want the longest,
It's a cancel selection !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and cover
She gon na choose my Black Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house construction site. Some white construction workers on the roof make raw gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole panorama rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde trot past the construction site, the construction proletarian are muscular mordant Guy. They give her the Saame rude gesture and cat calls as the white bozo in the late adaptation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the skirt, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make for certain nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to look threshold and bang. A large black man answers the door, takes her deal, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only innate
Fillin'your Andrew Dickson White young woman with my seeded player
Only natural
Big total darkness Phallus gon na cover
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

Cut to the Saami busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This sentence the man is a brawny black stud poker. The like meter maid is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the lightlessness guy walking right up to the beat housemaid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the lightlessness guy's hand holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty m amah ... her back talk drops candid, and her big doe eyes peer over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her read/write head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the lowly vehicle and leaning against it, both helping hand resting on the roof. The photographic camera circles the vehicle until it comes to rest on the Black person man's back, then scans down to show his bare, muscular black ass, his legs gap, and his pants around his articulatio talocruralis. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her humble ashen manpower rap around his muscular total darkness ass, clutching it ... as he starts to force into her cheek ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the next verse begins, the context changes to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a small steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each former, and incline forward and osculate tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne-Ardenne feeding bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock arms around one another, and tope from the glasses, showing off beautiful amber wedding rings. They lean forward and osculate again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sweat room and the door finale. The camera then pans over to the drill sphere, where we see two Whitney Moore Young Jr., brawny, E. B. White bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a bikini leotard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned tree branch.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden comer of a vast, sinewy black man entering the expanse. The black bodybuilder is much gravid and more sinewy than the two T. H. White muscle builder are, and he turns the girls'pass immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective ovalbumin guy rope to go fawn over the pitch-black macho-man. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a sexy girlfriend under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the flannel couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'unitard are thrown out too !

"You're in erotic love with a fine Lady,
You want a family, want a infant,
So you marry her and gain her your wife"

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

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black he-man leans out, smiling, holding the door wide open with one deal, and tossing some clothing over the married man's head with the early. It's a distich of shorts…the he-man's ! The somewhat white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The opprobrious 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 short circuit. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the shameful man ... we glimpse her hone stripped ass as the door stopping point ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door slams shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white young lady with my seeded player
Only cancel
Big total darkness Phallus gon na engender
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new picture, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car occlusion and a fit, attractive, professional couple, married man and married woman, get out of the car and walk to the front door.

The scene changes to the interior of the home, and the threshold opening. 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 girl to her room.

Cut back to the private road ... the scenario is played out again ... the mates gets out of the car ... and the presence doorway opens on the female child and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Negroid Phallus rappers, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first gear, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the fellow and airstrip off her jacket crown and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pant !

"Your tweed daughters are Sweet miss
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black shaft
Your lil'egg white universe gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those squawk CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The bootleg man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's breakwater, moving closer and closer to her female parent's face. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's libidinous gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's bloomers, the daughter glances over at the melanise face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and smile wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter facial expression deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each cleaning lady parts her lips and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to fulfil ... the scene cuts !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't compete
Only instinctive
Fillin'your T. H. White girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This time we see a basketball court ... there is an all white-boy team, in blue uniforms, running onto the Margaret Court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY aphrodisiac little blanched cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... mean blue sweater and tiny blue angel annulus. Each missy's whisker is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

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

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of black rivet easily dominating the lawcourt, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the white son run around almost aimlessly. A pellet of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the ignominious guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy blanched cheerleaders now ... watching the plot. They've stopped cheering.

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

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

The adjacent shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy bass beat, the echoing phone of a gavel hitting a strike shell with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym trading floor ... then a blue air pom-pom drops to the floor ( bonanza )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde tomentum, and her long blond hairsbreadth being shaken unfreeze of its ponytail. ( gravy )

There is a barb of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the blanched team suddenly loses a pointedness and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( godsend )

There is a shot of two of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. white cheerleaders lifting their blue angel sweaters exposing their insipid white tummies ...

There is a shooting of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunet, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a guess of the scoreboard, the Edward Douglas White Jr. guy cable lose another point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a crack of blue perspirer flying up into the air, left and right ...

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

There is a crack of the scoreboard, the white guy wire lose another point, the scotch goes to 13-3.

There is a shot of a dismal jumper being lacerated open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a down cheerleading chick being lowered over a double-dyed snowy ass ... in a red thong.

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

There is a slam of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a petite team-red couplet of step-in ... with the black-market men's'team logo over the genitalia !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the daughter's are practically raw ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, scanty, thongs, supporter ... They begin to kick and bound and dance seductively ... in support of the higher-up ignominious studhorse !

Cut to a shot of the miss hindquarters ... perfect white nookie in team-red G-string ... the tv camera pans across the dividing line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the thespian staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his mesomorphic ebony sleeve. One player, Black phallus's track vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful nip. The female child are quickly carried into the locker room.

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

Cut to the cabinet room ... the young lady are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the black histrion ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black sinew. Small White River hands running over mesomorphic black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One miss is on her genu in front man of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His dorsum is to the tv camera ... as soon as his boxers are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in captivation ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her facial expression disappearing from survey ... a large inglorious hand reaches down, running fingers through her satiny red hair.

Team-red boxers, brassiere, and flip-flop drop to the floor ... We see naked black and clean flesh in the shower ... white girl kissing the full shoulders of sinewy black players ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the birdsong's finale. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the sound of female child moaning. Each prison term the Greek chorus repeats, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the camera. The crack is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader button in front of him, her back to the camera. Her slender white weapons system wrapping around his dark neck ... The camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two muscular blackness arms wrap around her slender flannel waist ... two boastfully fatal hands slide down the pocket-sized of her Edward Douglas White Jr. back ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's body begins to spring and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the agile glimpse of a pair of black nut below her stretch garden pink pussy.

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

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

"Only raw"the refrain goes, quietly, one end time.


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

"This is just smut !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking pornography ! These Guy are popular ? These guys are actually considered talented player ! That's fucking regurgitate !"

He grabbed a bottle of body of water from the super C room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor married woman ! She was in a state of electrical shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide-cut ... her anterior naris flared ... her mouth gaped undefendable ever so slightly ... her full Patrick Victor Martindale White knocker heaved obscenely in that bantam jacket.

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

But maybe, billy goat thought, that was the pointedness. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to piddle this audience as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's consultation would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as amusement. Jessica probably had a list of high-pressure questions, designed to rip those sons of bitches apart, and let out the Negroid illegitimate for what they really were ... for all of USA to see !

he-goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy cap that she'd worn for him wasn't really earmark for television set, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her aphrodisiacal visual aspect would throw these stupid thugs off their safety. They'd expect to be dealing with some precious pick puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

billy club looked back at the projection screen ... his married woman was still staring, mouth outdoors slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole Truth logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black penis !"

Suddenly Bill McFarland was not so sure-footed in his wife's ‘ icy professional person veneering ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen door. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all Night. Both her parents were out that Nox, her Father-God was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able-bodied to sit on the sofa in the living room and watch blackamoor Phallus's sexy euphony video, all alone. One after another, each television excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only cancel"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her house, mature breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these picture were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the theatre landed estate line of reasoning. She picked up the telephone, but it was too late, the caller-up had hung up.

Becky had no estimation that the caller-out had been her female parent, calling to tell her that the book club confluence had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet BLACK PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the dummy video monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"television had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's psyche was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's amorousness had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong prickling in her cunt ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's head ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the cleaning woman at the health spa ... the men ... the big pitch-black men ... their muscles ... the rhythm method ! That steady, soporific, pounding bass ... all the images and sounds pulsed through her whole dead body, like it had the other Nox. Jessica's mind was lost in another man, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy mound. The thin framework of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the Lester Willis Young brunette ... what did she want ? The missy was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown region language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the heartbeat of the music. It was as if the TV was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty Thomas Young make-up girl was starring in one of the TV's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty white girlfriend succumb to a Negro man ? But no ... no, this missy was standing right in strawman of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real number life now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her brain no.

Calluna vulgaris shrugged and took the crown away ... but quickly returned with a physical composition kit and quick study."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the Brigham Young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and segmentation with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to become aware of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her mole, and waved her face in a desperate endeavour to cool down off.

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

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

"The studio apartment lights."the Calluna vulgaris smiled, putting the gunpowder away."They're making you perspire, and you're getting shiny."

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

"Now ..."she started to call up ..."what did I need to take care of during the break."Her eye widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her good, milky Theodore Harold White cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to commute her jacket !

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

Startled by the interruption in her frantic view, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... simple column inch from her boldness ! After a few arcsecond, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, destitute, blue eyes upwards to see a total darkness man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a glorious, muscular, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's coloured chocolate tegument. The only clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the peculiar gold Ernst Boris Chain, and a couple of pitch-black leather pants. His knickers were unusual, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to play an unflinchingly masculine pitch-black face. She couldn't see the man's oculus, thanks to a twosome mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, blench reflectivity ... and her wide white breasts heaving in her unprofessional Amytal crownwork. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to expect decent 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 Joseph Black chest. She wasn't short ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony tree giant immediately in forepart of her.

Jessica put a pocket-size, ticklish Edward White mitt out in an offer of a handshake. The giant black man took her petite paw in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white helping hand to his inscrutable dark cheek and kissed her digit gently. His bag was strong, and unyielding ... but his brim were broad, strong, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, resonant voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was oceanic abyss and sinewy ... not unlike the deep freshwater bass of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's script. His voice was productive, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boylike smile. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a tail on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar manner. Shemar was a poor than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make very much departure to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully bespoke Shirley Temple Black suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own powerful black chest. He was just as mesomorphic as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His heart 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 hand firmly in his. Big Mike's vox wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deeply and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also lowering. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly colossus. He wore disastrous pants, a black heftiness tee, and a black leather jacket crown. On the tee's dresser was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. Mike had a fully beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was fairly shaven. His middle were hidden by a pair of black sunglasses.

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

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

"Of class,"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 translate, Mrs. McFarland."

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a coup d'oeil of Heather out of the recess of her eye. The physical composition daughter was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large ignominious manus on her shoulder. Heather bit her modest lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A voice came over the aloud talker."FIVE minute everybody. Places on the audience set please !"

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

"shucks bro,"mike 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 interview 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 newsworthiness Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less formal, more comfortable set."

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make sure big daddy here don't look too shining, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said naught though ... There would be clock time adequate to call the group's view of women, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the work party mostly consisted of ‘ commercial enterprise nonage ’, mainly women and black male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly sinister Male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Shirley Temple Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a subsist performance that nighttime, though null had been guaranteed. But it was only at that second that Jessica realized that with her helper Sarah still absent from the set, the alone white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the physical composition lady friend and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment figure that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with thunderbolt of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vessel filled with dry flowers and reeds decorating the binding of the set, while the base was covered in exotic animal skins and fur ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were real number.

At the front of the set was a six-foot prospicient, eighteen-inch marvelous"Mission Style"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two base behind the table, facing it, was a great, Robert Brown leather couch, with a zebra cutis draped over the spine. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chairperson.

B-Love immediately took a hind end in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his pegleg wide, and draped his brawny Shirley Temple Black blazon over the chair's blazonry, and down the sides. Despite the chairman's fairly bombastic size, B-Love almost looked like a produce man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant contraband man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's interior decoration and B-Love's material body and behavior, he looked every bit like some sort of powerful African chieftain !

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

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

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficultness crossing her legs on the expectant cushions, and felt a bit hale sitting next to the two with child black men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into locating. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 sucker of body of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a view. The warm, full-bodied, dark coloring of the set contrasted starkly with her bright imperial blueness jacket. The contrast was almost as spartan as that of her flyspeck white form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a orotund black couch.

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

"dorsum in cinque, FOUR, 3, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the 2nd hour of a very special installment of"The unit the true ”. We'd like to remind you one end time that tonight's episode of"The Whole the true"contains cloth of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature hearing. There will be no more commercial breaks this eventide. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"inkiness genus Phallus"is a controversial grouping. Now, in the studio apartment, we will here their opinion on their controversy, their euphony, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three members of the rap group Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right-hand, is Big mike. proficient evening valet de chambre, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these gargantuan hood as ‘ gentleman ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your euphony has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD histrion across the States, without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your television aired on television system. How did this occur ?"

"Holy Scripture of rima oris"Shemar responded quickly,"citizenry heard trade good music, and the baseball club vista spreads news fast. So does the internet, and well-nigh youth people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got ripe rhythm, inviolable beatniks, and some bluff rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't affair beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, sing about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from genuine life experiences. We want to ploughshare these experiences, so that the great unwashed learn Sir Thomas More about human sexuality, as we have learned about human being gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a lilliputian puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the birdsong's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in character'? She decided to let the comment go for the prison term being.

"You say you want people to ascertain about your doctrine of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it lay down them not want to listen to you or pick up your ideas ?"

"Our language have to be computer 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, or seen on euphony television channels, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating mean stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

"Cause we tellin'the Sojourner Truth !"The the true can't be unsavory to nonentity but liar ... people who are scared of the the true. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new air of questioning."Let's talk about the true statement. You contend that your lyric accurately delineate your true doctrine and your music videos depict existent 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 satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the call really were avowedly. This ‘ doctrine'of disgraceful male transcendency the group espoused was something they seemed to pick out seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their subjugation. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! married woman, St. Bride, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling book and making a sawhorse. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the fib were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some esthetic license meant to generate controversy, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging way.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armour. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the video, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of trend, she would have to be measured not to brood on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the touch that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to seem as one of the models in her video recording ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit affront. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Sami lightness as the other women she'd seen in the telecasting ... as some variety of intimate physical object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thinking began to drown imagery from the videos ... the wife and the black pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so felicitous ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge muscles ... immense ... No ... No ! It was insulting that womanhood were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever hold to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to moot it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's facial expression just at the stories told in the video recording we showed in the first hour of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in Holy Order ... ‘ White marriage ceremony, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"jigaboo In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

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

The men all nodded.

"It is still your statement that the event unfolding in these videos actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's fellow member could make the call with a straight case. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the interrogation. In spite of her fearfulness of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her judgment around the group's title.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of brides at their marriage ceremony ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the pipe fitter ... the security system officers ... the syndicate man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's intellect reeled at the musical theme that those issue might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the TV and songs replayed in her head ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer players ... the blackened vagabond seducing the married woman and twin daughter's from the class that took him in ... The massive bacchanal on that plane ... Jessica fell silent for a few s. The heat from the studio apartment Christ Within, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her psyche, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observation that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic case 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 narrate a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their medicine. The stem of blackened men dominating ovalbumin women, and stealing them from Patrick Victor Martindale White men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their spirit was to generate controversy in order to sell more than CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this distributor point in the interview. The interracial constituent in the album was clearly portion of the jounce value.

Yet throughout the unharmed consultation, they had many chance to progress to specific comments on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the char in these scenarios were Elwyn Brooks White, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the consequence of backwash. Jessica wondered why this was.

"well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's lecture about that shall we. Your radical's philosophical system ..."There was an awkward suspension as Jessica waited for one of the rappers to explain their thought. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to terminate the question formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"wellspring,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music telecasting we've made, demonstrates raw option. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, survival of the fittest. Women go for men who are Thomas More muscular, who look like warm withstander, ripe supplier ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial panorama of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make believe her raise the subject. It was a power gaming in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the formal debut of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"fountainhead, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to discover a way to make one of the knocker raise the airstream issuance,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treats charwoman like objects."

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

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

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

"Because the exclusively men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her tongue.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the moderately gabardine interviewer.

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

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's inept doubtfulness,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to fair sex ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white woman to take in sex with a lightlessness man ?"

Jessica went Patrick White. The query was valid ... why did she weigh it degrading ? The adult female were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose Black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to find a way out of the heap she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and fluster."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing tie fair sex throwing away their union, their lives, their families ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in control of their sexual urges. That's suggesting that men are superior 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 bon ton 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 families, like your black ‘ alpha males'are doing to the womanhood ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that mordant men are superior to bloodless men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our disceptation that a womanhood would be unable to manipulate her sexual urge when with a inkiness man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha Male are black, or that char should obtain a man attractive only if he's black. Your words portray cleaning lady as being intimate objects, black men as some kind of super men, and white males as feeble and afraid. Some people could find this to be antiblack, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white boys in bang of TV and wireless don't want their women to know the Truth. The truth that black men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get looseness !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that mordant males are master to all early males ? And that there is some immense cabal to cover this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the Clarence Day of integration, black men have dominated sport. Their acrobatic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In summation to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the greatest musicians over the lastly one C were black men, or influenced by grim men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the stage business world too."

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

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

"We don't violence them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those white-hot girls we hired ended up having sex with the Joseph Black models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't order them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love view and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white women together with those smuggled studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they footling modesty-thongs and turd and just get busy, right field on camera ! motherfucker, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those young lady and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't accept 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 real sex in the picture was even more extortionate than their claims of true news report behind the birdcall lyrics. The song language might be on-key, but at least the ‘ quality'were give anonym. In the video, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would respond to these claims. She also wondered why some of those daughter willingly did that for a music video, when almost actresses wouldn't do that for any form of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on photographic camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another widget to sell track record and perpetuate a badboy trope."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would lie with to give birth interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that mike is telling the the true !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful Edward D. White charwoman in the Saame way with powerful dim men. It was beautiful to see nature take its course like that ! Even in scenes where the camera position wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"precondition the fact that your videos are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the euphony television channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just bourgeon the medicine videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to set out with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the hope that we would be able to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our snap so that nothing too denotative could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our picture. Still, the euphony TV meshing wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the physical process of editing special edition telecasting now, for tone ending on DVD next class. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first video will also feature the master copy ‘ tame'cuts of each telecasting you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for clock time, and some intense behind the prospect footage."

"Aw, Inferno yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the trueness THAT day ! I taught a all LOT of fairly white lady friend that once you go inkiness you don't go back ! best day of their lives ! Hell, it was the beneficial damn day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't allow herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the radical liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would 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 stay in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... audience ... the conversation. Jessica chose to cut the innuendo, but before she could ask another inquiry, Big Mike spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. womanhood everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the call said ‘ No womanhood can resist, a Black hammer drumhead, bigger than her fist ! ’. No womanhood can protest, especially not a mulct woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's gaffer. Big Mike from ‘ Negroid Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous mordant doorknocker. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were true, then these knocker were so hot that they were capable to score and fucked their modelling, actresses, and dancer on the website of their picture'yield and included the footage in the TV ! 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 hand to her snatch and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big Mike's reference to the myth of total darkness men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his remark to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's giant hands were pawing her fully Patrick White breasts. She shook her head, trying to clear her idea of the image, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a wife just for a tinny joke or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's recent problem. She thought of Billy's minor, limp hawkshaw. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it rear for a respective weeks. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big blue centre down to the boastfully bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The extrusion that was a lot bigger than billy goat's. Suddenly, it moved ! The gibbosity twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy thrill at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the extrusion.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out tawdry and that she was staring at the rapper's privates. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a musical phrase to plausibly continue her outburst. She was rapidly losing controller of the interview ... not to note control over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a compass point that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your Song feature the conquest of wed char. Many people find this particularly noisome. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuity and unfaithfulness whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ punter male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a lightlessness male person ! The real understanding masses are offended is because they are antiblack !"

"Do you really thing race is the simply real number here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incompetent of controlling their cornerstone desires. What about char's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? obligation and enjoy ? Are you suggesting that a woman would forsake all these thing for some primal inherent aptitude, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male person came along ?"

"Civilization, respectfulness, loyalty, even make out are all just skin deep ... a matter of the mind. raceway is the real issue because that is a subject of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a bombastic Negroid hand on Jessica's stifle as he spoke to her, staring thick into her oculus."Nature is key. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate people to the truth. We want citizenry to calculate past societal normal ... at what really subject. That's the substance of all our medicine on this record album, and our side by side record album. mass are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nonentity can traverse nature."

Shemar's paw 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 regard, she glanced down at her notes, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inches, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to switch the field. She tried to advertize Shemar's bridge player off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw aid to Shemar's roaming manus, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own helping hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her flyspeck clean handwriting on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your following album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we carry from your next record album ? Or your side by side video for that thing Can we expect the same ... base ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so tranquilize, yet solid and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same fourth dimension showing a tiny, white reflexion of Jessica, framed by a mightily black expression. It made her finger small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the daytime of desegregation, an endeavor to call forth up white ira against the idea of putting total darkness and T. H. White in the same schoolhouse and vicinity. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the existent grounds whiteboys feared integration ... the concern they had of being exposed as a intimate fake, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously higher-ranking black male. Our rendering is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Sung to our expressive style of rap, and we're collaborating with a distaff artist, to tell the song's story from a Patrick Victor Martindale White fair sex's compass point of persuasion. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a total darkness man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi President Pierce was the blistering pop princess in the industriousness. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid adolescent, but over the by couple of eld she'd adopted a more secular, yet still vestal icon. Jessica had interviewed the girl last twelvemonth, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past class the young vocalist adopted a much sexy range ... but collaboration with Black Phallus ?

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

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

appearing in a blackamoor Phallus TV was still a Hades of a leap though. Jessica could barely cover it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... strong-armer ! If Black Phallus's early videos were any indicant, then the blond pop princess would be shedding the final remainder of her ‘ destitute'image in a particularly spectacular style !

"Do you have a cartridge holder of this picture, by any opportunity ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thinking of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a great mint ... probably just because it would be a great grievous bodily harm, she told herself.

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

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

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

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

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to confront him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the other two men got very quiet, very fast. He was obviously in kick of the grouping, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to go along his response ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to ask further.

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a young adult female, engaged to be married to her senior high school school smasher, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business stumble. While he's away, she's find consolation in the subdivision of a black man."

"Shirley Temple Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the interrogative sentence seemed stand by in her pharynx."And will you usher me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first time during the audience that one of her questions had blurred the differentiation between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive maiden expression at footage from a new medicine video was something that she had to act on, as a good diarist ... but that was just the pro reason for wanting to see the footage. The unharmed Truth, whether or not Jessica could accept the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The telecasting ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black member was driving her to learn Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

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

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

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Becky leaned forward on the lounge and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another telecasting !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced flannel eubstance. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door scuttle, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a mouth organ. We see a delicate, feminine, whiten hand writing a letter of the alphabet. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a pic of a handsome young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the handwriting writes, we hear a lenient female spokesperson speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the vocalism, before being interrupted by one of the Joseph Black rapper's vox. He raps the future few communication channel, while the manus keeps writing. The TV deletion quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular dim knocker. As the rappers sing, a slacken, but aggressive beat from bass guitar quickly begins to dominate 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 recite you,
There's no need to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and blacken !"

"YEAH !"smash Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate livid bridge player continues committal to writing, there is a twinkling to a Edward White guy reading the letter of the alphabet. Shock spreads across his face as he shakes his principal in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, arms, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a humble ivory paw wearing an ornate engagement tintinnabulation, and running over rippling hot chocolate muscles.

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The calendar method and the sea bass sent shudder through Jessica's organic structure ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket.

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As the picture continues, we return to video recording of the letter-writing script. A refrain starts, sung by the woman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the language ... Her moans correspond with social movement of the script as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a demarcation across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a duo of panty hitting the storey. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's back talk, gently biting her let down lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These images are edited together with ostentation of a white woman's naked back. The Angle of the camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two declamatory black script run up her side of meat, and grab her tiny waistline from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the helping 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 on filmdom. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the Song dynasty, and that there wasn't nearly as practically obvious sexual imagery as the other TV ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that nighttime. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to loosen to top push button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more than of her full White River segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While U.S. and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not experience been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a grin of expiation. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their cap. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated side by side to the ardent youth journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with perspiration from the hot studio apartment lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio television camera's filmed the doorknocker shedding their apparel, while Jessica remained pure distracted ... her center glued to the monitor showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the spokesperson of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost reckon out who the missy was ... like she knew her ... but the young married newsman was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the solely one engrossed by the new telecasting. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her pure whitened twat and teasing her clit as she watched the action at law unfold. She squeezed her firm whiten bosom roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink nipples. She was on the verge of culmination when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and recount you-ooOOH !"the companion interpreter squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the chalk shape hitting the wall and smashing ... a shot of the depiction lying on the floor among the bust glass ... a magnanimous Negroid helping hand roughly grabbing a head of light-haired hair ... a guess of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blueness, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the handwriting, it moves back to the last line of credit and effort to remain writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the theme ...

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

The bass beat suddenly reaches a tight, thumping crescendo as the TV makes a sudden cut to a wide stab. We see a young, sexy Edward D. White char, leaning forward, bent at the barren, over the authorship desk ... she's nude ... but her arms and the tv camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her cheek is hidden by a mass of rumbustious blonde hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the fille sings as the shot suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the dim rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her question back, and flipping her prospicient blonde tomentum out of her beautiful nerve ... a very familiar spirit brass !

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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 daughter as the footage of a blonde cleaning lady writhing and moaning like a slovenly woman while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to indite herself, was talking at the like time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some kind of feeble explanation of her behaviour."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the passably white teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her moderately face.

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

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

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in understood disbelief.

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

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

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

"Sarah ! ?"

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

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the cartridge holder ended. She sat there, stunned, soundless except for her heavy external respiration, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her wide white white meat heaving obscenely in her revealing cap. She didn't even card that fact that somehow, during the track of the television, she'd managed to unbutton the top two push button of her jacket crown, and had hiked her bird up so high-pitched that from the right slant, the tv camera could easily see her scanty !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face was comrade but her behavior certainly was n't. he-goat had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous demeanor and her inscription to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her self-regard and decorum, surrounded by all of those black motherfucker that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how singular it was that a cleaning lady as young and beautiful as Sarah held such rigid moral and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating au naturel grade in a music video clip, he was forced to marvel if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative deportment had been some kind of professional person charade. The Sarah davenport he knew would never look nude in some sleazy music video recording, let alone sham a sex scene with some giant blackamoor beast. It was detestable ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of unspeakable slut was she ?

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

Billy could n't believe his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouthpiece hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clitoris of her crownwork had come undone, her beautiful chest were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clutch of her black lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her panties to be seeable from the camera Angle.

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

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

The camera began to whizz in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio HAD noticed that her pantie were visible ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to exploit her ! he-goat watched in repulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breasts. Billy was furious. What the Hades was going on in that studio apartment ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotional material stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap nip of Jessica 's pantie and segmentation ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

billy goat leapt from the green elbow room lounge and ran to the threshold of the cat valium room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the threshold and yelling.

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

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

'' They might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his promontory again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic whipping on the door, and began calling for assist. Everybody ignored his cry ... Everybody but a humble hidden camera and mike, that monitored and recorded all of his chemical reaction 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 thought process. The cat started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her stupor ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some form of put-on ? Jessica's heart lit up with an abrupt recognition. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that Nox, were all designed for blow note value ... just like their record album. This telecasting must have been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in decree to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an endeavor to outrage Jessica McFarland on subject telecasting ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a off-key calm air. Even though she knew the telecasting had to be some kind of gag or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to recover her pro deportment ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket and bird ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing LE clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our consultation that the untried woman in the telecasting is actually my personal help,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprisal to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a glorious satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an brow at Jessica's instruction and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, Inferno no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn missy, that ain't it at all ! We're serious child, don't you understand ? We seduced that young lady stopping point night ! She ain't worry in Brad no mo'! She only wants blackened men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the knocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a antic. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, decent is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing uneasy,"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 groin through his black leather pant. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten heavy over the course of the interview ! She could barely force her eyes away ... it took her a mo to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't await me to trust that that video was for real !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her headland, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a packaging stunt any Sir Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her feeling. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's brass."I told you. The formula and formula of companionship can not compete with the laws of nature. Any char, confronted with a truly superordinate male person will be compelled to give in to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how practically 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 espouse cleaning woman. There would be no easy way of verifying any title like that. Even if a adult female would accommodate to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the lengthening of"blackamoor Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some reasonableness that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved ill-timed."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his cervix."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 muscular black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were larger than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size of it and colors were not all the same. Most of the nexus were gold, but some appeared to be Pt or silver. Some links were slightly declamatory than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like Chain mail. Throughout this shape of metallic element connection, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the links, the Stone were of different sizes and colors. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular nexus, but they were only ever mounted on one incline as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her prickle, and a prickling went through her kitty-cat. She unconsciously fingered her wedding tintinnabulation as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from connexion ... to tie in ... to tie ... confirming her observation.

The contact in the chain were made up of rings ... not simpleton chain contact made of precious metal, but cleaning woman's jewellery ... marriage ceremony bands and interlocking doughnut ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with rhomb, some without ... there even some that were engraved with word like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained define, hypnotically, on the glittering will to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this prove their claim ?"No ... no ... You ... could induce just bought the ringing ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other fair sex ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the data link. Jessica stared at it in skepticism. The link was a arresting design of Au, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate atomic number 79 pattern. This delicate rule had been the cause of the mob 's lengthy match adaptation. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's fight tintinnabulation !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's kinsperson for a hundred and L years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the touchy filagree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resourcefulness reeled with delineation of her demure unseasoned assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge blackness men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lip inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have got stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous untried woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Black phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained dumb ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's halo, broken, and woven in with so many other mob ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would leaven it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her pass ..."You could accept ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"squawk, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her severely, filmed the unscathed thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their Brobdingnagian cocks ... yes, they had to own vast cock ! She was in a desperate fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would turn out it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of snag. She had nowhere to turn ... her respiration was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's immature ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the dustup."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, doctor fair sex would lessen for that ... that ‘ once you go disgraceful'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a sound, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big microphone said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black body. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the petite white journalist."You won't pin for no ‘ once you go bleak nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to discount the agonizing prickling in her kitty-cat.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can examine that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, reasoning, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with consternation as she heard Big Mike's intelligence, and saw him reaching for the fly of his bloomers !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big depressed eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the sexual power of a big shameful tool !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and muscular black bureau ... her pussy felt like it was on fire."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 level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with inflammation now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular melanize rappers surrounded the bantam tweed journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOE THIS LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, kick ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a brassy ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A squawk !"billy goat yelled angrily as rent filled his oculus. He watched the studio apartment feed in the waiting room."THIS shite HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING killing THOSE Logos OF bitch ”.

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

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the telecasting 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 sieve, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that second publicity stunts were the hold up matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's prick. It was enormous ... so mordant ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant scent. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's turncock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in movement of Jessica, after unleashing his own gargantuan cock. Big Mike's hammer was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but blockheaded than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by electric shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to stand taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to jib them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her bantam white hands and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black prick ... and her fingers just seemed to desire to wrap around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH palpate ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her early hand, trying to bear on by B-Love ... and again, her hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two tiny whiteness hands, grasping these two tremendous black pecker. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight, the beautiful direct contrast between their fat jet black skin, and her lily white hands. Her sleeve began to actuate back and forth ... her lily white-hot script stroking the behemoth ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, sooty putz in closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could experience her clapper, pushing past her brim ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to progress to a video 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 material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual affair about tonight's show. The live program ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored video recording ... a no-holds exclude audience, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would bump ... they ... WANTED this to hap ... This unhurt interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a share of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of citizenry were seeing this ! Millions of people across the rural area were watching her virgule two foot-long shameful cocks while a third one was about to enter her mouth. billy goat ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so end to resisting their advances ... and so faithful to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm conjoin !"

'' wedding do n't mean dump sister ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only rude child, you want the substantially breeder, all charwoman do. The fact is disgraceful men are the best breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big blackened cock can devote you the best shag of your life ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full White person breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket crown. Again, she found herself imagining what those big tool could do to her ... but she had to defy. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This annulus represents my husband's erotic love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This pack 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 baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without small gold stria, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your digit is a pathetic endeavor by a white man to protect his ‘ holding ’. It's like a lock on a door. The problem is that lilliputian gold lock on that doorway won't stand up to a big shameful battering ram !"

Jessica shook her psyche."This ring is a symbol of my devotedness to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the pack from her fingerbreadth then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? funny, I'm pretty surely it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold band, like the one in my necklace ! It's a connectedness in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to divulge that concatenation, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My annulus ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her scope. The blonde lost her residual and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the ringing to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the lighter."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you take with this tintinnabulation when you got three big nigga cocks in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING RING DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the anchor ring amongst themselves."spring me back my closed chain !"She was so horny and befuddle she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your married man satisfies you sexually ? A charwoman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his defect !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's powerlessness on national television ;"I haven't been paying plenty attention to him ... he's under a lot of focus !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't goose egg more nerve-racking than being a sinister man, and we can get it up all the meter ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking chicken !"

"okeh"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all bewilder ! But I can't swindle on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"looking at,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately illogical prey,"You do n't receive anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly instinctive for a beautiful whitened char in her sexual prime to desire the large cock she can get her workforce on, and that usually means a pitch-dark putz. That includes matrimonial cleaning lady, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your married man 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 truthful !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving stuffy to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's reliable. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool sister. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding ring on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her moderately blank aspect ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. Reach for it. Take your mob, and you can go. I promise we won't point you again. establish to all of us that your marriage vows and pro repute are more significant than your personal sexual disco biscuit, and the constabulary of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the range of her cherished marriage ceremony ring sitting on his vulgar total darkness pecker ... and letting her get a good puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight column inch from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her luxuria 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 ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional woman ... all she had to do was take her closed chain and go ! But in rescript to do so, she knew that she'd have to pertain that magnificent rooster again ... and if she did that, she might not be able-bodied to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the anchor ring ... the sensational 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 abhorrent ignominious turncock in nominal head 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 deep black cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your hold up chance to get out of here with your wedding ceremony vows in tactfulness ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's doubtfulness. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in social movement of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that pecker ... The bright amber circle glinted in a breathtaking dividing line with B-Love's dark chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful vision mock her faithfulness so cruelly at the Sami clip ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be fold to her husband, of her bang eternal Julian Bond with him. Or was it B-Love's rooster that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assistant but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding party mob ! It was just ... so punishing ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric prickling in her groin again. It was stiff than ever before, and it kept getting impregnable. At that bit, it seemed that everything around her ceased to live. Her crystallization disconsolate eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel trick, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her diminutive White helping hand vibration ... her fingers cold ... No Sooner had her trembling whiteness fingertips barely touched the ring than her deal seemed to take on a life of its own. Her diminutive finger lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic disastrous putz. The sudden movement caused her wedding gang to drop to the flooring ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the flooring. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful Diospyros ebenum humanness ... and her tiny lily-white hired hand clutching it tight, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingerbreadth curled around the growing heaviness of B-Love's jet black shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the story ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and pull up stakes ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to go away. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black pecker. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your married couple did n't matter ? THERE IS NO equivalence ! Everybody can see which is considerably ! You could have left, we gave you the opportunity, but and you did n't learn it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the Sojourner Truth ! You wanted a fib ! Here it is ! Married White journalist goes opprobrious on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted all-embracing open in awe ... OH GOD THE camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS beingness program LIVE ... God… nightstick could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the cerebration 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 telecasting ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My married man could be watching ''

'' YOUR married man CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T lack HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP WHITE insect ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, 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 understood, one could possess heard a pin driblet.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her Son erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to desire you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big blackened cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to have it away me because you are perfective tense men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married cleaning woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big Mike. smiling, she took his cock in her hired man, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that pass to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's stopcock in her other hired hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attending to Shemar's beautiful black cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't trouble about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the true statement, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature conduct its path !"


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Through teary eyes billystick McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the photographic camera, a big bleak prick in each hand, and one just column inch from her back talk. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet husky vocalisation barely over a voicelessness."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry billy club ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All billystick could do was watch helplessly as the action at law unfolded on the television screen. He felt mad to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big dispirited centre away from the photographic camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly heavy blackened shaft. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's oceanic abyss Robert Brown eye and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the monumental black shaft in her handwriting. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... innate. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the knocker's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girlfriend"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's sonant garden pink lips grazed the oral sex of his raging black cock."Kiss that nigga prick. Lick it ! Lick it up and down sister, get me safe and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pinko natural language lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown stopcock. Her center stared at his rooster in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the duration of the diaphysis with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the replete duration of Shemar's dick, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her leave behind hired man, and Big mike's with her rightfield. Her arms and articulatio cubiti strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's ennoble kisses reached the radix of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy black balls, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any suppression she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubt ... any ignominy ... melted away. Jessica felt a steady backwash over her body ... and a desire to please these resplendent black men.

"suction it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga rooster ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking black peter is the best thing any white woman can do with her backtalk. skillful than asking us a lot of pillock fuckin'interview head !"

An hr earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would deliver been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was veracious ... that was the considerably matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her heart ... pulling herself away from Shemar's clod ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her backtalk finally reaching the top dog of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her fond wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the chief ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong Black person work force took hold of Jessica's foreland ... his fingerbreadth running through her piano blond hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed lip. Her delicate Stanford White hands continued stroking and pumping the former men's cocks, while her brain bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeply and deeper into her oral fissure. She was only 3 or 4 in from the base of the jibe ... taking the wholly affair in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My number man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hired man shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to switch over to Big microphone. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand loosened its traveling bag on Big Mike's fat Shirley Temple prick as he pulled away. It quickly grasped handle of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"okay child"Big mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's chubby black rod into her mouth. Her glossa didn't have much room to manoeuvre around mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his cinch into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to remove him any deeper ... he was just too duncish. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous Shirley Temple hammer ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their hammer from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to right any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you give suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eye glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding closed chain had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her union, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... matter on my digit again ?"She asked mow."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her shining gold hoop had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I accept to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS turncock, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D better PUT THAT tinker's dam RING 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 can on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her genu and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio floor, her full breasts straining to let on unblock of her low-necked jacket. The television camera caught the guesswork from a low forepart slant, giving the home viewers a outstanding vista of Jessica's milky White cleavage as she crawled on all foursome on the studio floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the diminished gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a flavour of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"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 helping hand, and stroke it. You may not suckle it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's piddling ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to do with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your bridge player back and Forth ... back and forth. See how your gang looks on your pretty ashen hand ... see how your fairly white hand looks as it strokes my big Negroid cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became grievous ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking move of her hand on B-Love's rooster. igniter glinted from her shiny gold closed chain ... one-time symbolization of fidelity ... as the blanched hand that wore it pumped a elephantine Diospyros ebenum peter. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hired man under her chick, hiking it up and reaching her hot drenching panty ... she began to rub her cunt gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hired man off your pussycat !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her redress bridge player from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's scape. His cock, being over a foot long, was peck long enough for her to snap up it with both hands, and still throw a few 3 or 4 inches seeable while she pumped it with both her small Edward White bridge player. Not once did she make her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hand as it stroked B-Love's tool.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering amber shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold closed chain ... tiny white hand ... big black cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of music of gold. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may blow my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a orotund black hand on Jessica's mind, forcing her right hand paw off. Holding her head in home, B-Love pushed his prick 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her exertion, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the fundament of B-Love's coal-black slam ... the area that she had not yet taken into her lip. B-Love took her left hand off his tool, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding halo, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my chunk Mrs McFarland. apoplexy them, rescind them. find how big and clayey they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her sassing entire of pecker. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves Black person balls with her left hand. They felt so heavy ... to the full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right handwriting had found a home stroking Big microphone's rooster again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's testicle, her left hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each manus, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do Thomas More.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's pecker left out of her rima oris. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a sentence into her oral fissure. B-Love's paw stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't pushing her. He let her do all the piece of work. Only one more inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having difficulty 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 putz slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and well-chosen, that she felt a wave of pleasure bye over her whole dead body, causing her whole body to stir. If B-Love's prick hadn't been lodged in her pharynx, Jessica McFarland would have let out a scream that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's prick. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from sucking black putz !

B-Love lifted his bridge player from Jessica's foreland ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his stopcock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."proficient 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 face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her oral cavity, and grabbed B-Love's with her give hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any bother swallowing Shemar's blade. She was right. This went on for several more minute, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blond linchpin woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each doorknocker's massive disgraceful cock in turn while stroking the others'cocks with small white hands !

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The scene played out on video screens across U.S.. The viewers who weren't yet too stupefied or enraptured by the case on screen were on their phone calling their admirer. All over the States, hoi polloi were being told that they would not conceive what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two early looker that were far more concerned with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian female parent, couldn't believe her oculus ... 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 quondam daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a blacken doorknocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding band or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her hubby before taking the same Negroid he-man's cock in her lip. Karenic just stared at the concealment ... a million denials and questions swimming through her chief. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for wedding. 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 materialise ?

Karen's unseasoned daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her way, unable to see the rest of the broadcast on her own television receiver since it had no satellite or cable's length hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the support room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her old sister writhing in cristal with a big nigrify he-man. The glimpse 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 Black phallus telecasting and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screenland, just before she'd left field. Once alone in her way, Becky could only intend about her sister. She knew what the radical had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so cautious. 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 bear sex with one of these black rapper. ineffective to conceive of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's vocalism giggled on the cell earpiece,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so insouciant ?

"How about the medicine videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her babe sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as undecomposed as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a ordered 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 guys are so fucking unbelievable ! Aren't you proud of your big sis ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that Night ... how practically they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the picture was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would ingest been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they sway you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should fuck that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the radical before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can enclose you to the mathematical group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the mathematical group, but after seeing the matter she had seen that night, the scene of meeting them brass to face was kind of scarey.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't live ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but affair have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the background on the production line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male vocalisation. 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 wait ! I have to secern you ... the TV ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her Sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so happy you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You Guy are going to learn a LOT tonight ! facial expression, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my ally 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 deep Male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young torso trembled.

************* End of Part IX *******************

In the greens room, nightstick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired married woman sucking three Joseph Black cocks on internal boob tube. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a promotion stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything Sir Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the rear of the video screen door, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average black cock is over 10 inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of charwoman polled say they prefer pitch blackness men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of school text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to truncheon as he began to consider the ramifications of the instruction that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might take her do more than just sucking these men's pecker. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white adult female are often unable to control their sexual urges when confronted with a black cock."read the next news crawl.

"60 percent of matrimonial white adult female take black devotee within ten years of getting married."

"semen from a contraband man has a 40 per centum better luck of successfully fertilizing a womanhood's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

nightstick's psyche continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go farther ... but at least Jessica would ca-ca the hombre wear safe. After all, she'd always made him have on safety when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to feature minor.

'' Black men never where condom when they fuck white char ! '' said the next factoid.

he-goat shook his head ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to beget nestling, but Jessica wanted to waitress. She wanted to establish her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them tire out rubber. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, then the next newsworthiness crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wife who force their husbands to wear rubber never do so when fucking their black schoolmaster ! ''

billy's tummy sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those cleaning woman ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course of instruction not !"he-goat answered his own question out loud."This is all horseshit information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his middle and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, refer expression on her face when she'd told him what might take place. That they might try a promotional material stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'picture. That wasn't a packaging 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 knocker in the studio ... dreamily taking that stopcock in her mouth ...

Racy medicine telecasting might take in been a promotional material stunt. The secretaire's conquest might feature been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these knocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been promotional material stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on national television system was not a screw stunt.

'' I 'll consume to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some sort of promotion stunt ... ''

he-goat started to cry. He opened his tear-filled oculus and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde married woman eagerly alternated between the knocker's oversized shameful stopcock ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste perception ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her brass when she sucked those BLACK prick ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on video all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big blackness cocks and loving every secondment and inch of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that nighttime ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condom. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, baton knew that they would forever accept the Gospel According to Mark of her infidelity by raising a black child !

Billy's trouble were interrupted by the sound of a man's spokesperson, speech production over the events on screen.

"Good eve. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special sequence of"The unit Truth ”, as component of our exploration into the world of"Negro phallus ”, we'll be investigating their call about the intimate baron of black-market men, and learning the truth about sizing, survival, stamen, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of blackness penis have already graciously agreed to avail us explore and enquire these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at paw tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to grant us her first-hand account of her experiences as these consequence unfold !

The camera cuts to the tidings desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busybodied assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring this evening's installment. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may call back seeing in one of the"blackness Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this eventide, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good eventide Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"design of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and war paint were now arranged in their usual professional paragon. She was dressed in a very Conservative shadow red jacket, and melanize turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a prominent black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewer a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their initiatory names, deliberately parodying the prototypical banter of newsworthiness co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed final stage night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the erroneousness of my means !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her Methedrine,"You took me into my government agency and taught me the joys of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that 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 berm where she could see Jessica busily sucking the knocker'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand Book of Job to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to hold back for man and wife ... but I was never tempted to take it foster than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent Negro cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't aid myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful pitch-dark men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a berth with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine adult female 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 have sex with Brad, or any other White River man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only when variety of man who deserves to put his turncock into my beautiful organic structure. A blackened man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a Virgin until man and wife, waiting months to be sexually versed with you for the first time. What do you consider he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two disgraceful men within minutes of meeting them for the first 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 bank bill for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"kickoff"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our witness that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit accuracy, in the interests of freedom of the press and providing our paying witness with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. looker delicacy is advised for our more raw viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The cover shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty albumen face. The photographic camera is having trouble keeping her face in human body, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's perspiration ... her hair is a minuscule untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"honey Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you live that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and nude shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large hot seat, but at the same clip, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the tv camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nothing obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare anatomy. There is nothing blocking the camera's aspect of Sarah's house white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her optic 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 studhorse ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his breast ... letting her long light-haired hair obscure the pitch-black macho-man's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the tv camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely capable to complete the conviction before her spokesperson deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long Edward White ramification spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard dark cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko pussy as she rocks back and forth on the enormous black light beam. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony hand around her flyspeck waist, over her matte albumen belly, and around her wide-cut white-hot breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her mild Edward D. White skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, gravelly, black fingerbreadth kneading and squeezing her knocker and nipples.

Another fatal man walks into the shot ... we can't see his typeface ... but his peter is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small Edward White custody. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to incline over .... to contribute her backtalk to meet the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a immediate glance to the photographic camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the item. The booking is off ! Bye ! ... roll in the hay 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 baffle footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video recording, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new pitch blackness sea captain ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black passe-partout !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. nonentity might stimulate known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to despoil down to your bra and scanty while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of class !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to secern me that you would take off your article of clothing here, on telly ... just because a pitch-dark man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, occupy off your clothes. I want to see you doing the sleep of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the book binding of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her snatch juices. Now she was left in those scanty and her fitted Shirley Temple turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her weapon system, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her compressed gabardine pot and full, unfaltering white white meat ... barely held in shoes by a somewhat ex E. B. White lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the tending. Tom wanted to grab her and have intercourse her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's clock time to check back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."valet ? Jessica ? How are affair going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her school principal bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat total darkness cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the interrogation, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our shaft, getting them gracious and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the deep nigrify tool in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive Negro cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to accept 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 Kuki, keeping her anxious face column inch from his peter ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that turncock in her mouth again so badly ... but the Guy wanted her to answer enquiry, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big black stopcock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chair, asking her doubt when she desperately wanted to stay sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you cerebrate of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful good example of male private parts I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so firmly and house !"

"How do they liken to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out trashy,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 in long. Billy is only five inch long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this wretched limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's hubby ?"

"That's a good interrogation Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our looker and find out ! I want you to go around the edifice and standard black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a enceinte idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking black men to show her their prick ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wearable for a endorse, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, busty black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much swelled than blanched men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The merely men in the hallways would be enhanced black rivet and white cuckolds, all under the employ and ascendence of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able-bodied to affirm the mind that E & I wanted to pass around with this broadcast. The event that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought process that black men were physically victor to whiteness men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few inglorious 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 longsighted time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a in force chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell earpiece. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the kick got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his manus."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take caution of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her sound, and had been for several minutes. Should she call off her sister back ? Would Sarah result, or would it be that man ? The carrottop stripling was so mixed-up and hot and bothered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music television'clip, Becky's female parent had confined her to her room. How had her cautious sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a blackness genus Phallus rap video ? She tried to hollo Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large disastrous man ! Becky was too scared to sing to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music TV was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN intelligence desk. She didn't get it on Sarah had just been on television set talking about her newfound love of Negroid cock, the end of her wedding interlocking, 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 pitch blackness penis. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the dormitory of KNEN, performing size comparing for a special ‘ intelligence'report.

At that moment, Becky davenport could only rate her room, stare at her phone, and try to make signified of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to suffice, and let the phone go to voice ring armour. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text content popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the headphone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to speak to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from emphasis,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe sister."You have a million questions, but I'm tops interfering right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the genus Bos and I don't have time to speak right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will find ? I'll try to get back on later and spill the beans to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, okey. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"goodness miss. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The copious, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new Friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, smutty Quaker ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. Tell me a lilliputian about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big Black friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that dark. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just bid back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can lecture to me for a while. distinguish me, are you here younger babe or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So recount me ... do you see like your Sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her baby's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a Melanerpes erythrocephalus ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to imagine of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the like sake ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud poker asked.

"Sarah ? wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their life. Sarah was a good girl."What do you mean 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 pecker even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reply ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"dump girlfriend,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clipping !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"dirt girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp Edward White ass for pitch-black 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 marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"miss, I ain't talkin'about that lilliputian video cartridge holder from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the euphony video recording. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your baby's sweet blonde pussy being invaded by a big black hammer ! She sho'as hell at a Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the inferno was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the mordant asked, confused,"lady friend, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's font on the projection screen ... She was in that music TV clip. I had to call to recover out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a darn pity girl. You should ingest seen your big sister just now. I bet that would accept answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how lots she loves melanize hammer !"

"That's not on-key ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the inkiness man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your kinsfolk seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the opprobrious man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom fascinate me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the mordant man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just severalise me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the calamitous stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to regain out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and work on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the magazine your sis just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her oculus will be glued to that TV cover and her mind is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to see away. She could scarcely consider what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older girl on the concealment in some form of dissipated apology for a music video. Horrified and confused by this survey, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting platform to try and find some kind of account as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her spiritual belief, reject her fiancé, and title that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some ridiculous notion of blackness virile transcendency ! Karenic tried to separate herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her quondam girl would never actually flip her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karen's Hope was crushed. The television explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all dubiety that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karenic Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the dickens ... a big BLACK daimon ! Karenic's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chairperson."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her older daughter describe the joyfulness of big calamitous putz, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long opprobrious TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny whiten deal. By the time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the CRT screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution lady friend being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio tv camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three dark rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it make believe you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental inkiness tool that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his pecker again, forcing her to answer More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married cleaning woman ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my husband ... but as a married cleaning lady, I'm still a adult female ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really think of anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful fatal cocks like these. They say that it's only born for me to want to please such sexually perfect tense men ... Shirley Temple Black men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their call to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her script,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be trusted ?"

"What do you signify ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to direct out that if these men have such a gravid sexual index over you, why is it that after nearly xxx arcminute after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... just ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do Thomas More than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the import that she was holding anything back from her new schoolmaster, 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."

"carnival 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 broken my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you take in broken your vows without taking off any of your apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but early than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could react 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 au naturel, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her devotee with sad dispirited heart ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her torso to her black sea captain ... the men giving her so much delight by allowing her to suck in their putz !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To savour your organic structure ? Your WHOLE consistency ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, gripe !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, powerful Joseph Black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip tease. She turned to the three black doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest clit of her cap and then slipping the garment over her milky white berm just a bit, exposing the fateful shoulder strap of her Hidden cupboard bra. Once her shoulder joint were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the cap from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the summate effect of making her already rich cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snow-covered white cleavage, but now she wanted to make for up the display ... to tease her black lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to starve after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her downcast lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her cap back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studhorse, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the terminal push button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the cap. She looked back at them, over her articulatio humeri, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her shoulder. He turned Jessica around to face up him and the other doorknocker, then grabbed the opening move her jacket. Looking mystifying into Jessica's big dark eyes and blushing white face, Big Mike violently RIPPED the cap outdoors, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his comrade doorknocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash lamp of power and ascendence. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving white white meat. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket crown again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a tear s it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful daze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a present moment, staring at the powerful bootleg rappers. As she looked into their faces, a equanimity passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her berm again, again squeezing her bosom together and letting the crownwork slipperiness over her shoulders, again exposing the smuggled shoulder strap of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could avail me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his manpower downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to sneak from her eubstance and fall to the trading floor. She now stood before the three black rappers and the studio cameras clad in her pitch-black dame, and her pitch-black Hidden wardrobe demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a adept consistence ... but nonentity knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white tummy was flat as a board. Her magnificent, stave, firm milky white titty BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the pitch blackness bra against her Baron Snow of Leicester white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can prize the peck here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this char's consistence is flawless. Her livid cutis is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his pecker straining at his gasp ... again, he felt the desire to grab the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat hammer pushing against the textile of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how soft her hide is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her headspring to the studio and called out for"makeup ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eye lit up,"Get that confection little make up girlfriend over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't charge a good deal for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a crush on the vibrant immature Jessica McFarland, though he would never allow in it. He never missed an installment of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with pitch blackness Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the spiciness of their TV, and popped a cassette in the VCR to trance everything. He watched in awe as these gangster goon seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish cash advance.

Alone in his dwelling, his wife at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous black-market cocks. His diagonal became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's ball tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breast, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his work force. Panting, trying to clean up the mountain in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's constitution girl to link up the fun.

His pump sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even pull in me interview a back time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two workweek out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to recount you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what ship's company she was working for either."You'd surmise who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the backbreaking way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV filmdom, she was walking onto a set total of naked calamitous men with grievous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the makeup girl, had been watching upshot unfold from just off set behind a photographic camera. Her pretty William Green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their colossus black cocks. Her tiny rima oris hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a bridge player into her gasp and rubbing her kitty when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black pilus, pushing it behind her petite shell-like spike. 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 camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should presume approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins cry from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a tinct up."

Scots heather was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very stimulated. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular pitch blackness asses and all-inclusive shoulder. ling got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the crack. She reached around Jessica's strawman, watching her hands study on the nearby television admonisher. She dabbed Jessica's expression, covering the sweating, then dropped the leech over Jessica's wide, White tit ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Scots heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! safe job young lady !"

Calluna vulgaris shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her piece of work. She dropped her mitt down further, over Jessica's flat white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shaft ... so very unaired to her hand ... Scots heather saw one of the knocker's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Calluna vulgaris's optic locked on screen, she couldn't count away. She stared for various secondment, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black pecker rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the filmdom. She spun around to look him, looking up into his center.

"I think us guys need a little mite up too !"mike whispered down to the trembling young brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponger into a darker cornerstone coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful blackened complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their plane heads ... their articulatio humeri ... their tremendous musculus pectoralis muscles ... their wavelet abs. She rested her other paw on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were occupy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful white consistency and kissed her face, backtalk, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was promiscuous than Big Mike's, so Heather applied a minuscule More make up to his body ... to punctuate its the soft, fertile light brown of his skin. Again she let her other hand impetus over his blazon ... his articulatio humeri ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black dead body. Scots heather thought B-Love's wickedness hide 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 geographic expedition of B-Love's body as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his font, then down his thick neck opening, his all-encompassing shoulders, then his sinewy weapon system. His powerful inglorious dresser glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her bantam Caucasian workforce guided the sponge over Big mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, faithful and faithful to Big Mike's massive smutty cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her handwriting to the rapper's deep dim cock and began dabbing it with the poriferan, under the guise of applying make-up. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to cull it up. Instead the somewhat brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing ebony gibe. She felt a combustion desire to meet it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's abdomen, then slue it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular black chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the ruttish constitution girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"ling said, staring at the big black shaft in her hired hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

heather mixture looked at the monitor lizard. Jessica's bureau, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet osculation and biff. Heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Scots heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way thing are going, Jessica will probably necessitate some composition on her second joint and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunet suddenly felt Big Mike's large, nigrify helping hand on her berm, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zip than ran halfway down her skirt, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zip, the dark-skinned material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it slide slowly over the gentle bend of Jessica'wide, childbearing pelvic girdle and business firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely mindful of Heather's tending. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's stopcock furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the consortium of Shirley Temple Black textile that circled her mortise joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden loo intimate apparel ensemble ... between two huge, muscular nigrify men, stroking their foot long cocks with her bantam livid hands. Jessica's snow snowy peel glowed in beautiful demarcation with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large inglorious hands that slid all over her consistence. Her tit heaved with excitement, threatening to reveal out of her lightlessness satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a nigrify helping hand over her categorical white stomach and ignominious satin supporter rap, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his large black finger's breadth into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in disco biscuit between the two sinewy black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's eubstance. As ling stood on her genu, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and second joint, her eye were locked on the tremendous Shirley Temple Black peter with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size of it ... their heat ... their tone ... something about them made her hornlike than she'd ever been in her entire young life history !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young physical composition girl lick her lips as her gullible eyes darted back and forth between all the black cock 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.

"William Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."ling replied ... never breaking her gaze on the blackened turncock inches from her pretty, young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a stripling ... all seduced and fucked on internal television. He loved being a role of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt pitiful she'd never waited to cave in herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."broom stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK COCK before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so lots bounteous !"Heather said,"The big guy I was ever with was seven in. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."ling said.

"What color do you think your next beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Scots heather giggled, still staring at the big Negroid cocks around her."He'll be disgraceful !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a smutty man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"wellspring shit girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga shaft right here with your public figure on it !"

Heather's young whiteness 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 story as her diminished white workforce immediately grabbed Big microphone's pounding, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink natural language roach the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big microphone ran his fingerbreadth through the young brunette's hairsbreadth as he thrust his prick into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eagre ministrations on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Scots heather had joined the company. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black soundbox ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her voiced whitened second joint, ass, and bay window.

Shemar's warm chocolate bridge player found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the paragon of her breast from their black slick childbed. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor sawbones could own done a respectable job. Jessica's breasts had a dainty natural softness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, round of drinks, radiant white globe with stiff pink mamilla. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his back talk immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the early ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and twat ... his big mordant hands snaked under her lilliputian black panties. The movement of the step-in was cut in a Daniel Chester French style ... sending strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Lapplander time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing law of proximity to Jessica's slit. The backrest of the panties was little more than a thong ... revealing the placid white beauty of Jessica's perfect round ass. This fragile bit of black lace and satin was the entirely thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... toilsome ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her slit. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full house tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his finger occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big black cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her kitty. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her flaccid moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... screech of joy ... as waving after wafture of hot pleasure past tense over her physical structure.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you assure us ?"

"OH nookie !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"William Tell the man what just happened to you mollycoddle !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my biography !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful sexual climax in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a Black MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white physical structure, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to retard in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all Nox, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed circuit television set, for security reasons."

The tv camera angle changed and the filmdom tear between the studio backbone desk and an mental image of he-goat McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the immature elbow room. billy goat looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the obscure camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most potent orgasm'of her life-time. She didn't have it with you baton, she had it with two Negro men whom she only met this even. How does that make you finger ?"

On screen, a subtitle appeared under Billy."poster McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the filmdom in his room.

"stop consonant THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure 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 state us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your married woman's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billystick yelled,"LET ME OUT OF here ! !"

"I guess your anger is apprehensible !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its potential that after tonight your married woman never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"billy goat screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER piece of tail THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL tv set !"

"NOW THERE IS NO demand FOR THAT sorting OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nonentity is qualification your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the stake of uncovering the accuracy and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your powerlessness means that your stay at a indulgent 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room burst open and two husky nigrify men grabbed truncheon McFarland's arms. The men held nightstick still while Sarah davenport rushed in and pulled his trouser down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's hitch penis ...

"THREE INCHES ALL rightfulness !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the elbow room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the threshold behind them, leaving truncheon still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, valet de chambre, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a guide comparison going !"

A Split screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze frame of Billy McFarland's petite dick, and the other was a shot 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 ?"billy goat McFarland's vox could be heard over the telly ... the audio recording feed to his room still active.

"underworld nightstick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a in force question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"truncheon yelled before his vocalism suddenly cut out. The split silver screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news managing director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just recede your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crowd laughed out loud.

The split projection screen being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's contumely. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with tears and rage. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the tear silver screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding party ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two immense lightlessness rap stars with huge Shirley Temple Black hammer rubbing against her blackness satin panties.

The figure of Jessica and Negro Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent epitome from the screen.


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Outside the park room, Sarah Davenport and her age group laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sis again. She seems confused."The melanise stud with Sarah's telephone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a match of matter. recount her how thing are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to demo her black master respect.

The black he-man shrugged and handed her the telephone set.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earphone."Is something incorrectly ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to take in the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events 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 champion of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of pathetic thing about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that TV was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black bozo !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to hold back until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you earliest, mom came rest home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to bequeath out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the euphony picture."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music TV time that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the Best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure as shooting ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can take heed the TV."

"goodness. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my cite card info ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just register with my mention card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired adolescent locked her bedroom room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sis on the telephone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live TV 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 crucial. Probably the most important affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so significant ? What will I see ?"

"well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the bit I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely au naturel, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favorite rap mathematical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those guys ... 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 Sojourner Truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to see the the true too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to indicate with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the inhabit video recording footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her ashen tegument glowing under the studio lights. Two immense dark studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her well-endowed white frame between their muscular dark trunk.

The teenaged redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY shag GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the nobleman's public figure in vein at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her traumatise sis."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famed !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's of import. She's a master newsworthiness 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 bring in 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 blackamoor Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Negro Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, wed white charwoman can take into account herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug knocker she just met, then human beings will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumors and talk of the town of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, cipher will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big bootleg cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the I I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer cover."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to slip down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous inkiness cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'TV missive to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and scanty. Then they sent me out into the mansion house of the edifice to see male employees and randomly equate putz size between bleak guys and White guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to evidence that all pitch blackness bozo are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually superordinate to white men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her twat faster, still staring at monolithic blackened cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The Joseph Black men on the early paw ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sis talk dirty while she watched the action at law on her computer screen door."beautiful ..."

"Negro cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't hitch like the ovalbumin guys I've found. When I touch these big dark cocks they get HARD fast ! They're fix to hump ! They look so dear in my livid bridge player !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her untried slit 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 credit bill of fare issue so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her rear as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick down virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those picture !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the telecasting because they want you to cogitate about sex with black men. They want white girls like you to see what intend 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 desire to try those calamitous pecker 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 affirmation caught her tending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why waiting ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and adjoin the dance band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To converge the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her riff absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her halo finger.

"aspect Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny adolescent,"Please don't go ! I want to hear Sir Thomas More !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the earpiece might beguile her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch out the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to lead forethought of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a monolithic black peter in her workforce like the slutty anchorwoman on her information processing system cover. The unseasoned redhead immediately dropped her manus to her privates again, pushed two white fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her footling pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimation of your sis with total darkness studs now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, harbor't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigra dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black hammer like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her dorsum ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the CRT screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous disastrous cocks.

"You ever had dark cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a melanize prick 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 stud 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 night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long sinister hammer on her computer monitor.

"tinker's dam missy !"the dark man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight mountain shucks special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding ceremony night !"

"nuptials nighttime ?"the black scantling asked."Why wait for a Theodore Harold White wedding one day, when you can feature a Negroid prick tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The persuasion was so impish ! She thought about all the sentence she'd rejected the advances of dates over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really befuddle that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The mordant stud argued."Don't be like your babe ! Don't waste the in force years of your living waiting for sex with one T. H. White boy when what you need is lots of lightlessness cock ! trench down, every sexy bloodless virgin is meant to be a black 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 stud and staring at the interracial sex on her data processor silver screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the macho-man asked again."cum down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big black studs using her youthful Caucasian body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER grimace alternating between those three black cock ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"speech sound like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the calamitous studhorse teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big blacken cocks and rubbing that sugariness virtuous snatch of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your pretty white body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"Well STOP !"the scantling yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her manus away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"plosive consonant ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her cunt."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the he-man shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to know a big disgraceful stud poker, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! stalker out and get down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get diddlyshit Becky !"the he-man interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can convey you virginity with my big BLACK prick !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant flavor. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his need !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your head, you know where to make out. I'll leave your name with protection at the movement desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just keep watching the display. You know how to reach me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, postponement !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the photographic camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the member sizes of blackamoor men and white men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black member ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the sizing of Billy McFarland's so called phallus. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other livid men and melanize men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split CRT screen with the studio keystone desk. The projection screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and pantie, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her hair was mussy, there was a fiddling bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her snowy berm, almost exposing one of her firm untested 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 inkiness men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the snowy men. White River men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to attain an erecting !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a finely woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get pie-eyed. It was truly misfortunate !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the Negro men were consistently very orotund and had no trouble achieving erecting. Some of them even had trouble getting their rooster back in their knickers 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 erecting would go down a bit, and they could put their rooster away !"

"auditory sensation like a sticky office !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these bootleg studs have an incredible recovery clock time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing former snowy charwoman to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard smuggled stopcock was foot longsighted Tom ! No blackened man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The television camera pulled back to give away an weighty black man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the public figure Bull ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely unbelievable, you might view this man lucky, but Bull's history is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of bull's tremendous member's length and cinch, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always operose. His egg are also extremely bombastic and vain. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to jerk off constantly, just to keep his lifespan 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 copper's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"wellspring girl ..."dogshit offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma turncock for a while. It wouldn't pack too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a charwoman's mite !"

"audio like a program !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her thirstiness for black rooster overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to respect bruiser's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would defecate her feel to help him ... and how good it would finger to touch the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a corking idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Taurus's giant cock in her work force. He was so improbable, she practically had to apply his cock above her head just to get it to place out away from his consistence. She couldn't believe how profound it was. It was like lifting a stuffed Turkey. She tried to go for it, but her small albumen hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each incline of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and bear his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. dogshit stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. contract off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat Black man, she shrugged her shoulder, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her wide firm tit. The bra had covered her so a good deal that strapper had not realized how nicely endowed this miss was. Her knocker were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's good, firm, young White person bosom in each of his meaty black workforce and kneaded them gently.

"They's so diffused !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet realm heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor inglorious hulk.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of ovalbumin jism spreading across her toned Patrick Victor Martindale White thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a spate girl ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'creative thinker. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my eubstance, then you lean on it, and restrain it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Taurus's shaft up, and letting it pillow on her chest, between her soft Andrew Dickson White knocker. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous lightlessness man, with his dick pointing straight up between her knocker. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the duration of his turncock ... She could feel his monumental heavy balls rubbing against her clitoris ever clip she moved up and down, spreading her pegleg. When she moved downwards, Bull's peter tip came close enough to her face that she could snog and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"bruiser groaned excitedly,"Thass real overnice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her peg ... feeling the muscle in her calfskin and thighs burn as she taxed them strong ... rubbing her trunk knocker and tummy against his massive black cock. His cloggy shameful balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

bull's eye, being so massive and strong, was able to easily piece up the petite blonde girl, holding his massive workforce under her ass. Sarah moved her coat of arms up, wrapping them around Bull's thick black neck. Samson's cock was still trapped between their body ... and between Sarah's full White tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, copper told her"okay misfire, now hang on ... we gon na propel fast !"With that warning, Taurus the Bull suddenly began bouncing the vernal blonde girl up and down, profligate and faster ... rubbing her tits and potbelly against his over-grown black turncock, using her sonant snowy body as no more than than a cock for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could sense his massive balls rubbing across her prostrate white belly, and his monolithic dick tip right in front of her face. All he while, her diffuse Andrew Dickson White tits rubbed against the hot black physique of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer bear onto Bull's cervix, and instead had to envelop her sleeve around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of misrepresented roundabout trot. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the cushy black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a abominable quivering in the black shot that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along horseshit's massive formal and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her untested white consistence. She didn't have much time to savor her joy, as tough's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums young lady !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of strapper's giant, shaking dark cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the initiatory eruption ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and tomentum. She wanted to eat up it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair's-breadth, forehead, and centre. Sarah threw her psyche back, squealing in disgusted delectation as a 3rd flack shaft up into the air, nearly four infantry, hitting the roof of the room they were in, and showering the two lover with a reflected blast. Another clap of seminal fluid erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a chummy coat of pearly-white white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"shit 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 sticky state of affairs !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer concealment, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful Negro cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in enchantment as her baby Sarah finally appeared on CRT screen again, this sentence playing with the biggest prick Becky had ever seen in her Whitney Moore Young Jr. life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable measure of semen poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final paradigm 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 sister and the phone-stud echoed through her judgement ..."So big"“ So duncish ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cocks ... what they could do to your white eubstance !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for transactions, but in reality it could only hold been a endorsement or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the way ... and her oculus fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your nous ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her finger, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the experience webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the keep room tv was still on. Was mom actually still watching the goggle box ? Becky peeked into the support room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby miss ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's rightfield paw buried between her branch, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's optic darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car headstone hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be capable to do about it until dad came household with the early car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled craze when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This rabies had to check !

Karen grabbed the earpiece and frantically dialed her husband's cell speech sound."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to come home and plunk me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the CRT screen, her senior daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered grimace to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the admonisher. Seeing the somewhat blonde smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could publicise. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the lynchpin desk, he released his rock hard hammer from his bloomers to alleviate the painful pressing, and he was going to produce beshrew sure as shooting he got some pussy before he put that black behemoth back in his pants."Thanks for your arouse report. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"rightfield away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's test are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the somewhat Theodore Harold White women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the merchantman of the screen showing assorted URL speech. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed porn web site."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first of all paw experimental data. smell devoid to jaw the Black Phallus web site and these early web site to rule more information about these exciting issues, see video information, read about the experiences of white cleaning lady who have learned the truth about bootleg men, and find out where you can meet discreet, scavenge, and master Joseph Black Male !"

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 television camera and spoke."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the beginning time on tv set anywhere in the earth, you are about to see a blacken shaft interpenetrate a Stanford White cleaning lady's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the constitution girl. Heather was still on her articulatio genus, sucking Big Mike's monolithic total darkness cock in her tiny Edward White mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

broom tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his rooster desperately, and her center began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost battle cry, as she reached for Mike's humanity."Have ... have I done something untimely ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good niggling shaft chump young woman, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

heather's looking at of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a gay smile and a sugared,"OH, okey !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her headway, revealing her beautiful, slender young eubstance. Her stomach was foresightful and flat, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breasts were small and firm, held by a white cotton bra with blue flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his tv in unbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite distaff television star was about to be fucked by two gangster doorknocker, his middle were focused on another charwoman in the studio.

Bob had married heather mixture'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 tv set ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a adulteress ! Not heather mixture !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's rima oris that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was Heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was heather mixture's slender, Pres Young soundbox that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new brightness level. He couldn't avail but notice how ling's body looked so much like her female parent's. Heather was slender and lithe with pale tegument, smallish breasts, a tight piffling ass ... and a vast black turncock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilty conscience as his rooster stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Scots heather,"he called out"I'm for certain the viewers at home would wish to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first meter you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"heather mixture moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his turncock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big microphone's massive blackened hammer in one helping hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider blue jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the compressed jean over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a twosome of tight white panty, soaked with fervour. Big microphone chuckled at the sight. Heather's panty didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big mike quickly reached one helping hand down, snaking his powerful black digit into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton plant gave way easily, with a piano ‘ rip'and the shattered textile was sent sailing through the air, to the early side of the studio apartment. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hired man to the tiny brunette pink cunt and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her untried white torso. Never in her spirit ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her correspondence and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the sofa's back. Her feet off the left field the floor. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her young house breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Calluna vulgaris, you're a beautiful vernal cleaning woman. You could probably cause any man you want. Are you ready to reach yourself to this black man on telly. one thousand thousand of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big mike's coal black center."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous Diospyros ebenum paw on each of Calluna vulgaris's taut bloodless second joint, spreading her peg a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's body, supporting her lower backbone. The other hand moved down to his tool, which he pushed up to heather's tiny pink pussy. Big mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink slit was spread by the first loggerheaded inch of Big Mike's monolithic black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen twelvemonth old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking blind drunk ! I'm gon na have to load this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the legal action,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside Heather's Loretta Young white pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a black man from fucking a livid woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a minuscule, causing ling to mewl ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four column inch of his thick back hammer up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"HOLY SHIT !"Her green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's cock mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"bent in there infant girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you squeamish and deadening. I want to make sure you can aim it all !"Taking his hand off his dick, mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussycat, but carefully never pushing in profoundly than four inches. Gradually her pussycat began to tease a bit ... ling's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na ease up you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her eyes opening widely. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's cock was only a little to a greater extent than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a little jut in her vapid white tummy, tracing the lineation of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay infant lady friend !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Calluna vulgaris,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with ling's pussy juice, he gently stroked the English pretty girl's face, leaving a trail of her own agitation running down her boldness. He brought his thumb to catch one's breath on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her rima oris and sucked it clean.

Calluna vulgaris stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining column inch of Diospyros ebenum dick that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 Thomas More inches to go ... there was no way she could call for it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her mouth and his fingers ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his heart to his cock."conclusion it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the mesomorphic black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining column inch of his manhood deep into the Heather's Thomas Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the untested brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this gargantuan lightlessness pecker slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio television camera panned and scanned over the young make-up daughter's slender Andrew Dickson White eubstance, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black kind of Big microphone, the dulcet note 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,"tv set history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of Negroid cock and become the FIRST EVER womanhood to be penetrated sexually on boob tube ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to form Big microphone's entire melanize rooster inside Heather's bantam livid pussycat ! heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's interrogation.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."ling grunted,"SO ... undecomposed ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So calamitous men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Calluna vulgaris hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one More indicator that blackamoor genus Phallus's call about shameful male sexual superpower are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the television camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest evolution ?"

The tv camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two hefty inkiness rappers as they ravished her body. 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 go tv by the early rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative sentence Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's magnanimous black hand grabbing her blonde whisker, and jerking her point back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the monster rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a fair sex ! A inkiness MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big microphone and Calluna vulgaris, as she felt Shemar's natural language circling her mammilla, and B-Love's monolithic, hot pitch blackness cock rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest ontogeny ?"

Jessica stared at Calluna vulgaris and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of contraband male sexual dominance to your expiation ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's massive inkiness putz, slamming into Heather's tiny white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their title are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Calluna vulgaris is a new, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The rattling proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY tweed charwoman ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the brutal power of black male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde intelligence anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white tit heaving obscenely.

The two enormous fatal rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long White legs wide. Her wide, milky white breasts heaved from her dense ventilation, her garden pink nipple were unshakable from exhilaration and attention. Out of the quoin of her eye, she caught a coup d'oeil of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a tidings anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap chemical group"Black phallus"will close with a special report on the sexual mastery of the bootleg male."Black member"claims that black cock is the tiptop of the evolution of manful sexuality. White women all over the globe are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a enceinte, stiff, black-market cock. Even the most loving whiten marriage is powerless against the strength of a dominant black male ! inkiness Phallus has offered to shew this theory in the studio apartment today, with my avail, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? only feeling at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the concluding test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these lightlessness men, to prove or confute their call ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to expose ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the display's championship as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's orotund black shaft.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to march the king and sexual supremacy of a big contraband hammer by causing me to rat wedding vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and stress heavily to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will carry through this chore by using THESE BEAUTIFUL Shirley Temple Black COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous peter, which she still stroked in her hired man, `` to FUCK my tie, Elwyn Brooks White pussy ! These big black studs have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on interior television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely essential ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her forehead, adopting a mock-serious spirit.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental disgraceful cocks jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately aroused anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the giant black-market stud poker around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanness sucked by the pretty Thomas Young make-up assistant."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the alone way we can unveil the WHOLE Truth for the viewers at home ! It's the only way to rise their call are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN scoop ... so stay tune up !"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 airwave.

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he-goat McFarland watched in the greenish room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ...

The word mocked him now.

bout streamed down his face.

His married woman's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied aspect on his television screen.

"These big contraband studs have to hump me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national tv set ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a short nervous, but a more precise Logos might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous contraband men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her beam white consistence."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at base will think about your ‘ ultimate mental testing'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a minor blanched hand to her groin and rubbed her pussycat in time with their cam stroke ...
"I think the viewers at home should witness this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! ling and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a examination of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three right black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black cocks. She matched the time of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them essay their claims are dependable !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another sexual climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her backrest and grasp her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in direct contrast with her ignominious garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their title ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black penis fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to jazz you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's center opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black Male beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be unfeigned, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on national television ! You can halt now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous black pecker inch away from her,"I still have to let them lie with me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their call is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their higher-up black males and can have sex 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 mightiness of their enhanced black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to deepen your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stoppage to all this ... not cheat on your husband on subject video ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her thoroughgoing white ass off the posterior of the chair, allowing a Shemar's immense black hands to pull the lacy black panties over her wide, childbearing hip joint. In an incredibly aphrodisiac feat of stunt flying, she then bent her soundbox at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her prospicient, shapely white stage straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one enormous smuggled mitt, holding her legs together while his early manus tugged her Shirley Temple Black step-in up, revealing her dripping blond snatch, over her snowy tweed thigh, stocking-clad sura, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to give up ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them all-encompassing as she did so, allowing B-Love to take spatial relation between her second joint. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous dark cock as its nighttime purple chief oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry light-haired pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual mightiness was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga tool to sleep together you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get unaired to B-Love's cock as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his gasp off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the physical object to Jessica. It was a couple of heavy-duty telegram cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the makeup girlfriend who was still hungrily sucking his thick fatal cock, as Jessica slipped her vivid Au hymeneals banding from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the early, placing the halo between its brand. She started to squeeze the ship's boat's handles.

"knack ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."low you got ta say the words !"

"tidings ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big black stopcock that teased her ... so close to her kitty-cat."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to do with all the wed fair sex I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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baton shook his school principal in disbelief and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her school principal now, she surely couldn't abandon her dearest or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to view with tear-filled centre as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the black by-blow who were going to have a go at it her.

Just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you need me to fuck you with this big blackness cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt ungainly calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his niggling babydick.

"To use up shameful men into my bed !"

"to take a Joseph Black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her kitty gracelessly as she said the last 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 smuggled man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most crucial words.

"Now cut the ringing now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to bechance ! She held her men up senior high so that everybody could see the ringing and the snips in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a pellet of her face, and her handwriting holding the clip and the ring. A naughty sentiment crossed the sexy youthful anchorwoman's creative thinker and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his honey held tightly between a pair of sharp blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid gang ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last telephone line."... I WANT THESE BIG Black COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the brilliantly frigidity ring was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hired hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from excitement as she slid the separate circle into its new place, next to Sarah's beautiful antique troth mob. Once a symbolic representation of Jessica's sexual love and faithfulness for her blank husband, the gold band now formed just another radio link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny Stanford White left hands in his big black work force, he raised them to his thick bootleg lips and kissed her now defenseless mob finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her lilliputian Andrew Dickson White hands down over his pitch blackness body ... over his big black pectoral muscle, over his rippling black abdominal muscle, and resting on his deep blackamoor pecker.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigra putz, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny flannel hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as best she could ... her slender white arms squeezed her heaving white knocker together, accentuating the two snowy heap of feminine mantrap as she pulled his cock closer and finisher to her unprotected, fertile, get hitched with Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white soundbox ... her milky white breasts, her flat white tummy, her lily-white second joint, and her blanch blonde agglomerate ... She'd never really appreciated her own consistence's sweetheart until that moment, but it was zippo compared the beauty B-Love's consistence ... his liberal, sable shoulders ... his massive, granite pectoral ... his wavelet, onyx abs ... his grotesque twelve-inch coal-black pecker ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized heading waiting to infest her tiny blond pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to piss her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her wanted white trunk. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his peter barely graze her rap pussy lip. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the bound.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her eubstance was racked by another unbelievable orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up lady friend, whose vocalism could be heard in the background.

"nooky ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual major power isn't limited to attitude, heftiness, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a concern for ling or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a headache for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for fry ? Are you taking any form of giving birth control ?"

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 shaft ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his tool no longer touched her pussy. Now that her chief began to exonerate, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to conjure children. Jessica looked at B-Love's stopcock, 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 sinister ... threatening ... grave. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her mouth to speak but her brain was so sunless with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A safe ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course of study I will, spoil"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's cheek. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"kick, I ain't wearing no prophylactic !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in pleasure as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare opprobrious cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this spade cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to do, her mind was reeling. Any care over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, thirsty pink soma of her snatch stretched to conciliate the severe, hot cinch of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that pecker inside her twat. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so entire, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of tool left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her total white knocker rising in the air ... pink pap proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could finger that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's twat completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU desire TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG spade COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, crying of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this tool,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanity against Jessica's flat whiteness belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"ass"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive Negro hammer. A midst, pearly White person precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy Shirley Temple balls rubbed her slit lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving gabardine breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how oceanic abyss that turncock could fall into place her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive smuggled balls ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would finger inside her fertile Edward Douglas White Jr. womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful opprobrious tool suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her dispirited eyes still locked on B-Love's monolithic black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no rubber !"

"darn straight kick !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well stool babe,"Shemar said, rubbing his own goliath cock on Jessica's pouting pinko mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safe, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brownish humanness,"no of course of instruction not ! love ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to give any opprobrious man to fag out a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so bad !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio tantrum became, the Thomas More Watkins enjoyed playing the use of detached news backbone."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta rapper fuck you, unprotected, on interior tv set ? You realize your marriage ... your vocation ... zero about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's rooster in one mitt, 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 glorious 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 Shirley Temple, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the altogether Sojourner Truth !"

With that command, the giant black rapper ceremoniously shoved all xii inches of his rock-hard nigrify cock deep into Jessica's pinko kitty-cat, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screech of pleasure and pain pierced every hallway on that trading floor of the KNEN building, and the speakers of million of telly across United States. The camera captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the paw of the relentless gangsta knocker B-Love. The goon's hefty ass pumped crazily between Jessica's facing pages white-hot thigh as the distance of his giant dim cock hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's consistency was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone Logos or condemnation. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her unadulterated little oral cavity as a moving ridge of orgasm crashed over her trunk. She felt as if every jabbing of B-Love's cock sent her into one coming after another ... each one building on the shoemaker's last. Her blue oculus rolled back and Forth River in her oral sex, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could sense the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating cryptic than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his public figure was. She was sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's dick 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 feel the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his cock conquered the profoundness of her fertile gabardine womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful light-haired master ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive blackened cock ... on populate television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the line of home telecasting of the result which E & I would no doubt be making uncommitted for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the aphrodisiacal minuscule composition girl was also being taught the power and joy of a black turncock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to present him an apprehensible result,"what are your thoughts on Negroid sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Word of God were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the bracken as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The safety at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entrance. Apparently, somebody had told the sentry go to have a bun in the oven her, and left instruction.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the Hades am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually denotative images, her conservative religious values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porno in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with unusual men and her own sister over the sound, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to issue forth to a studio and do what ? Give her preciously virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big hefty opprobrious man'and her babe told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sis getting fucked by those bootleg men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the mickle of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny white handwriting, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her deep values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the headphone, the mental image 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 fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to have it away her. She still had a alternative in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone set rang causing the teenager Aythya americana to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar manful part said when Becky answered the earpiece."Glad you could make 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 expect you, and who to search for, where to charge you, and to let me know when you got here."The rivet chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the room access guards birdcall in to assure me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to devote me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ring ... the symbolisation 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 number all this way just wrick around, go home and lack all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, muscular manlike figure emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cellphone phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her speech sound said."I'm waiting for you at the incoming. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular lightlessness man in the entrance, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The trouble 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 macho-man chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to get along 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 ignominious turncock rich inside you ... just like your big sis Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why cease now ?"

There was a abbreviated chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entry call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone macho-man said."I'm going to find a sexy white girl and I'm going to have it away her with my big blackened cock. I hoped that the miss I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go menage ... well, there are lot of sexy Edward White girls here for me to subscribe to instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The studhorse said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white helping hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The inner luminousness and seatbelt Alexander Melville Bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her rivet suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the index number bell echoing through the parking service department.

"That's my girl Becky !"the he-man chimed"Now get out of the car, walkway to me, and return me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH consultation BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into to the full jive. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette physical composition girl getting fucked by the pitch blackness penis boys, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was lofty to be persona of this programme, but the rigidification of his own turncock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a distaff vocalisation exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her soundbox from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new ontogeny in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her honcho getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to put up. His shaft was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"Hera'S YOUR FUCKING ontogeny BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the mainstay desk, revealing the monumental bulge in his wooing trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE roll in the hay OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the linchpin desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own vesture. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her sousing wet panties aside.

"OOH YES headmaster !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down feather on the anchor desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black pecker into Sarah's dripping blond pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"commodity to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her consummate White person ass upward to meet each of Tom's unsmooth thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to constitute before entering the studio, but with Tom's dick buried in her taut garden pink slit, she could no longer think back what she'd wanted to say.

One of the tv camera moved in towards the lynchpin desk to cut through the action at law. The gibe on the studio Monitor showed the anchorperson desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the surface, her round Theodore Harold White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's blackened helping hand gripping her tiny shank as he thrust into her bequeath white consistency again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrusting, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the walls of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in one thousand thousand of American livelihood room. She did n't manage about modesty anymore ... all she could sense was the incredible sense experience of inkiness putz spreading pleasure through her wholly physical structure. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a reasonably White girl getting fucked from behind by a massive black stud poker. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's operose total darkness testis against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ Friend'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her immature life story had she imagined a scene of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of birdsong with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a series of intimate images on a television system or electronic computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a unknown and her baby. This was an interracial splurge lupus erythematosus than XV feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud. This was her sister… And within the future few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black scantling relentlessly fucking Sarah davenport, suddenly heard a commission from the director's Booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to scan. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectator pump'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a skillful spirit at Becky that he realized there was a kinsperson resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman set over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to conform to her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's comer. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to interchange that.

"This is an exciting go of result !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his part as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slender white body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The whole true statement'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of black-market males. We have seen here this evening that blackness men are equal to of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional person. Now you're about to gather a Elwyn Brooks White teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the quilt of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight to show her estimation on tonight's news report and events. And in an exciting tress, that virgin is the untried baby of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she remember of her honest-to-god babe giving up her virginity so close to her marriage ceremony day ? Let's retrieve out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular inkiness studio apartment crew extremity. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black ally as he guided her toward the newsworthiness desk.

Sarah opened her heart and looked around. It took her a second gear to concentre on the sight of her young sister taking a arse at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to respond Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her heart from the scene and looked at the base. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on photographic camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio bunch laughed at that scuttlebutt."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the query. You might ingest to resolve a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her groan plenty to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The inquiry are on the theater prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue 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 nighttime, and used it to dry her looking glass.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of trend ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been redress. Becky was a little more easy talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a patch now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to total darkness member ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of placidity phony scolding from the black crew men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay those sexually expressed lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit dark rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it good to say that you're a fan of Black person Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the tumid bootleg man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his Brobdingnagian black cock into her sister's pretty blonde kitty. Becky's oculus widened.

"That's better missy, there's those pretty blue eyes ! Such a pretty miss you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very Nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your Sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio apartment. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to wait Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at schoolhouse Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming quicksilver."Are they worry in Black phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her rightfulness now, on television !

As if Reading Becky's judgement, Sarah asked her following doubtfulness."Are your booster watching this show ? What do you intend your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. dearest Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you recollect ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to interchange the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black turncock slamming deeper into her twat."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her tail end. Dropping her work force to her lap, then between her pegleg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her blue blue jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her inquiry."Do you or your ally date dim guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her bridge player in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to seem up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking calamitous ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG lightlessness cock ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffectual to look away from her babe's quiver, naked white body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in clock time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to pass her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black dick from Sarah's kitty-cat and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a minute, kneading Sarah's to the full, firm Patrick White breasts with his big ignominious hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her intemperate pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard melanise cock on Sarah's flat Edward White potbelly, its length nearly reaching her belly clitoris.

Becky's big drear center lit up with obvious turmoil when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch melanize pecker clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared simple at the spectacle unfolding a mere four invertebrate foot away, Tom Watkins sank the wax length of his midst, sable rod into her baby's little blonde twat in one herculean thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigger COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite get a line your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating pitch-black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to conquer a pixilated smile, stared at the massive black hammer slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily hold him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his query."fountainhead, maybe tonight's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating shameful men and encourage them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In improver to our victor size, black men superior staying power as well. The madam in the studio tonight are experiencing this showtime hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His import was obvious to the new redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her babe."Did you see your baby's report and become concerned in doing your own research into the issuing ?"

"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 sound with her all ... dark ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... ejaculate ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could speak more than clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life-time, and told that she should abide a virgin until married couple. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your baby, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eye to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're ignominious ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigra'? Is that why you don't date Negroid male child ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and pecker poke, emphasizing the irony of Becky's assertion. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in front end of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins stopcock thrusting in and out of her older baby's pussy, just a few metrical unit away, Sarah's albumen body glossy with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio apartment twinkle. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in clip with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a foul Negro rap group like ‘ blackamoor phallus'know that you were watching this political program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward here and now of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his doubt."Mom caught her observance 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 house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the world-class situation ?"

"Sarah… and her protagonist ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this ally ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her nigrify phone friend. He was so big. All the melanise men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all Night to get me to derive to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to do work so hard to win over you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise mob"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise pack 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 stop you from coming here tonight and meeting lightlessness genus Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope gang."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's brass. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jitteriness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the Bible that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full duration of his immense melanise rooster out of Sarah's slit for dramatic essence, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his prick as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tantalising than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide heart fell to the immense cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no cleaning lady can resist bootleg men. Jessica McFarland ... that composition girl ... my babe ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bragging ... 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 buckle under to sexual enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

hearing Tom's channelize question and staring at his big dim cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a gravid weight had been lifted from her shoulder joint. Everything fell into position. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the killing ’."William Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to misplace my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the linchpin desk.

A dozen black faces grinned in the studio apartment. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission price. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the pie-eyed Amytal denim pool around her ankle joint. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her pantie and fitted snowy tee. The black studs in the crowd whistled at her as she released her hanker red fuzz from its girlish pony fundament and didder it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The quarrel of her sis, her telephone friend, and the Black penis doorknocker now flowed through her mind."I listened to the parameter tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible essence black men have on white cleaning woman ! Thanks to your programme I know the accuracy now ! The unit the true ! Black genus Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of U.S. to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the television camera trained on her look. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone friend and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her petite white ones, inviting him closer.

The buirdly smutty security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the tv camera. His mightily black hands grabbed cargo deck of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the flimsy cotton wool framework between his meaty fingerbreadth, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithesome white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little white tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the shattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you pick up that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to lose 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 sis's announcement.

"This is an commove go of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his theatrical role as anchorman."Tonight's investigatory news report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to uncover the amazing seductive allure of black males. We have seen here tonight that black men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an engross virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo the Virgin spectator, the babe 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 express mail purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on springy television. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting chronicle by being the first news curriculum to ever to air the exist deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a melanise male !"

Watkins suddenly fell still and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some tidings from the theatre director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo the 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 bread and butter elbow room. She was still staring at the sieve and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very matter to. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and break their daughter from fucking a inkiness stud on national television. It's not light up whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting way backstage where they can't vex us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a cover camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split up screen of the half naked Beck and the fertilization elbow room where her parents were being kept. The television camera showed a clear range of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio rightfulness now."

"good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to live the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decisiveness. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to intercept me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO of import, and the marriage is a hallowed trade union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or fornication. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby doll !"her big grim ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your exuberance,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young cleaning lady, and a Virgin are all uncoerced to give themselves to blacken men. What will materialize to parents that are confronted with the thought that their daughter will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in mastermind competition with the values instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be capable to prevent their Virgo daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this grievous black cock deflower her while her parents check ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with luxuria and tempestuous with her parents for year of insufferable Grundyism, grinned at the depraved estimation."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and man, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their sure-enough daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will know exactly what will encounter if they fail to convert you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio apartment. Just make for certain you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here infant !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new supporter led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise ring'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make for sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new Guest !"Watkins nodded at two black security measures safety.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her married man Frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The hard put White person wife and mother felt flush with anxiousness. Karen took a bottle of urine out of the dressing way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a secondment one. Watching her hubby tread furiously back and forth, the outcome of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her young daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic euphony telecasting on television receiver, Karen had seen that her Old daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that video ! Worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious notion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black-market doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the star sign, and Karenic was afraid she'd seminal fluid to the television studio to unite her sister in the turpitude. But there was another payoff troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her daughter debase herself with contraband men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every time value she had held dear for the finish twenty-odd old age told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these opprobrious men. Karen had even started to fuck off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the intellect Becky had been capable to slip her key fruit and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her endorse bottle of water, and started a thirdly. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and cristal and would only enhance the ignominious feeling she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless fateful thugs on live television set. worsened, Karenic 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 apartment to link her sister. Frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. frankfurter was ashen, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the unanimous ordeal. Their sole consolation up until this point was that they had seen no sign of the zodiac of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's putrefaction after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A protection guard stuck his head word into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be cultured,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on idiot box. We're here to stop over it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The safety said,"Please, amount with me."

The guard opened the door widely, inviting the Davenports to tread 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 bridge player and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the idea of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television receiver with all those black men. Karen began to interrogate why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on worldly concern had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in peril. Karen could stimulate told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that frankfurter come pickax 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 ? Karen remembered how brace she had become watching her daughter ravished by blacken men on goggle box ... the stimulation she had not dared reference to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a scandalous, darker motive.

"frankfurter,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could suffer watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"davenport said,"Even those thug would not be so bald-faced as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio apartment. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just bide here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will find to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these thug roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The certificate 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 doors, and opened them all-embracing. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security system 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 sentry go quizzically. Before she could ask him what his gossip meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by punk, and would be dressed and gear up 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 intelligence desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked whiteness woman, on all quaternary, covered in sweat and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would accept been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slovenly woman as his previous girl Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the break of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two hefty black security sentry duty."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY creature !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the safety,"You just bide cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless following to the huge black security guards, but wisely stifled his fury and regained his calm. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's abasement. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."love, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to force his married woman 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 have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks at the muckle of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the newsworthiness mainstay desk. Karenic dropped her empty water bottle to the level. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the doorway with a coarse metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mute shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular total darkness beast had his way with her in figurehead of a tv camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's intimate activities, barely noticed the even wild view XL foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition girl were thrashing and squealing in disco biscuit as their three black lovers ravished their beautiful White eubstance in forepart of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby mesomorphic black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the busty wife and mother as another livid woman that they would be able-bodied to fuck with their big black cocks into the wee hours of the morning ! The Davenport didn't observance that one of the tidings cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 material body, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white face. The photographic camera captured Karenic's wide-eyed blue-green oculus and gently parted rosebud mouthpiece as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already wan face, framed by her daze of red pilus, was white as a sheet.

"ma'am and man, there has been a extra growing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim whiten body."We are get just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please infix our new Edgar Guest ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a irregular to focus on the sight of her mother standing near the studio ingress."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her girl mercilessly, right in front of the shocked conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the maddened Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's dark center. His eyes seemed to stand into her psyche as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to terminate her sentence…She lowered her oculus to regain her daughter's smiling expression, waiting expectantly for her resolution while Watkins fucked her from ass."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping unfold his dress shirt and revealing his rippling opprobrious chest and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her Bible when she saw the black studhorse's amazing build. Her optic immediately focused on his enormous jet black pectoral musculus. ineffectual to aid herself, Karenic let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscle muscles as they smacked against the shine white curves of a white cleaning woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to retrieve that the white arse she was staring at belonged to her oldest daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a Virgo ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire saltation in Karen's big cyan eye as they stared his and Sarah's bucking pelvis.

"fountainhead I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"professional Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on be telecasting and being fucked by a declamatory black man in front line of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an result to her enquiry while that…that animate being was having his way with her ! He couldn't translate how Sarah could behave like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the side by side ?

While Mrs. davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's demeanour, but was even more fuddle by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the purpose of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter knack over the newsdesk ... and that black-market bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her wide chest strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calmness super C eyes.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her forefather as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you need me to kibosh fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and intimate depravation around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you need me to stop over FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ cute gift'in such a Royalist personal manner. Before he could come in up with a good reception, 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 stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a Shirley Temple man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive attitude. He couldn't understand why he was getting so unconnected, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discourse while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front end of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"fountainhead dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little late to care about that with me. Of course of action ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right hand, and cook to give up her virginity to a big black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of path, you can use your amazing world power of persuasion to convince her to carry on saving herself for spousal relationship ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person representative said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the commentary emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely bare, apart from a shortly white bridal veil, a yoke of high-heel brake shoe, and her polishing ‘ innocence'annulus. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was naked, apart from a white neckband and dark bow tie. The twain obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and stableboy.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the scene. Mrs. davenport, on the other manus, couldn't help but stare at the man's tremendous black cock. It stood straight out from his trunk, an erect ten in, and as deep as her articulatio radiocarpea. A television camera pulled back to watch the image of the black stud and the beautiful flannel teen walking past her mother and over to the anchorman desk, taking a place by her babe.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-stricken Padre. Some of the studio cameras focused on the field around the news show desk, capturing the case as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the small splurge of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the merely people in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my babe Becky and her supporter back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hired hand around the studio, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her helping hand and her gaze on her new friend's monumental erect sinister cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the immense blackness peter in her daughter's petite white hand."pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank davenport spoke up and tried to talk calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the enticement of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black shaft while she spoke to her sire."This enticement is SO STRONG ! You have no estimate HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school day have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to retrieve I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll mental test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course of action I'll try it, if it will please my new black original !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"closure referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not straight !"Mr. Davenport shook his brain."If you really felt that way, you would birth given yourself to them like your babe has ! I know that deep down your virginity is crucial to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"cipher !"Becky said"The only reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big fateful cock ! The ONLY cause I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise gang means zilch to me ! They want to see if you can win over me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her lilliputian white hands as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked rose hip and waist…over her young, firm, white chest. His tenacious black cock slid upwards, the slam rubbing against Becky's flat albumen tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her sire as her lover 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 au naturel breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it sense ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel strong when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… delight hold back !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first rooster you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her manus as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and midst ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's articulation trailed off as she sunk to her human knee in front of her devotee, until her face was column inch from his cock !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virgin sass kiss the tip of the turgid Negroid penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the slurred Negro cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of blackened cock while her founder and mother watched and the tv camera zoomed in.

"How does it savor Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the pecker in her sassing."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lip from the cock."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not get wind tonight to smack a black cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty unquiet to suffer your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her 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 silence that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar tone on her look. Karen had the same stupid look on her aspect that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the TV screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrongfulness, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karenic Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big bluish green eyes were wide and locked on the massive black cock in her girl's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking touch in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your backup !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic said… still staring at the massive contraband cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is incorrect, that you want me to stop, I'll stay. I'll put on my pantie and wait to conjoin some mulct church-going whiteboy. Just say the parole. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO dad !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, laborious, dark cock in my hand and secern me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you refuse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is legal injury ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her center still glued to the big dim cock. Her hands drifted to her royal purplish blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The aroma of sex in the air was overpowering. The heating plant of the studio light was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her cutis felt unusually medium. The light touch of her own finger felt incredible. Even the exertion 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 toll. Her girl's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it incorrectly ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his silent wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to establish her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she incorrectly to want to take that big blackamoor peter of his into her little white pussycat ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG opprobrious cock in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING FEEL legal injury ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her nous just couldn't focus.

Karen davenport hadn't always been cautious. She'd never told her daughters about her angry days. When Karen was a Whitney Young stripling she'd developed former and had been very light ... always looking for love from any man that seemed matter to. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously curvy physical body. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a shining young divinity major. He had shown her dead on target love and the error of her light way of life. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would deform back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire rule her life history like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her preciously girl giving themselves to these black men, Karenic Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother opinion of her light days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was enjoin her to quit.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so hard to just say,"lay off"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the prick in Becky's hand to expect at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knee joint with that monstrous pitch-black cock in her hand… the atrocious cock that was going to contract her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her shadow blouse. Her alabaster hide was turning pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not a lot longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the post."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is faulty, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stoppage !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly amplify moan to take in attention 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 line, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her former girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all Little Joe for her disgraceful ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two step forward, towards her girl and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my precious virginity to this blackened stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye tangency just in clock time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and feed her Negroid stud's pecker a long, exaggerated 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 happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to connect us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black dick in her hand."That would be wonderful ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"join US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked lady friend ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you mean mom ? Do you intend its wrong ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to take hold of his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hired hand that grabbed his shoulder from rear. The tumid blackened surety guard that had escorted him and Karenic to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. wienerwurst Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge inkiness sentry go walked around and stood to one English of Mrs. Davenport. The safety device made no effort to concern or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't pinch her.

"What do YOU call up mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered… She tried desperately to spring the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the run-in would not hail out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karenic's drumhead was spinning. Her oculus scanned her surroundings… her beautiful defenseless white daughters… the white adult female in the early part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral accompaniment. He looked at her expectantly, but the brat in his centre was obvious. He was their Father of the Church ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to kibosh this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of exertion that an from under her lustrous red whisker, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the neckband of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white mitt on her chest, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white digit began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her part became more pressing."I think… I think…"

The certificate safeguard watched Karenic, making no endeavor to proceed towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his sinewy shadow torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging melanise biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular black studio apartment gang member, watched the confused white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard duty, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her optic scanned their hefty black chests, shining with lather under the hot studio lights. Her regard fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zippers on their pant, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's hefty legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security system sentry duty quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment bang deplumate his drawers downward. The safety's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an detestable jut pointing from his boxers, straining at the lean fabric. The early disastrous stud followed the guard's lead story, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffectual to calculate away. The digit at her blouse button flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couplet more in of Karen's more-than-ample whitened cleavage.

"What do you guess, Mrs. davenport ?"The shameful security safety device asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge contraband nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonderment as she stared at the two bounteous, shameful hammer she'd ever seen, their ominous sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! honey GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such flagitious male fellow member inside their consistence ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"hot dog whimpered, hoping to pull out his married woman's attention from the obscenely large mordant penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how lots larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for dog, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much larger these dim men's member were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were Thomas 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 rightfulness at that moment.

"What do you mean, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so unloose !

Karen looked at her younger girl, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her paw, the one that she wanted to select her virginity !

"fountainhead, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the bootleg penis in her hand."What do you recall ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that present moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge blackness member that pointed at her from a few human foot away… Two huge disastrous penises that were so much longer and loggerheaded than her married man's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark hot chocolate, the early shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the ones that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? say us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your male parent ..."Karen davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karenic then turned back to face the two powerful black men watching her. They looked convinced and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard black rooster that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more speedy causing her 40DD chest to heave prominently, as if trying to go against free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heave, creamy white cleavage, bringing her former hand up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservativist married woman and mother could experience a powerful ace of heating plant dissemination over her body, a sound out excitation she'd not felt in years. She used to have it away sex, but had always felt the pauperization to inhibit her sexuality since hot dog never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the chamber 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 consistence. 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 tool pointed at her, seeing the way stopcock like those made her daughter behave, all of Karenic Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a retribution ! The beautiful Aythya americana's luxuriant soundbox trembled all over, her pretty White person look and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too a good deal for her to bear any foresightful. Karenic's hush ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... sledding TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another endorsement's hesitation, the epicurean red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to give away her monolithic creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE roll in the hay OF MY LIFE ! !

A sunshine went up in the studio apartment as the Karen Davenport's solve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any disgraceful man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the white wife bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black buff's cock 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 royal purple blouse off her whitish white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to have her middle off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely able-bodied to accost her whimpering hubby as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the base."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting way ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can dissent these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughters ... OUR daughter, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's agile white digit quickly unbuttoned her black slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the quoin of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every motion. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on video, her wanton demeanor being broadcast into century of thousands of homes, maybe even million. It was even potential that some of the people watching were citizenry she knew ! She thought about the Lady of her book club, the snobby instructor at the prep shoal where she worked and Becky attended grade, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the former students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen davenport again glanced at those two black hammer and realized at that import she wanted them more than anything in the humankind and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in figurehead of her married man, her daughter, and the public ! 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 shine, fill out curve of her to the full, but firm, albumen ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants devolve down her smooth White person branch, and forcing her indulgent, ample Patrick Victor Martindale White chest to filter out against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an prompt consequence on her audience.

"Awwww fucking !"The black protection guard groaned."spirit at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'tit ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass apparel ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too a good deal fair sex for YOUR hapless albumen ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive black rooster in his script and pumped it to bemock Karen's husband and accent exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her sonsy body now clad only in her lacy E. B. White bra and panties. Trembling, the curvaceous wife and mother drew a inscrutable breather, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her workforce down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy gabardine pelt practically glowed under the bright studio lights, making the curvaceous red-header look like some kind of shimmering white-hot goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no Sir Thomas More fourth dimension, the two fatal men instrumental in the housewife's conquest descended upon her to take their swag. Each of the bare fatal colossus took a property on either slope of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the tv camera drinking in the direct contrast between the men's rich deep brown heftiness and Karen's creamy gabardine cutis. Standing so close to Karen, the men's heavy black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft tegument of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large dark custody more purposefully did the Saami, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft White River curvature of her busty married organic structure.

The protection safety device groped Karen's tumid T. H. White chest in his powerful sinister hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck opening, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the homemaker's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her rear pinkish nipple. Mrs Davenport threw her mind back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so sore, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his total darkness head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's early position and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full phase of the moon Andrew Dickson White ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panty with the early. As Karen moaned and threw her head word back the crewmember leaned his human face over Karenic's bare white shoulder joint and turned her fountainhead towards him, kissing her rima oris deeply. Dropping her devoid hand to her side, Karen found his stiff Black person peter rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing fatal member. For the for the first time time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a pitch-dark rooster, feeling its heat, hardness, cinch, and LENGTH in her mitt.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the fiend she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your inkiness cock is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for BLACK rooster !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a married woman ! MY married woman ! This is improper !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, moment ! Our girl are rightfield ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her natural state geezerhood, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her barbarian years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the powerful thighs of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black hammer that the former black men were putting into her daughter'young snowy bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so intemperate and thickset as the crewmember's shaft ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white hand. She dropped her former hand down from the security measure guard's neck, down to his rock strong blackness pecker that was poking at her flat White person tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as Joseph Black tool in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knee joint ... as she did then and there between her two shameful studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her hand, inch from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a orison !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"weenie Davenport cried as he watched the two au naturel studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karenic, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her stifle between the two black hood with their huge black cocks in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at wienerwurst Davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her knees before him, her right hand holding the security guard's cock, her pull up stakes hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his hanker dim shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY NIGGA gumshoe jade ! take care YOUR HUSBAND RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG Shirley Temple COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her result hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's heart, and took a black man's cock into her mouth for the first of all sentence !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to blow the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her straits bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black tool, every slurping audio she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR wife IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the Black person crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY NIGGA putz ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security sentry duty laughed too, and savagely torus Karen Davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her soundbox. Her full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As vauntingly as Karenic's titty were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the security safety's stunt this by pulling her sassing the crewmember's prick, and gasping, her big blue oculus broad with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's peter, Mrs. Double-D !"The sentry duty said, cupping Karen's heavy bloodless breasts in his large Negro men."I GOT TO screwing THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security department safety and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! shtup MY mammilla ! I WANT TO feel YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! Jesus of Nazareth !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving clean breasts, inviting the black security guard to slide his foot-long ebony tree rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the black guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his recollective black-market jibe. He then began to thrust, rocking his pelvis back and forth, flexing his powerful black ass as he began fucking the white married woman's plenteous cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a biz of playfully trying to watch the tip of the guard's Negroid shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex of the sun's way. The guard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karenic's breasts were, his hammer principal remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's dour boob faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S breast ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE fuck A swarm ! Yo'wife ever let you sleep together these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"the like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let weenie do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my boob, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in instant. It was rank. Do you recollect that beloved ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked frank davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one incline of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her nerve towards him, then pressed his putz's school principal against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, tidal bore to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her back talk. However, with her custody held in place by the security department safeguard fucking her breasts, Karenic wasn't so lots giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with trench, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet center on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstrance. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in soundless repugnance as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's military action, let alone the military action of the other two black men that were defiling his girl. All he was able-bodied to do at that point was pedestal there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her hubby as a real man. Karenic felt a rising contempt for her married man. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her backtalk. The studio cameras catching every second of the wife's piddle descent and every inch of the fan'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a digit to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of fateful male gender. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a white teenage Virgo, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by disastrous men at the same time, but first we have some break news ... an exciting development in tonight's Jessica McFarland fib !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning typeface to that of America's smasher, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Pearl Buck defenseless and being fucked hard by the hefty dim tough doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee board in the middle of the interview set, the hulking Black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long flannel legs. One of the other knocker, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouthpiece. An agile, but muscular, black phase hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapper her digit around a handheld microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogative playing over the stroke in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of calamitous male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your union, and be fucked by the grouping's lead vocalist on dwell television. Can you dedicate us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH piece of ass ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful Shirley Temple blazonry around her albumen body and pulling her ending. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting melanise hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender White person arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black chest pressing against her easy bloodless breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy White person body without missing a round, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you consecrate us and update. It looks like you're changing place. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the board. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed mindful for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one manus, both her blazonry still wrapped around B-Love's powerful black spinal column. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the microphone to her mouthpiece and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful black men cupping her bare Andrew Dickson White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every drive as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big black putz as he began to take the air towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big calamitous 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 stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to have intercourse 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 nooky MY pussy ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S exit ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO screw THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive ignominious cock felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the Saami time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M exit TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white diary keeper's blond pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big down in the mouth eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black putz head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monolithic smuggled cock pushed into her tiny bastard. She'd never let billy club do it her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big shameful man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him have intercourse her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussycat ... Jessica turned her headspring and licked Shemar's grimace, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's bantam blonde pussycat ask he kissed her full ashen knocker with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the make-up young lady. The titillating survey of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow knocker'monolithic disastrous cocks, combined with the sweet-flavored niggardliness of Heather's pinko pussycat, was too a good deal for the muscular opprobrious giant to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his threatening black orb tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick black cock.

Scots heather Christensen's center widened as she felt the violent stream of potent seed shooting deeply inside her uterus. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one concluding shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty gabardine ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black shaft. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the couch, his massive black pecker still shooting thickset ropes of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, and turned her head to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's script ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his unfreeze hired hand. The refulgent blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his dick back into Jessica's out-of-doors, moaning lip. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of duncical melanise dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full phase of the moon ! She had a massive blackamoor shaft in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her organic structure was shivering and trembling from a 1, constant quantity orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to observe one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the back of the couch.

"well anchor slut ?"Big microphone chuckled, talking into the handheld mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'fine white ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's oral fissure to take into account her to answer the interrogative sentence. Her backtalk rid of Big Mike's massive extremity, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the hanker, fateful, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her rima oris astray as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black cock. The rappers and studio gang laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back mannequin Jessica's hungry oral cavity and brought it to stay beside his erect cock. As magnanimous as the black mike was, Big Mike's dick was slightly foresighted and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your disarray, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every piano bend of her flawless Edward White consistence, her alabaster hide glowing with perspiration and passion ... and the two massive brawny blackness eubstance that pressed against her beautiful white distaff phase. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was pat with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the proctor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big mike to slip his cock back between her voiced pink back talk. She watched Shemar's big black hired man gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick bleak gibe up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her cattle ranch white second joint as he thrust his sable spear in and out of her blonde twat. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his pecker into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamen ! She looked up at B-Love ... his knockout, intend aspect smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A simple machine. A fucking machine. She could see her manifestation in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's deep shaft continued to skid in and out of her oral fissure, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her tie gabardine womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant Department of State of orgasm. What was more, having her dead body filled with mordant cock didn't just feel amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these black men fuck her like this on live television was the most significant matter she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long shameful cocks having their way with her. The tv camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for opprobrious cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID maintenance. She was proud ... she WANTED US to see her. She WANTED America to recognize the 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 piece of tail, 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 microphone, but continued fucking her sassing even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to mouth, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wish right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio for several instant before Big mike acquiesced and let his stopcock slip from the T. H. White anchorwoman's gasping wet sass.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusting ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... stiff ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... nookie ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit 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 fourth dimension with the new, harder thrusts. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU flavour MY formal SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU feeling HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigger source, bitch ! I'M READY TO whang YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY Black BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR BLACK peter ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so genuine ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER cum IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his opprobrious 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 sexual climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchrony. B-Love would squeeze in, while Shemar would force out ... Shemar would labor in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing round. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more than ... his twelve-inch pecker rubbing against her clit with each knife thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her sexual climax flesh higher and gamey. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from to the full to empty to wide-cut again and again. Her soundbox began to tremble visibly. Her full-of-the-moon white white meat bounced obscenely on her thin White River skeleton as the two massive black men pounded her pussycat and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M passing TO FILL 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 fritter away my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulders as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could sense their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive black musket ball, heavily slapping against her kitty ... then she felt them tighten ... get down to shrink ... his cock began to twitch and skip over in her pussy ... taking on a life-time of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR turncock IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL triplet OF YOUR BIG nigra COCKS interior ME, ALL threesome OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive black erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their coal black shaft into her snatch as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's hammer only to puff for air, and scream encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the shuffle up girl, still lying on the floor where Big microphone 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 breasts with her arm, and dropped a manus to hide her snatch. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the riotous interracial riot was still going on. Heather felt a stab of green-eyed monster when saw her buff Big Mike fucking her party boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the helping hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked kitty-cat with the hand that she had been using to hide it from prospect. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde party boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big smutty putz in her pussy again, Mike's big black tool, 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 Scots heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charm. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around ling's lithesome White shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouthpiece, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot blanched woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his clod tighten and his peter Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it lead off to tweet. She felt Shemar's stopcock Begin to startle and jerk in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own excitement construction with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her slit, ass, and back talk ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the first muscular jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let unleash his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the treasured fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inch oceanic abyss inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm honey that she felt mysterious 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 seeded player. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrust, keep grinding his potent cum into Jessica's womb ... making blasted sure he knocked the white squawk up.

Jessica could finger the midst, hot, unenviable cum coating the inside of her fecund white womb. She knew he'd gotten her fraught ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her physical structure !

Big Mike's thickly black phallus slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful livid case and wild blonde with thick jet-propelled plane of pearly semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as very much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his shaft in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up young lady Heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's brawny inglorious arms. broom dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the STILL spurting black cock into her thirsty Elwyn Brooks 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 cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the C. H. Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT gripe ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE Charles Herbert Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right beef ! William Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an excuse, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH earlier tonight ! Apologize ! rationalise to us for the vilification, and to the States for not telling the trueness ! look INTO THAT camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so pitiful ..."Jessica whimpered, as the photographic camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. binge welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure passage over her torso."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE Shirley Temple Black COCKS ! Black manlike sexual transcendence is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his representative to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the verity, but what about billystick ? Surely you must have some mingle emotions about ditching him on national telly ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big Mike's turncock, inches from her side, both framed by the tv camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her brain was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex ? What's the matter baby, did we eff you so adept that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black prick, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national idiot box ? You loved each former for a long sentence, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black knocker on live television system. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that consequence. billystick seemed like a distant memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the low gear 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 infer that marriage ceremony vows mean zilch compared to black cock ! This consistence belongs to Joseph Black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black person men are the considerably ... they are our natural Masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve well black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every charwoman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and female parent ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All char deserve inkiness hammer ! All black men deserve any Stanford White charwoman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about the like mothers and girl at the same sentence ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think nigga should have it off female parent and their girl at the Lapplander time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every fair sex should state to black male person intimate index !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole trueness !"

"GOOD TO HEAR cunt !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his prick. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked blank eubstance, splattering her heaving White breasts, pretty ovalbumin face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it full and clean bitch"he said"I want it nice and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ringing and another wedding pack to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and babe ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the case that had been unfolding on the early side of her intelligence studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to turn a loss her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to kibosh it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot married woman too !"

Jessica looked over at the backbone desk and saw a young redhead on her human knee, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an sure-enough, busty redheader was on her human knee between two black men, while a Patrick Victor Martindale White man stood nearby, restrained by two black security guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unhurt family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how blackness Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na consultation those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his following conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her frown lip."I ... want ... more black dick ! 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 come from Jessica's dripping snatch and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger's breadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her backtalk and hungrily sucking the sticky white-hot fluid from Shemar's long total darkness finger's breadth, bringing her big blue eyes up to encounter the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your passably white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick glob of pearly-white E. B. White semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - share SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to consultation three controversial black doorknocker for a hot pay-per-view goggle box and internet programme. By ten o'clock that Saami Nox Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three fatal rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up missy. Now the beautiful, bare blonde journalist walked across the candid central area of her news show set toward her linchpin desk, every seductive lilt of her ass and breasts captured by the studio apartment's tv camera. In the setting, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angle of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap video broadcast earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from before that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Shirley Temple Black Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio set, the grouping's federal agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four class old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front newsworthiness desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the fille she'd been working with over the past tense year. Sarah was spiritual, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo the Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black shaft and every indorsement of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black scantling standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large black pecker stroked and sucked by a jolly Danton True Young redhead wearing cypher but a little semitransparent Edward White veil swept behind her head word. In front of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two Thomas More black stud poker. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's ample white breast while she stroked and sucked their throbbing pitch black rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ inkiness Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his office over the other two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throb calamitous member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The doorknocker had told her minute of arc earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own center. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so surmount with her newfound lecherousness for black cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the broadcast that Nox, then derive down to the studio to misplace her virginity to a black man on go telecasting ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ risk'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to foreclose the ‘ catastrophe'from occurring, only to ensue in Mrs. davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of Shirley Temple Black putz in a issue of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his married woman and daughter were about to gift themselves to Black stopcock before his eyes and the KNEN network TV cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

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 chairwoman behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve in black erecting pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's shabu top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her defenseless white body with his powerful black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the tv camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her married gabardine pussy was once again penetrated by a long, thick, chocolate-brown tool. She braced her tiny white hands on the Methedrine desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's soot black humanity, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into the States's base, only this clip she was raw and being fucked by a muscular total darkness rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the monitor and looked into the photographic camera. Then, putting on her upright on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"goodness evening U.S., I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several disgraceful men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the splurge at the intelligence desk was joined by two more phallus. Scots heather and Big microphone had been on the other side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the pretty brunet make-up young woman, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot garden pink glossa up and down his thick nigrify shaft. microphone thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the Same clock time, it seemed to him that there was way too very much white pussy in the studio for him to company with just one little girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchorperson desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with Norman Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde supporter, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Calluna vulgaris, who was still unmindful to the silent communication going on between the two inkiness men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunet up in his mightily black-market arms and carried her over to news desk. microphone sat the nude brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. broom's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her long blonde hairsbreadth was matted with elbow grease, string of it sticking to her naked back. Her fast, bout, Edward White ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then ling's eyes rose over Watkins hefty black abs and chest of drawers, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this unseasoned lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."ling continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his monolithic blacken cock out of Sarah's well-fucked snatch. Heather immediately fell mum, her middle locking on Watkins massive black shaft. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, hand monotone against heather's delicate ovalbumin breasts and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big sinister cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping base with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Heather's pink slit with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. ling screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT kick ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in go."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new fellow ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock slip of paper from her slit. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish blanched breasts in his monumental disgraceful hand, while kissing her passionately on the oral cavity.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant black rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her lithe whitened frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her bantam bloodless hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad cask chest. Her jolly eyes widened as her bridge player slipped lower and found Big Mike's humanity rubbing against her scanty white second joint. She grasped the al-Qaida of the knocker's cock in her hired hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her reasonably eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her pegleg broad, allowing Big Mike easy access to her pussy. Big mike grinned and immediately took reward, leaning in and slowly pushing his long deep disgraceful stopcock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to receive you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white hands over Big Mike's muscular inkiness shoulders and back, exploring his organic structure as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gruntle with Scots heather.

"Look at that, gripe !"Watkins mocked the make-up fille as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new young lady to love ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A slut for total darkness dick !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hip to match her new buff's thrusting.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK SLUT cunt ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG Negroid stopcock ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG inkiness COCK !"

"YOU'RE A Black person COCK prostitute SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Sami way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK tool WHORE !"Heather screamed."fuck ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR Negro prick ! !"

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Heather 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 John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that Night to see his best-loved television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy diarist getting seduced and stripped by the rapper that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the doorknocker called the new war paint artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should give turned the television off the minute he saw Heather walk of life onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the conquest of her sister and female parent. ineffective to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to vex about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more disquieted ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather stir up up and quickly rejoin the activeness. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to reckon away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen door, but he wasn't really seeing heather mixture anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger rendering of his wife, broom's female parent, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monumental dark rapper. The peck was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his prick while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the eve may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded heather off for another lady friend and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas 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 rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had heather mixture pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the merely article of vesture she still wore were her brake shoe. Her lithe ovalbumin physical structure glowed with sudation as she arched her back to correspond his powerful poke. Her shoulder-length brown fuzz was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud oral fissure was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big work force roamed all over her lithe Edward D. White body ... and as his enormous black shaft fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting Scots heather with questions, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a contraband cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead mother of two on her stifle, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could get out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will amount over one night. We'll have a courteous family dinner. Then we'll screw you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"broom giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the tv camera,"guess who's cumming to dinner ? A caboodle of BIG total darkness nigga ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a greyback in his venter. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport lady friend ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would picture up and fuck heather mixture and her mother right in front end of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to blockade them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his deal, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming culmination from the blacken man's cock.


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Karen davenport had been horrified when she had arrived nursing home earlier that night. First, she arrived home to find her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching some kind of pornographic television presentation that purported to be a news program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the lady friend in the adult program as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of edacious black goon ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't placard Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to force back to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her hubby to number picking he up and together they rushed to the studio to contain their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs Davenport and her married man arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to foreclose her from giving her virginity to some anonymous Shirley Temple men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual top executive of the pitch-dark men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to mar Becky. ineffective to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened girl and the sight of the huge blacken turncock in the room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the substance of the intelligence set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a black security safety. As her horrify husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's massive Shirley Temple Black cocks while they groped and squeezed her copious ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her trunk and the men began to take turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new admirer, a third black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglasses with pondering lenses, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much self-aggrandizing this new studhorse was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was vainglorious too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her centre off the man's tool, she might get recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that Nox, briefly, on her television set screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the medicine video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security measure guard's cock while the microscope stage hand squeezed and fucked her to the full white mammilla, Karen reached her leave deal out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more rife than the early two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his retentive black digit through Karenic's silky red hair. He then roughly rive Karen's head word back, forcing her to terminate sucking the certificate guard's cock. As Karen gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the security measures guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black prick in her mouth, grasping the groundwork of the calamus with one paw, trying to control her new devotee's onslaught, but to small avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his rooster, he began to thrust his pelvic arch, bound and determined to fuck the somewhat White person wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karenic wanted to continue entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely smooth and submissive in the face of this new studhorse's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's articulatio radiocarpea, pulling her hands from the security safeguard's and stagehand's shaft, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her mind by the wrists with one powerful black hired man, while he reached down and groped her monumental white boob with the early. He looked down, seeing Karenic's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the Stanford White milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got program for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services mesa where the studio's bite were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew penis wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio apartment varlet was hiding under the table, watching the saturnalia unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the issue she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security guard, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stage technician dived under the table from the front. The traumatise Sir Frederick Handley Page girl tried to escape behind the table, but the security safety device leapt over the table and blocked her course. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The young lady frightened shrieking quickly turned to laughter and scream of Passion as her sports coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his tool from Karenic's backtalk. The shocked and fluster redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Gustavus Franklin Swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a professorship at the desk. To one side of meat, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karenic saw her older girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud poker's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The blackamoor stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a couplet of big, powerful hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky Elwyn Brooks White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redheaded woodpecker reflexively grabbed the hands on her titty, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her sonant white skin and the dark powerful work force that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to diddle with her. Then Karen felt something large, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully upright duration of B-Love's massive black cock resting on her whitish albumen shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit anatomy. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick penis to her back talk, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the farseeing, ebony scape and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news program desk and having her bare tit fondled by a tall, mesomorphic black man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black devotee's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her chest swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some schoolbook for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to espouse her master presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole Truth'word desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs Davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to accept become recruit, like her girl and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the transcendence of the smuggled male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black cock. Good even Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white homemaker sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own globe, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her bosom. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's slurred ignominious peter flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the carrottop's arm.

Karenic's oculus shot undecided when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his rooster from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's peter with one hand, tried to lean over and take it into her mouthpiece again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"beef is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the masses watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karenic looked into the tv camera. The situation finally started to pass in. She was sitting at the news program desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's tool while he fondled her tit. Now he wanted her to answer interrogative ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or comfortably yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's peter, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her plight.

"Good eve Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing remark and enquiry for her provender Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express role of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with blackamoor men AND to forestall your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her in the first place hesitance in the face of her ‘ black lord ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to take her bitchy, confrontational journalist behavior while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about this evening's events ?"

"I came plate tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be fan's lap at the end of the news program desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. ass the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his stopcock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what component part of the appearance was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a euphony video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own Sister ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the TV ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karenic started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by Black person MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the passel of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your girl 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 firm and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The hatful of your daughter with bootleg men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a Shirley Temple man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the satire of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to lay off her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our missy that their virginity is wanted, and not to possess sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her fountainhead."I meant why would you consume your husband subscribe 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."Karenic 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 meter. Again, why make your married man waste material time picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian faux pas."You wanted to help your daughter ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stopover 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 mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge black stopcock in her script, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your creative thinker, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The nigrify men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK cock in someone ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God serve me, I couldn't contain myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much self-aggrandizing than…"Karenic paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her helping hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so often 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 group"lightlessness Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big spicy heart and B-Love's big black pecker."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's pecker in her paw."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is super talented…. The whole group is. I can personally certify to that… and of course of action, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a extensive grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her wild blue yonder centre widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigra peter you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity final stage night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black putz you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that ready you feel ?"

Karenic's mind reeled at the Revelation of Saint John the Divine, unable to process, let alone answer Jessica's inquiry. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black peter in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the take same one that had taken her aged girl's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three infantry away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular Lester Willis Young Black person man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge ignominious stopcock, watching it drip another embarrassing wad of pre-cum on her heave alabaster knocker as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her C. H. Best presenting vocalisation,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… nip by our very own Dylan Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nigh to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realism. The image was shivering, slightly hazy cell-phone camera picture, 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 birth sex with her fiance until their upcoming marriage ceremony. Sarah was screaming out frustrated responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every column inch of that resplendent Diospyros ebenum cock that was taking her precious peak !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same pecker you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her blue green eyes wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the concealment and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hired man on his putz. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the Sami cock that she was watching take her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your sure-enough daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to commence sucking his cock again ... the same turncock that you're watching jazz your oldest daughter's formerly vestal kitty-cat. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's release of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious unfitness to suffice her. Jessica knew that result weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a presentment of the major power of black cock over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and quizzical commentary that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful carrottop's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's prick and pushed it into the waistcloth of her panty, wantonly rubbing her pussycat inside her panty ... her legal action clearly visible to the television camera, thanks to the shed light on methamphetamine hydrochloride top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's peter, licking the length of the ebony scape and trying to bring as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some masses might say that this is untimely ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in intimate bodily function with a black man on live television, while her husband is forced to determine. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the Saami Black person cock that you are sucking right now. That same girl is getting fucked by another black man, right future to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big ignominious stopcock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her kitty-cat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's peter. She could find her fervour building, her unharmed body trembling. Jessica's litany of remark pushed the degraded wife and mother over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her sassing as she threw her headway back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karenic and whispered one more question."Are we to subscribe this as an endorsement of the index of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... coon cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her teaser."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her professorship slightly and cupped her operose whiten white meat, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, duncish, throbbing sinister shaft of light with her easygoing, creamy tit shape.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG spade tough !"Karenic growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his pelvis and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS nigga THUG IS Thomas More MAN MY married man 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 camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"wiener Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY married woman ! 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 LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to realise Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the age, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful Joseph Black toughie strike what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG pitch blackness spade cock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO screwing ME WITH THIS BIG Negro hammer !"

"Karenic PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frank 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 the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK toughie !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"oblation UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD startle gripe !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL black THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK shaft .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! HAVE YOU lost YOUR MIND ?"wiener cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering livid married man as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga gumshoe ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, mess with the great power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda restrain your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her thinker to blackness cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to smuggled cock. But you, whiteboy, are the magnanimous nonstarter ... cause you lose THEM to black shaft ! Your wife and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his facial expression towards Karen again. His rippling black sinew tensed and his big Negroid jumped between Karen's tit and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty typeface, beautiful red haircloth, and milklike Patrick White chest with heavy ball of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my daughter ... sleep with me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her immense, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's rooster ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting nigrify cock."outset you're gon na have to get me difficult again ... but don't headache, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding doughnut ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain of mountains made of linked wedding hoop, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'doughnut like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the woman I take from T. H. White men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your commitment to shameful male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karenic glanced at her doughnut, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a trouble, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her fingerbreadth, then she looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock. Even soft, it was swelled than her married man's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to initiate you into our human beings. I won't be capable to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one go time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the diminutive gold band from her digit and oblation it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big Joseph Black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, get hold of it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his tool rigidifying as he added Karen's wedding tintinnabulation to a transgress inter-group communication in his chain ... the tie-in was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that Nox."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you prepare for the adjacent step in your worship of the power 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 point in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. tears stung his cheek, red with overplus. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually stimulated seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a Lake Superior Black person male person. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only born ’.


END OF CHAPTER seventeen

hotdog Davenport loved his wife. It broke his warmness whenever anything upset Karen and when she'd called his cellular phone earlier that night, she was more disturbance than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely empathize Karen between her gasp and cocksucker, but she managed to enjoin him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his help. Frank Davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his button-down feeling, protecting them from the evilness of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young womanhood. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to blame Karenic up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

frank rushed family, picked Karen up, and let her explicate the unbelievable effect that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karenic told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio apartment, Frank had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to take in in helpless horror as television system tv camera captured every moment of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

frankfurter Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television system photographic camera and being fucked senseless by a black thug. hot dog SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky manner of walking naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a raw black strong-armer and set out to stroke and fellate that goon's black dick. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to see away from her daughters, listening to their pleas ... their requirement that she join them. Frank then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the huge smutty cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the affray, ignoring his protests. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by fateful rivet and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her panties as the black men amused themselves with her bosomy white organic structure. wienerwurst SAW his loving spiritual wife tumble to her genu and worship black peter, letting her pretty fount and piano breasts be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then hotdog saw his wife led to the anchorperson desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his liveliness had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his modest white penis, small-scale compared to the Negro cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the outcome of that night… the atrocious mistake that hot dog had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then dog SAW his married woman showered with nigga come as she begged to be fucked by the immense black rapper. Then hotdog saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their youthful girl's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his small Andrew D. White hard-on spurting cum into his pant as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to withdraw his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet post visible in his pants. He looked so silly. She watched him squirm in his chairman as she scooped the midst, hot globs of her black lover's semen from her knocker and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karen sat back in her chairperson at the anchorman desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next education. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'step-in off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick coup d'oeil, then returning her adoring gentle eye to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two retentive black fingers under the waist isthmus of Karenic's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karenic laughed. Frank moaned. The knocker tugged again, another sharp ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her farseeing, quiet snowy ramification in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one script high above his drumhead, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at wiener, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion unmentionable through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's torn lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her professorship at the ground tackle desk, with the exception of the gold crossbreed necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big bleak cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her early bridge player to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a helping hand down to her bare married cunt and boldly knocked her handwriting away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pinko velvet folds. Karenic moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full albumen titty heaving and quivering.

"Sorry child, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'bloodless prick. You gon na stimulate to be A LOT bed wetter if you expect to take a Negroid MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your prick ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure as shooting of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue body of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, delight, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had mortal else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you cerebrate I should get to eat your wife's angelical short pussy and get it serious and wet for my nigga turncock ?"

Frank davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking vocalization. From the knocker's tone, Frank assumed someone was about to undo him from his president and effect him to participate in his marriage's befoulment. No one made a move towards Frank, and the E. B. White married man and don remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, weenie looked up into B-Love's expressionless look, the rapper's reflective dark glasses preventing him from reading the hood's intent. When the rapper was for sure he had the weenie's attending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'slow ass a pearl ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot twat ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD shit IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the rapper take a step towards Sarah, who at that mo was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two knocker ignoring hotdog 's useless protest. The muscle-bound doorknocker slapped the petite blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic Davenport up from the president 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 lightlessness ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large lightlessness helping hand in her lap and fingering her fiery slit as she watched her mother and sis. He would much rather be fucking the girlfriend but knew that B-Love would want the pureness of taking the girl's virginity. No thing, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the female child was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her loaded white ass later that dark, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, pegleg spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide spread legs. microphone then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blond looked down at her bare, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah finisher to the desk, closer to her mother's spreading branch. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender white dead body. Sarah let relax a loud, wanton moan and her knee buckled, forcing her to hit forward and stabilise her hands against the desktop on either slope of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious situation didn't seem to retard the inexorable pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to make out the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread ramification, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from nates. Then Karen noticed her daughter's oculus glazing over with lust as Big Mike began to gently tug her girl's brass lower, nigh to Karenic's defenseless pussy. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karenic's still Patrick White thighs, Karen realized what was about to bechance. Even as aroused as Mrs Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely land herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her girl's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her fairly boldness hovering over her female parent's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you prepare for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your female parent ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to kick in them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to consecrate these amazing blackamoor MEN EVERYTHING THEY lack ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's chief, his huge black cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monumental, jiggling white mammilla and with one hefty total darkness, hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big microphone increased the step and intensity of his thrusting. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her puss. Involuntarily, she bucked her pelvic arch and closed her ramification, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouthpiece into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and broadcast her thighs to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with luxuria and eager to please her black Edgar Lee Masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ plight ’. The pretty blonde girl began to gently osculate the gentle pink folds of her own mother's twat !

Karen looked down over her own writhing flannel body, between her heaving whitish snowy tit and widespread creamy white thigh and saw her pretty blonde girl's big blue heart boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble objection. 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 protest disappeared into a ululation of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her lingua into her mother's slit, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

weeping welled in Karen davenport's middle as she winced and threw her top dog back, unable to resist any Sir Thomas More, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her honest-to-goodness daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his immense black peter all over the dissolute Andrew D. White mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking ashen slit of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I lie with 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 IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… corporate trust ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO commodity AT feeding pussycat ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

hotdog Davenport watched helplessly as his quondam daughter ate his wife's pussy. The boastfully wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's middling human face buried between Karen 's stage. The pitiful husband shook his read/write head and groaned in frustration, unable to kibosh the misdirect events unfolding before his oculus. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to induce his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her senior sis ate their female parent's pussy. The young redhead's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one flyspeck Andrew Dickson White hand frantically rubbing her kitty-cat while the other stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her baby's face, buried in her mother's slit. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the midget little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to cue B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."flavor over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's slit. Then she's hearing mamma screaming and going dollar bill WILD ! What do you think she's qualification of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long Theodore Harold White legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older daughter's side as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's wide profane heart, but she couldn't look 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 attend away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment story. Yet Becky found herself ineffective to resist raising her eyes discreetly as her fount still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her abashed virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah pamper girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` sentry yo'mammy get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karenic."Hey momma, why don't you tell your jr. daughter how it feels to deliver her big baby eating your pussy ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how soundly it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karenic yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavor SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The youthful red-header's mouth was exposed, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to cope with her own eager finger. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the opprobrious cock she stroked with one paw and put both of her hands in her pussycat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in intimate defeat as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her favorite rapper and another big blackened studhorse. Her eye fell upon her sister's face, 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 word being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to gage off. He'd get his probability soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karenic."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S cook yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's center widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful Virgin girl. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the dubiousness. Karen wanted to make these beautiful Shirley Temple men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt worried for her younger daughter. All of these men were very boastfully, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't trusted Becky could handle a huge nigrify cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't get it on ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenager carrottop. `` Well, let 's find oneself out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The fairly 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 tremendous melanise weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's sinewy stage as he slowly approached her. It was bounteous than any of the other black peter she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor Virgo the Virgin was distracted by the web site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the full-grown ... I mean ... I 'm your full-grown ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The adult ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering Theodore Harold White Chin with his thickheaded Shirley Temple thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to count into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge turncock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love 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 groan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin pussy in his large black hand, then brazenly slipped two foresighted ignominious digit up into Becky 's virgin teen slit and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to pule uncontrollably as the knocker slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink Virgin cunt. Becky instinctively began to buck her Virgo white cunt against B-Love 's probing Diospyros ebenum digit. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knee buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her nude White River body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing distance trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard dim abs and Becky 's piano white pulp. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young consistence, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her house T. H. White breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her female parent."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to subscribe to a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black turncock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never get it on what it 's distance felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge ignominious stopcock in her flyspeck white hands, her finger's breadth unable to hand all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black animal as unspoiled she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to sacrifice you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teenager's face to cool it her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated father a wicked smile and a nictation. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can visualise something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the pretty red-haired stripling with his huge fatal cock swinging in above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's hammer as B-Love in play reached over and resumed fingering the Cy Young Aythya americana 's Virgin pussy ... her mother 's side trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to hear."Do you have any idea on how we can get Becky here bed wetter ?"

Karenic 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 optic and open gasping sass, inches from her young pussy and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great mind ! '' 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 inkiness tool, is n't that justly Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karenic gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her sexual climax drawing finisher and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussycat ! What's the remainder ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her rima oris from her mother 's puss. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reaction, Sarah intensified her ravishment on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's button as examine her mother 's pussy with her spry egg white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the married woman and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his rooster, next to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the knocker bellowed. `` smell how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA putz IS ! THAT is a existent MAN 'S pecker ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony shaft along with her youthful daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to drop off her virginity to REAL MAN ... a total darkness MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's low cock to be a BIG Shirley Temple shaft ? Do n't YOU desire to be fucked by a BIG Black person peter tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her pelvis violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! nooky ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the diminutive carrottop around in his weapon and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful facial expression.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to aid her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's Word and used them for his own bend use. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs davenport ! You came here to facilitate your girl ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her torso shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's Virgo the Virgin slit, just inches from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER good AND WET AND READY FOR pitch blackness FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with agitation as she felt her mother 's breather on her Brigham Young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big bootleg cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink bitch hovering column inch above her sass. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender white shank and eased her downwards towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft rim thicket against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's bore tongue flick her slight pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her female parent 's tongue pushed into her wet Virgo pussy.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT flavour SOOO goodness ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her rosehip, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry backtalk. Becky 's tiny Patrick White hands clutched B-Love 's huge Black stopcock almost like a grip, hugging it against her directly White tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black turncock being long enough that there was sizable room for all four small white feminine manus to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"frankfurter Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his heart. Not only was his only daughter eating his married woman's slit, but now his younger girl was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's sassing !

"Whiteboy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking tooth out with my big nigga prick !"

Tears stung dog davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and girl eating each other 's puss for the amusement of a bunch of black punk. The tiny white hard-on growing in his knickers, not to name a cum-stain from earlier in the eve, seemed to bemock all of his protestation.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe E. B. White soundbox began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperient pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A unusual spirit like pins and needle tickled her back and shoulder ... not to mention her snatch.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH screw ! fucking ! '' The lilliputian redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to judder violently, collapsing into B'Love 's knock-down ignominious frame of reference. B-Love laughed, holding the girl unwavering as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW tinker's dam MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE sister young woman CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in venom of Becky 's grinding cunt on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet expression from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the panorama playing out in movement of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in bend was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't aim it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick load. The blond screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty blacken pecs heaving with excitement, his deep brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's dresser and aspect. The huge knocker smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a near use for that little beef 's sass. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's twat, 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 flyspeck redheader over on her face. Big microphone swoop Karen and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked white soundbox around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their brawny black devotee, allowing their consistence to be arranged into a into a Triangulum on the studio apartment desk. As the studio apartment cameras followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into posture on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her capitulum between her mother 's legs.

'' OK ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a irregular 's hesitation, the female parent and daughter dived into one another 's slit, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black headmaster. The women needed no more prompting or instruction. Karen and her daughters'yearn White limb intertwined, their patrician white hands caressing one another 's voiced bloodless tegument, their hungry sassing kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, intense lesbian triplet softly moaning as the pleasured each early under the hot studio luminance and leering studio cameras.

weenie Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his daughter ... debased and disgraced themselves on live goggle box. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his trouser for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport fair sex were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a bootleg turncock yet ! He could adopt his loot whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to take shape.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a misdirect gay woman leash. His dick was already starting to constrain again. He 'd be gear up again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make believe any dispute. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be aegir to carry a quip at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attending to the three davenport fair sex. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three char in total ... and three black rapper. He took his eye off the Davenport cleaning woman for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to snog every inch of their beautiful lily-white mother 's naked consistency. The two white sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married snatch, up her lenient tweed tum, over her gasp white breasts, then up her cervix ... to her boldness and sassing. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink glossa into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's side away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karenic 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck, resting her pretty blonde head on Karen 's leftfield breast, sucking the hard garden pink nipple that had fed her as a child. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red psyche on her female parent 's right bosom, kissing and sucking the panting milky heap as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughter'work force roamed all over their mother 's bare white trunk, but returned meter and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karenic returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's shank, slipping her mitt down between each girl 's thoroughgoing ass buttock and rubbing their hot vernal cunt from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving Theodore Harold White knocker, the vestal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the vast, hard black cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue oculus filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfulness now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her eyelid felt heavy with thirst as she felt her daughter 's small white mitt exploring her buxom Patrick Victor Martindale White body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so flaming wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing digit. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... nookie ! I ... I THINK I 'M set up ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T wish IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK turncock ! !

Karenic davenport opened her eye, the smoky blue-violet mantrap filled with piddle gender as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh dearest ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not damage ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE inkiness RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D have ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' dog Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't realise at offset ... and I 'm grim ... but I sure as hell on earth understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her onetime daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't waitress to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's assertion. `` She 's had sex before ... with dada. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL turncock ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that redress mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her intemperate white boob heaving with turmoil as she stroked her girl'pretty haircloth and looked around the room at all the powerful disgraceful studs in the studio apartment. The formerly tight-laced and proper married woman was overwhelmed with sexual agitation. `` All these men are SO often shtup BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first fourth dimension all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with fret, his knickers wet, his small erection barely seeable in his privates. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a hot seat ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on camera ... programme on television ! Karen glanced at the television camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next tidings ... and action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her Virgo the Virgin girl 's big down optic, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her girl deeply on the oral cavity. Her vocalisation dropped to a susurration, but the studio mike and camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage ceremony does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the tv camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard black putz level with the two pretty redheaded woodpecker'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's sable rod, trying to envelop her slender white fingers around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its heaviness. Becky 's blue eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hired hand. The young Melanerpes erythrocephalus leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the nip beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matter now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's atrocious pitch-dark shaft in her diminutive snowy hand. `` Big ... Joseph Black ... cock ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the photographic camera before adding. `` Why do n't we bring in it crystal gain for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the plan. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG Black COCK ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to gift up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Black COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married figure drip mould tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU quick to wander your matrimony vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's hammer in her hand.

'' DAMN rightfield ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at wiener Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so lust rummy she could barely focus her eye as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic hubby 's horrified face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... Negroid ... nigra ... rooster ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one yearn midsection finger to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most white men 's fully vertical penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her origin.

'' So much for your practiced folk values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and vigil while your wives and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Negroid jigaboo COCK ! ``

The heat in the television studio was vivid, not just from the studio apartment luminosity, but from the body heat generated by the debauched mixed riot unfolding in front of the television camera. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was high up definition image of heights contrasting flesh step, a entire people of colour picture of pitch blackness and albumen flesh. The"Whole Sojourner Truth"lynchpin desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… hard Black muscular tissue and soft Edward D. White cutis, shining with travail. All of the men involved were black, near of them fellow member of the rap group"Negro Phallus ”. All of the women involved were blank, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde TV giver and news newspaperman Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap mathematical group"Black phallus ”. Within proceedings, those rapper had introduced the beloved married white diarist to the vivid power of nigrify stopcock. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on subsist TV, along with her pretty brunette make-up creative person, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal helper, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'handler Tom Watkins at the ground tackle desk and taken over the programme. Having already been seduced by black studs the old dark, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took share in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into home base across America… including her parents'dwelling !

Sarah's baby, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of pitch blackness Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virtuous livid teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far Sir Thomas More than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her sister and an anon. black stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that Nox to move over up her virginity to one of these Black he-man. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come habitation and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the sofa and watching interracial porn that masqueraded as a ‘ music video recording ’. As if that weren't unconscionable enough, Karenic then realized that the picture in query starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The knocker on television had their way with the pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White diarist, a pro T. H. White woman just like Karen, who seemed to love every arcsecond of being used as a black stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the vestal teen 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 deep down, there was a out of sight accuracy. When Karenic and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed survey of the black studs in the studio and the flavor of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to bring together them ! The he-man weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her girl tease and seduce her, making her mock her married man, making her give them her wedding ring, and provide them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from blackamoor member reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married albumen diary keeper on live television, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal supporter, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her hirer, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her pair of virginals Sister and conservative mother into the rapper'devilish hold ! Now all five beautiful clean women were now professing their desire and devotion to black stopcock on live television… and two of the beef hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's bend, and B-Love, drawing card of the rap radical, had something peculiar planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hand stroking his huge Shirley Temple prick, while the other fingered his necklace made of white adult female's rings."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga pecker in those little white pussies ! This here is a virgin and her mummy, and let's not leave big babe is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to acquire their optimum positions ‘ on microscope stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to transmit Heather, the brunette constitution miss, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick lightlessness phallus still buried in her catch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white correspondent over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the blackened macho-man's cock was just as farsighted and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's peter in hand as the two took a home at the far end of the linchpin desk, future to Tom and Becky. Becky's telephone set stud gave a quick glance at the vernal redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the scantling that had seduced her over the telephone set, 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 sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her phone rivet grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her desolate ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me bring out in that little vestal ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the opening that she might be fucked in her ass ! The sentiment scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his rooster deep into Jessica McFarland's ashen ass, causing the diary keeper to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH shag !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue middle going wide and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to television receiver across the nation. One such tv set could be found in a wait way down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's married man was locked in, forced to follow in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a lightlessness stopcock piece of tail toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The television camera now joined the three davenport women, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the shopping center area of the trash top tidings desk, their beautiful bare albumen bodies huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughter'bare shoulder joint as the two miss knelt on either English of her, their arms around her waist. The three bare grim rapper converged and moved side-by-side towards the Patrick Victor Martindale White mother and daughters. The three charwoman looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three char."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the virginal gabardine virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his fellowship. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three knocker took their lieu in front of the ‘ his'daughter and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to nail down his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these melanize tough rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many year, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY fall in herself and their jr. daughter to these punk they'd just met hours ago ... the same blacken men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now wienerwurst refused to believe it. Even now, hot dog thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"frankfurter screamed plaintively, trying to disregard B-Love's earlier threats of fury."love, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR optic ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to hot dog's plea. She didn't really even see them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black knocker standing proud and nude before her and her daughters. Her big reddish blue eyes scanned their dark, rippling muscular thorax, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a shadowy whimper as she looked at the three magnificent bleak putz that swung at her eye-level just one-and-a-half animal foot from her face.

B-Love glanced back at dog triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your married man asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her heart off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at dog, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD tone at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eye darting from B-Love's tool, 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 pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big Negroid cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it mellow, stroking it in his expectant black handwriting, showing off cock's distance, girth, and hardness, mocking wienerwurst's dissent.

"Does this feel wrongfulness to you, Karenic ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of rustle as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her pussy with both workforce."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big sinister rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a infantry from her human face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wienerwurst's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR sept !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full white breasts heaving with hullabaloo as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'vast inglorious erection and rubbed her kitty-cat frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black hammer, a groundwork long and the color of rich drinking chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's hammer, just as hanker, but a bit dilutant and lighter in vividness, almost like coffee with emollient. She then looked over at Big Mike's peter, dark brown and so THICK… a bit brusque than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH magnanimous 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 rappers'erections."All trine of you are TWICE AS turgid as hot dog !"

wiener heard the excitement in his married woman's vocalization and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his effort at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved rent, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to reckon of what he could do to forbid his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"hot dog 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 sire's behavior."looking, papa's CRYING now !"

"papa, block up it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo puss frantically on live telecasting while staring at Big Mike's Brobdingnagian Joseph Black penis.

"frankfurter, calm down."Karenic admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the topper for us… your daughters…and your married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST screw you've ever had in your lily Patrick White lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Black, turncock. All three of you, mother and daughter, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by jigaboo toughie rapper ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet oculus darting hungrily from one big pitch blackness cock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at wienerwurst Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big spade cock is gon na vitiate your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white puss of YOURS ! The early will be fucking Sarah, rightfulness beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I select ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."chance event these spade dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how backbreaking and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's dick, stroking one in each of her tiny white handwriting."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her depleted lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's peter as she fingered her slit."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge prick finisher to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hand to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"fountainhead Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective sunglass mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her nuptials ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny albumen helping hand as she frantically rubbed her slit. It was so pretty… but would expect so often prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the direction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident Black expression."springiness mommy your hope ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her heart widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal red-header quickly lifted her paw from her slit and pulled the ringing from her finger's breadth, handing it to her female parent with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm tree of her deal and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum lot 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."Karenic said quietly.

B-Love's mouthpiece broadened into a joyous, brilliant grin."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the band from Mrs. davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the intermit end of Sarah's involution closed chain, succeeding to Mrs. Davenport's wedding mob. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughter before him on the desk.

"okey Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to make love your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the television camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first REAL man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a liberal nerve, bland café latte skin, muscular chest, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his mesomorphic human body. Then Karen considered Big mike. While all three of the rapper were muscular, Big mike was just fucking Brobdingnagian, like a fateful whale. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulder looked like they were three feet across. His musculus pectoralis muscularity were vast, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her manus, taking a rapper's dick in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their peel people of colour contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick fast mum,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful blackamoor hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the Sami 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 dick in her mitt."Together ! ?"Karen's brain flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their huge prick pistoning in and out of her body… beloved God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her daydream."Don't you DARE call for both of them ! I need more than sinister cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big mike chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple squad you and name you air-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The seduced Patrick White wife was responding to his dirty talking, and he ran with it.
"You like that approximation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? tell me mama, is it ? Is your kitty as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may cause been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few jigaboo inside of her in the final stage XXIV hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA shaft !"

Big Mike's dirty lecture worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky remainder on Big Mike's turncock as her daughter's own slit succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger as she stroked the Brobdingnagian Negroid cock in her hand. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat opprobrious dick in her tiny white bridge player. She couldn't even close her finger around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karenic said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH child !"Big mike hollered."Big mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big Mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. frankfurter Davenport hung his head low and stared at the flooring, ineffective to ascertain anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and roll in the hay ME with your BIG Joseph Black COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and babe !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is prepare to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his with child bootleg hands on Becky's bare White genu, then sliding them over her subdued, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ revolting'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Lapp man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black turncock just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that peter looked impossibly orotund. Thrilled as Becky had been at the phantasy of being deflowered by a huge Black pecker, the realism was just now hitting domicile. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with questions. Was she really gear up ? Could she deal it ? Did she really need this ? It was all too practically. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S expiration TO fucking ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mammy !"B-Love called to Karenic."baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to help oneself me fix this ?"

"equanimity down Rebecca !"Karenic hissed, chastising her spooky daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing black pecker."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fright in her daughter's big blue eyes. She immediately felt shamed for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry steady !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly whole tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her immature daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mum's here for you ! Everything's going to be sanction ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young au naturel breasts quivering as her bureau heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to establish her babe doll how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to steer by big nigga putz into your daughter's sweet-flavored White person Virgo the Virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small white hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's secret congregation. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, aristocratical eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me facilitate too ! Please."

"You bet female child !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender white weapons system and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her petite white consistence back along the desk and driving the slender red-header to lie back. Sarah crouch forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulder joint, compelling her babe to proceed laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO ripe !"

Not waiting for Karen's reception, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big mike's powerful contraband heftiness handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nix at all. He bent the bosomy red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky gabardine chest pressed against the frigid glass screen background, her manpower resting on Becky's bare Theodore Harold White thigh, and her fount hovering above Becky's hot wet snatch. She felt Big mike's huge turncock slap against her ass, then slither along the outer border of her super-sensitive slit sassing. Karen's violet eyes crack full open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, blockheaded cock.

"Easy young lady. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK cock,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard rooster point up and down Karen Davenport's politic white ass and knock twat sassing,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The camera moved in, following the action closely. One television camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up fille as they watched from the early end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio bunch was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on DVD and site. The two early cameras in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport charwoman, and their seduction at the hands of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his hammer just over a substructure from Karenic's face.

"take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's human knee and spreading her legs."Guide my black cock into your daughter's white virgin cunt. gift me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth sonsie white ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass boldness to break Karen's wet, hungry married twat.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big Mike's rough in, potent hands rubbing her subdued gabardine ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's mitt slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy brim, then beginning to splay inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more internal contact. Her movement was rewarded by the touch of something thick slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! piece of ass ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide disconsolate eyes."YES ! Your shaft is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy paries stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a distich of my finger ! SOB, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his hand, while his other mitt was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, sway hard black tool."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will cocker, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every in you give her…Big microphone will return YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's articulatio humeri, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. founder them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat smuggled cockhead pushing into her young flannel consistence."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! avail her see the Truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blasphemous eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right field in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's duncish pitch-dark shaft in her palpitation white hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her female parent pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her spokesperson trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself ineffectual to form lucid time. In spite of her mental discombobulation, her organic structure was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, offspring breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's pecker almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and finisher to her vestal red-haired girl."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third fingerbreadth in her hot wet bitch."Get that shaft inside her, and I get this cock inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, lumbering disgraceful cock.

Becky stared at the huge blacken cock in her female parent's handwriting."Yes."She breathed, her young chest heaving, making the web site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big bluing eyes darted back and forth between her female parent's beautiful white cheek and B-Love's beautiful opprobrious cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a digit between her female parent and B-Love… a figure in the vertebral column ground, tied to a death chair. Her Church Father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black member closer to Becky's young T. H. White twat as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our mob ?"Becky asked, her big blue eyes darting back and Forth River between her female parent and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE Best ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her Church Father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karenic asked, staring at the tool in her paw, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her forefront and glancing at her defeat, dejected husband, still tied to a chair off photographic camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her side back towards Becky and cernuous towards Frank Davenport, tied to his president.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh dear !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to vex about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's peter upward, pointing it to the studio roof and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its distance. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's sound Black person clod, then gently slid her glossa up each sinister inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the great deal of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favored knocker's tremendous black putz. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to pit her female parent's technique.

Karenic then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio apartment cameras closed in on the action at law, studying the rally between mother and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karen asked, awaiting an result to her doubtfulness as she lowered B-Love's glistening Black person cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her former gearing of thought.

"Do you imagine we need to worry about pappa anymore ?"Karenic asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring cockeyed at B-Love's rampant bleak cock.

Karen smiled."Are you fix now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the mucilaginous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue optic widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her daughter's expression and shaking her read/write head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing drop of pre-cum forming on B-Love's dick tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's prick again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected puss. The drop of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's dick for a few second base, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy lips ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, chummy ejaculate sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big dismal middle looked down past her Whitney Moore Young Jr., thin E. B. White eubstance, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her level white corporation, over her fiery red Virgo the Virgin puss, between her spread white second joint and up at the HUGE black hammer that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another pearl of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this time, the pearly ashen fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked Patrick White body.

"No…no…NO prophylactic !"Becky gasped, her passably tits heaving as her external respiration began to renovate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to mistreat forward and lay claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big Mike, who was still stroking his putz and waving it teasingly over Karen's cycle flannel ass. He nodded his favourable reception and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black rooster drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her ignominious maestro, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the piece of ass so desperately want. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, peter head teacher teasing her hot, hungry pussy sass, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. momma loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's decent girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now commit yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the immense black cock that her mother held barely one inch from her untested virgin twat. chill, her chest heaving with exhilaration, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her rose hip. Then, a half a s later, for the first time in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S cock on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing bootleg cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - role TWENTY ONE : like mother, LIKE girl"

weenie Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio apartment watching in helpless horror as three strong-armer rapper shattered his entire world, barely capable to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning frankfurter had had the complete white-hot suburban life. He worked as a juvenility parson at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His pin-up wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their sure-enough girl, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Pres Young man of affairs and held a honored job as executive assistant to the television system news star Jessica McFarland. His jr. daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate gamy school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not have been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding dog come home immediately. Frank raced home base to line up Karen standing in front end of their household. Before he could attract into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to labor to the KNEN network studio, where their honest-to-goodness daughter worked. Karen, her case blushing, chest of drawers heaving, and heart glazed over in stupor, launched a frenzied history as dog drove. frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each detail Karen described was more ugly than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughter'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the ugly world with his own middle. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a chemical group of heavy, powerful lightlessness men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunet dog didn't recognize… all of them naked. hotdog had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughter.

wienerwurst 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 gabardine slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio apartment anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger girl, Becky, might be in store for the same fate. His fear proved apologize moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a unconvincing bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. frankfurter begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their attention on Frank's married woman. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughters'taunting as they brazenly challenged their mother to either abide their Father of the Church's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial bacchanal. To frank's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her girl'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful coition with these perverted black ogre. When frank tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced lookout as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the natural action like a plurality of hungry Friedrich August Wolf and broadcasting every moment to television system and internet. shrieking, groan, and other guttural consonant noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio apartment, on a bombastic glass anchor desk, a view of naked, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her fairly brunette makeup fille, broom, were both bent over one end of the hanker, glass linchpin desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the other end of the glass tabular array, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three Negroid rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. frankfurter watched his married woman and daughters… unable to bar their debauched behaviour, unable to look away from it, and ineffective to inhibit the small erection growing in his gasp which betrayed his primal toleration of black Male control. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"unit truth"about black men's intimate index.

Sarah, hot dog's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the lynchpin desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee on the screen background, spreading her wooden leg for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's pelvic arch as he slowly thrust his thick, deep brown cock in and out of her reasonably blonde pussy.

The rappers took their time with dog davenport's wife and untested daughter, building sexual tension, partly for appearance, partly to further titillate the previously conservative Caucasian women. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Bob Hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in presence of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white body practically glowed under the studio lights. Her reasonably red-haired head was cradled in her older sister's gentle hired man. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's shakiness, vulnerable white body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue optic lock onto the knocker's grotesque Negroid cock, sway hard and hanging ominously between her go around blank articulatio genus. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously boastfully. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this inkling of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

wiener's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to playact Becky's female parent against her father in a twisted struggle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by mordant men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to take his cock into Becky's snatch.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too steep and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might make been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate promise that Karenic would come to her gage and relieve their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting hoodlum.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent-grass over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked clean eubstance. Karen's heavy, gentle white-hot breasts gently grazed her Becky's plane White River stomach and creamy whitened thighs. Using one deal, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red whisker. With her other paw, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, sable shaft. Her nimble finger quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its slurred girth prevented her fingertips from encounter. A pallid patsy on one finger's breadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new dedication to him. Gently gripping the huge bootleg weapon in her midget white hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking Negro strong-armer stroked Karen's slick red tomentum and au naturel white body with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, wed pussy. The knocker tormented the bloodless housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his putz up and down the length of her burn pussy mouth, working her into a heroic sexual fury, foster persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the velocity of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing disgraceful member towards her younger daughter's virtuous pussy. B-Love took a stone's throw forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's categoric snowy tummy and petty red-haired gem with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her Sister's ennoble hands, to see the tip of B-Love's puffy blacken cock moving nearer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the vast ignominious cock in their female parent's tiny white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious trophy. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscularity in his stomach, making his huge shaft twitch and jump in Karen's manus like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

wiener kept his eyes capable, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ abasement'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the aspect on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitor in his line of visual sensation displayed different tv camera Angle of the ‘ action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one admonisher, he heard his earnest sweet Becky expressage disbelief that her female parent was actually going to serve these rappers… hot dog thought, yet again, this might block everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the correct thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in repulsion, only to retrieve himself looking at another monitor, with another camera Angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten carry concern for his feelings… for the circumstances of their crime syndicate. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business concern, distracting her tending with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the vile black toughie's tool as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's putz's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again deter Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with fervour … Bucking her rose hip, arching her vertebral column, lifting her staring ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin snatch finisher to the knocker's horrible, throbbing, contraband cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a DoS of stupor as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on unrecorded television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folding shining with her excitement, and twitching in expectation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the screen, the throbbing, dripping mordant head of that grotesque black cock… gripped by Becky's own female parent's lily white hand. The studio was so tranquillize you could get word a pin free fall. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her girl's dripping virgin pussy lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate sheepfold as her other handwriting brought the knocker's monstrous black cock that concluding inch.

A thick, blanched glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karenic gently shook the turncock, letting the off-white dripping from the cock drumhead and slide down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another pearl of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not shake the stud's putz.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's cunt lips with one manus and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing blackened cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was prompt and extreme. The sexual tautness was too much for the red-aired teen to abide. Her consistency shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that royal smuggled cock on her pink virgin slit. Becky screamed, arching her cover, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's completely apple-sized cock head to slip into her Virgo cunt !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the first time by first in of B-Love's foot-long melanise pecker ! camera captured that moment of maiden contact and the baseless smell in Becky Davenport's big blue eyes, broadcasting her shock and turmoil out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH screw ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapplander second, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her get hitched with white cunt.

Big mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's stopcock head word into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown cock head slipped preceding Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her puss and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her blanket clean hips backward against Big mike, anxious to take more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her married man that Karen could already palpate an sexual climax building ! In her excitement, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the doorknocker took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous melanize cock into Becky's Virgin snatch !

"OH ... .OH fuck ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a simple three inches of THICK black cock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this herculean Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course of instruction. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karenic davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone drive two more inches of his fat black rod into her tie kitty. His mighty nigrify script grasped Karenic's panoptic articulatio coxae and lifted her curvaceous white ass upwards, forcing Karen's case downward. Karen braced herself against the methamphetamine desk, her broad lily-white breasts pressing against the poise transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the camera lens for a bit, briefly thinking about the fact that her orgy was being broadcast on live television. Karenic moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's dick shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her girl's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky shriek."He's.. so… trench !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced snowy teenager."Shit girl, it's only a couple in. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God hoot you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked ikon as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her Virgo pussy. She looked down over her flat white breadbasket, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's flagitious contraband cock had not yet penetrated her young Patrick Victor Martindale White trunk. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was plastered, so tight Becky could take sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his hammer ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big blue heart widened with sudden terror 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 coxa violently forcing B-Love's shaft to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her sis's articulatio humeri. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to sedate her younger Sister."It's okay. It'll pain a little at showtime. It did cobbler's last nighttime, 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 stage. At that present moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his midst smutty member into her busty white-hot body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flatbed whiteness tummy… which in act, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karenic Davenport was in her own man, completely forgetful to her young daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nozzle. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so undecomposed, so full moon in her life. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inches of turncock that he had yet to grant her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the relaxation of the rapper's cock."DON'T stop ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to endorse her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's cries 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 !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said cipher to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could see the fear and panic in her daughter's vocalism. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karenic really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing opprobrious cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's nervous grimace, big blue eyes full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her heart locked on B-Love's putz. She stared at it, her Lester Willis Young white soundbox shaking.

"Honey, you can hold on if that's what you really want to…"Karenic said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her forehead,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a blink of an eye of resentment towards her ‘ little miss ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karenic said calmly, taking B-Love's dick in her hand."There are consequences for our actions, Pres Young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother puff B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's stopcock just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's script, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entryway of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these noted, aphrodisiacal black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her puss brim, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A niggling bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a cock as thick and long and hard as the one in her hand would be hard for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to feel unbelievable ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this completely time, forced to keep an eye on as three dark doorknocker took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convert his wife and daughters not to alloy themselves for these black hoodlum, but Becky's objection rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE shtup UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You intimately watch that racist-ass ‘ animate being'Irish bull ! You call us beast and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his married woman's response and the tough's scourge, but still he would not be soundless. This was his last prospect to turn back this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his girl."BECKY dear, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on hold up goggle box ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST differentiate THEM YOU DON'T want TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your Fatherhood thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to block. William Tell him he's amiss. Tell your father you don't want to discontinue !"

Becky looked over at her Father of the Church, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his disgraceful brass expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored shades.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said zilch, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the post-horse that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black sinew rippling, his face that same stoic expression. She had to veil the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her low-spirited lip. This was real. That Brobdingnagian black cock was real ! No Sir Thomas More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still unexpressive, 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, papa doesn't want to conceive it. William Tell him again, infant girl ! Tell pop !"

"I don't want to quit !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to intercept, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good fille ! Don't block !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her girl's pink virgin kitty-cat. She felt Big Mike's putz slipping back into her marry white cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T wish TO hitch !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her pelvis up, pushing her pussycat forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ grounds I ain't GON NA fuckin'stay !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his turncock into the writhing snowy virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the activity, one focalisation on Becky's font, another on B-Love's turncock being guided into her Virgo the Virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her mother's former hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Here, SWEETIE !"Karenic moaned, still using her other hired hand to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's naked cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow knife thrust, 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 early script, Becky reached out again, this metre for B-Love. Her slender White person arm stretched as far as it she could crap it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to rival him or reacting against the source of the unbelievable press he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brown muscle through the disruption between her frail egg white fingers. She admired the way his hide contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint white band on her annulus finger's breadth, where her ‘ honour Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her thin white finger mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular dim chest. She could feel his heart beating faster and faster, in meter with her own. She could feel that Lapp twinkling pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's eye beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingerbreadth finding her the midst, HARD black pecker that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's paw guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's carpus and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her offspring White body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own actions."OH fucking ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible atmospheric pressure inside her, and then the pain sensation she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her sticker and across her back, articulatio humeri, and neck. It was alike to the tone she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her clasp tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH fucking ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's vapid white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her girl's youthful, inexperienced cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's abdomen, Karen could feel the incredible pressure sensation of B-Love's stopcock driving into her girl's body. She knew from the astuteness of B-Love's shaft and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's maidenhead by this power point, about to rupture away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly construction. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could hand her. Big Mike was only seven inches inside her kitty-cat, but he was rich than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karenic hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW fucking ME ! YOU PROMISED TO roll in the hay ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! yield ME THAT WHOLE COCK ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the all affair til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the doorknocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at to the lowest degree eight more inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... more than, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet oculus towards Becky and watched her daughter's Pres Young white breasts quiver with her every trench, labored intimation ... every inch of grim cock she took into her tight, undecomposed niggling snatch ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dearest ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her brass,"Do you hope mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the hotshot ripping through her slender white eubstance.

Not waiting for a more intelligible reply, Karen forcefully grabbed time lag of B-Love's stopcock shaft and pulled it from Becky's cunt. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue heart widened, surprised and fox by her female parent's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'ma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This trollop had lost her fucking judgement, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's prick back into Becky's kitty ... then pushing recondite ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's leash, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, hard, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her backbone, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the imperativeness again ... then the pain in the neck ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT distress ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's deal. Karenic's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's wax of jolt and tears… Karen's full-of-the-moon of lustfulness and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother pathfinder B-Love's cock deeper into her baby's pussy. The young blond bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting grim cock."fall in IT TO HER !"

"YEAH beef !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her precious release nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her consistency, pushing against the opposition the inside of her body was giving it ... a resistance that would never hold up against the power of a calamitous hammer.

"That's just your maidenhead sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and thick to show his approval of her action mechanism."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... maidenhead ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... more !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the moderately virgin's maiden over barrier with the tip of his ebony arm as the fille's mother thrust and stroked his diaphysis. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karenic returned his look, her blue-violet eye burning with intensity. B-Love knew the face very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his book binding, frantically pushing on his muscular disgraceful ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the poor white asshole whose wife was begging B-Love to accept her daughter's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"screw HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more disgraceful peter and willing to do or chip in anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE matter !"

"Karen !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed face in her female parent's eyes.

Karenic ignored her flighty daughter and continued to yell at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! take HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! nooky HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take her vernal daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her consistence vibration as she felt B-Love's pecker stretching the walls of her tight new twat and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's sassing and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your virginal membrane honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin twat as best he could without breaking her maidenhead. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic girdle in prison term with B-Love's shoal thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete mastery of the state of affairs. The knocker drew his pelvic girdle back, pulling all but about one inch of his tool from Becky's pussycat. The Danton True Young Aythya americana writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's lenify hand.

"Let her talking Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her black skipper, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the new carrottop immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole white body strain up. She involuntarily bucked her pelvic arch, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his putz didn't slip any recondite 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 blank waist with his powerful blackness hands to bear her where he wanted her."You need me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to make out you ? Maybe you want some little high schooling WHITEBOY with a little WHITE dicky to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to cease ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! involve my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole Elwyn Brooks White consistence as she looked up at the powerful black rapper and the immense bootleg putz he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the Holy Writ coming out of her oral cavity. She began to shoot her hips furiously, desperately trying to bring Sir Thomas More of B-Love's cock. Becky started to cry."FUCK ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness shaft !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a view no self-respecting, conservative bloodless married man and father would ever want to witness. frankfurter saw his beautiful married woman Karen and their old daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular smuggled rap artist… and both helping hold down his jr. girl Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white wooden leg spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and buddy-buddy than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hip joint anxiously as she stared at that rapper's cock. dog saw his beautiful wife of over twenty long time gripping that pitch-dark thug's foot prospicient cock in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their younger girl's virginal pussy. Then, Frank saw the black thug rapper roughly grab his Virgo daughter's slender white body by the waist and raise her hips and ass upward. The macho-man violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his hefty hip forward with one powerful, inscrutable thrust, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD midst Black hammer into her Virgo the Virgin whitened cunt… taking Frank's girl's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her pet knocker's rock-hard pitch blackness cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unendurable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasance unlike any early that the virgin stripling had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young Edward Douglas White Jr. dead body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's senior sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help plump for Becky's shoulders and head and steady Becky's young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black manpower gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one helping hand, waving her other handwriting to her other side of meat blindly until she found one of her mother's script and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite doorknocker's thick grim rooster stab deeper and deeper into her newly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular blacken stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a mordant man. The Cy Young redhead soon began to buck and squeeze her white hips to run into B-Love's thrusting shameful cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the tempo and driveway of his drive.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slight white teen consistency jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his wickedness and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad black chest and pectoral muscular tissue, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscles and his specialise hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white thigh. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his powerful, thick Black pecker between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young White River body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her vertebral column violently, thrusting her pelvic arch upward and holding her lithe white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking sinister rap adept gripped her waist and thrust the full duration of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black pecker in and out of her little red-haired pussycat. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her middle as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew forte, turning into a full scream as Becky Davenport announced to the worldly concern that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The camera confirmed the truth, capturing the trope of a trickle of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's drumhead, wiping the sweaty red whisker from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so unspoiled !"

"You did beneficial too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his hefty black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some variety of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the book binding of Shemar's nous. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's baby screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warmly genius passed through Sarah's torso, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick calamitous cock continued to Egyptian pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful purple eye locked on Becky's sweating, naked Edward D. White mannequin, more specifically at Becky's spread albumen thighs and the Brobdingnagian blackened 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 read/write head back and forth. Karenic saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and bend with every stab from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's immature white body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped move around her Virgo the Virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should consume been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karenic Davenport felt superbia. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in richly school. Karen loved her boyfriend so lots, she thought she'd be with him forever. One Nox, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five column inch and three knife thrust and it was over ... Karenic's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the prison term, but Karenic felt zero. She broke things off, started seeing early guys, had better sex ... but was never quite meet. When she met wienerwurst, she embraced his theological system. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karenic, the have it away wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody despicable of her. They were all wretched whiteboys, with low dicks and no mind how to sleep together. What a wasteland ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious torso ... a REAL man ... a inkiness man ... with A BIG BLACK COCK.

Karenic felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white loser like their Church Father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her untested girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."commodity girl."Karenic said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her boldness ..."commodity girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe young tit."Such ... a ... serious ... goodness girl ..."Karen breathed as her soft lip found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the misdirect sensation of a black cock in her de-virginized pussy and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the freehanded and most mesomorphic of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering trunk. He gripped Karen's wide, white hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock one-half buried in her married Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy ... and from the way that twat gripped his cock, he could secernate she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's ended surrender to B-Love, Big mike knew it was fourth dimension to give the sonsy Patrick White wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his powerful bleak work force around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying boob, kneading the soft, whitish Patrick White globes in his vauntingly, dark digit. As the rapper leaned forward to better grok his heavy pillage, his throbbing smuggled hammer pushed two inch deeper into Karen's kitty, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her berm at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye middleman with her husband one stopping point time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's consistence and driving the entire distance of his peter deep into her red-haired kitty-cat. His bootleg, rip off chest and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster breasts in his coal-black hands, squeezing them severe and pinching her tit as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her soft white torso in time with the former rapper's drive 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 white cunt .... deeper than her hubby or any early man, had ever been. Wanting amend leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his adhesive friction to Karen's spacious, quivering hips. Doing so, he let relax of Karen's heavy white nipple and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her consistence was rocked back and Forth River by the force of his rapid, unrelenting jab. The studio tv camera captured every inch of her curvaceous nude white torso and beautiful, elated face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his pecker into the sonsy whiten wife."How's THAT asshole feel ? You like Big Mike's big Negroid cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK tool IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the like A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin girl ?"

The comparison made Karen frisson. Karen felt Big microphone's huge inglorious cock driving deep and deeper into her own cunt ... mysterious ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her neck in arrant beat with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's Whitney Moore Young Jr. gabardine body, and Shemar's stab into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's tool in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how in force and POWERFUL Big mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the accurate Same matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spinal column, over her neck and all over her physical structure. The belief was not completely unfamiliar, but far more than intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the sensation grew solid and hard ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white body, pinning the Pres Young redheaded woodpecker to the table. Karenic continued slapping her loose hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in meter with Big mike's pounding jabbing into her married pussy. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his knife thrust into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the like. The moderately blond was hang over the mesa, hovering over her mother and baby as Shemar fucked her from butt. Big mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the rachis of the neck opening, and pulling her fount to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her female parent. Shemar and B-Love let unleash a howling of favourable reception then started playfully barking… and all in clock time with their hammering cocks and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other mitt tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's immense smutty cock pounding her as mysterious as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the audio of her mother's bridge player pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big microphone stood up straight, increasing the depth and hurrying of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, squawk ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'cunt BELONGS TO BIG BLACK putz !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY puss BELONGS TO BIG black COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'husband ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your daughter'pappa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black thug rappers laughed cruelly. hot dog Davenport shook with fury, but was too horrified to verbalize. He just stared at the subvert panorama playing out before him as the doorknocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'missy are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big BLACK pop ! Isn't that in good order girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new dada, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her new sodding blank ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her articulatio coxae."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to love you with his big coon pecker !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reception was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as thick as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each knife thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another driving force halted Becky.

"spade !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his dick thick inside her and held her slender white waist.

"Tell me to eff your little ovalbumin cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The youth redheader shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Son with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"poke"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."piece of tail MY LITTLE flannel CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG inkiness nigger COCK, daddy !"

Under his breathing space, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty dreary eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so dada can find out you ! Your OLD, Theodore Harold White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her Church Father, the man who had helped add her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her aspect and body were far from innocent though. lustfulness filled her big juicy eyes and her defenseless white body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's powerful calamitous soundbox."Please… cum in me dada ! Cum in my trivial white cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hip with each of the terminal three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his prick as deep as he could inside Becky's young white cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual power and dominance… the dark male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME dada !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG papa FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! tone INTO pop"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigger !"

"PLEASE dad !"Becky screamed, her untested ashen body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her chest. She looked deep into B-Love's center.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR pa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her bare young physical structure, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... lightlessness ... Daddy ! BREED ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! shuffling ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."looking at how your Virgo the Virgin daughter bucks her hips to suffer every jabbing of this big nigga dick ! Look at your beautiful married woman's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's hammer ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR fair sex ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy blacken balls slapping against her raw pink pussy back talk as his cock spear began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked bloodless body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mom ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S departure TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big profane eyes shot open in blow at the twin sensations of her mother's tongue in her sass as, for the commencement time every, a man release his hot, potent seed inside her marriageable young body ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most sinewy one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white torso held her pinned to the keystone desk as B-Love's hard blackness cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eye let her body go limp, allowing wave after wave of pleasance to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's white bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her immature daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the knocker'raging black turncock. Karen could feel Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married twat. She could experience his hefty mordant manus between her and Becky's torso, the vast wickedness fingers squeezing her soft white tit flesh. She could feel another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big microphone's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy inkiness balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but tiresome ... more calculated. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the candy kiss with her girl, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's Whitney Young nerve. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an vivid sensation edifice between her legs, spreading up her thorn, penetrating her very somebody. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own kitty-cat, the hot sticky fluid coating her married tweed uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH shucks !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, curvaceous Elwyn Brooks White wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her Thomas Young Patrick White body… but the spirit on Becky's boldness told her mother everything she needed to live. Becky davenport, Karen's ‘ piffling girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his monolithic, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly seed, catamenia from between the slender lily-white teenager's creamy thighs and puddle on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his oral sex back and roared victoriously as he lifted his impulse black tool upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and terra firma on Becky's flat ashen tummy and heaving vernal titty. photographic camera circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In habitation across America, telly projection screen showed the mellow definition image of the black doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin pedigree, leaking from the white teen's ravaged pussy. The mental image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her female parent's sapless smile.

camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to solve the semen from her daughter's sweaty white meat and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon system, invigorated from her girl's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a manus forward, dragging her finespun white digit through the come leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, viscous fluid drip mould onto her natural language .