E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT lightlessness PHALLUS ...

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The information processing system sieve flickered to life sentence with the image of a blazing sun. A low subtitle appeared in the lower left corner of the screenland :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Joseph Black penis / Label : E & I phonograph record ”.

There is no music at first, just the episodic pluck of a lonely guitar string. The movie whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's railway locomotive splatter and it pulls off to the side of the road. The television camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a Edward White family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his English. Sitting in the plunk for seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white girl. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the young woman's earbuds. The female child looks up from her folder and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her middle. The wife doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head teacher. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his bridge player and prancing around the presence of the car. Again, the heights school graduate rolls her eye, but then she looks down at her MP3 thespian, then at her cellular telephone phone. She picks up her cell earphone and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand tap mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE saboteur"on its covert. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her brain. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in figurehead of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling piranha again. The family now has all the car doors open, and are all sudation. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white build. The married woman sits beside him, several blouse clitoris undone, and fans herself with a clip. 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 motortruck with a winch drives up beside the family unit and Parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab doorway, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The threshold opens and a magnanimous black auto-mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a hard aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the prospect. The black car-mechanic is grandiloquent and very muscular, wearing some loose fitting jeans and a blind drunk tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the home car and smiles. Daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her Fatherhood and female parent get out of the car to recognize the mechanic. The husband opens the bonnet and tries to try the engine again, but the towering disgraceful car-mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The mechanic coup d'oeil over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her drumhead, clutching the car's strong-armer and showing off her lithe, scantily clad dead body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her ample breasts and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a great deal cutis she's revealing and turns away, blushing from superfluity. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her articulatio humeri at the shop mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the figurehead bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The car-mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her pie-eyed footling ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's flyspeck boxers, over her bland tan belly, her firm sweaty titty, pouting sassing, and ice puritanic heart. The stud makes eye inter-group communication with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the duration of the control stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample segmentation enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the automobile mechanic is satisfied with the oil Reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making for certain to make a span of extra significative thrusts as he drives it home. The mother pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap round continues as the lyric poem are faintly heard. The sound calibre on the video is poor, but lyric poem can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the female parent and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful smuggled arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful trunk, rippling with sinew. Mom's big gentle eyes widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his helping hand, the grease monkey takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the grease monkey's pouch and sees the twain of baseball glove he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. husband scratches his head.

The car-mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the backbone of his truck and begins to manoeuvre his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the claw to the bumper of the car. His heftiness flex, the swither making his shameful skin effulgence in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a pair of column inch, but draw comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The machinist manner of walking back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift movement, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* phone. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera Angle variety to testify the black 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 car-mechanic violently yanks his bang off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's stopcock. The camera returns to the premature tv camera Angle within a second, and the auto-mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the bang's dissonance, has missed all of this. The words continue :

"When yo'railway locomotive's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE tow car"

The mechanic Bend down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the function of the music picture. The mechanic activates the windlass, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The auto-mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the Bench stern, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the auto-mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her round ass a little push up into the seat. side by side, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The auto-mechanic then walks around the front of his hand truck and climbs up into the driver's backside, but as his massive black framing squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the shop mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an unfitting situation, the married man move for the wife to sit in his lap and give room for the girl. The wife declines the offer, and before the married man can take a firm stand, it's too recently. The daughter hops into the shop mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breast mere column inch from the mechanic's broad black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to beat back as the white stripling wiggle and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and founding father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the melanize mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his head left and rectify, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the automobile mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her finish, forcing her to lie back with her straits resting on one of his broad black shoulder. The mechanic glances downward, getting a birdie's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample T. H. White cleavage. The mechanic seems to have worry steering the truck, and the hubby glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth River as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic leer briefly, then looks at the White person stripling in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smiling slowly spreads across his grimace. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the splashboard and the driver's arm to prevent from slipping off his lap. The machinist looks over at the married man and nods toward the crime syndicate's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to repulse safely. The married man hesitates for a bit, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the Shirley Temple studhorse's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding pitch blackness stranger. The hubby then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange fretful flavor, the married man glances again at the mechanic and his girl, the married woman following his gaze. The husband furrows his forehead in worry, and the wife grin at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The hubby takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the hand truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench bum, indicating the wife should dart over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just bring up up your hoodlum,
I can fix you genuine good."

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the motortruck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the midsection of the bench seat. The shop mechanic begins to drive away sits back to hinge upon in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and girl in the large back end window of the hand truck cab. A worried tone creeps across the husband's nerve as he sees that in spite of the extra elbow room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the automobile mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very unsmooth drive in the towed family unit car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interfere, 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 grease monkey. She is glancing back at the married man, then back at the machinist and her daughter. The married man can see that his married woman's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's car horn, trying to get the truck number one wood's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the essence of the terrace and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the device driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his font. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a seat on the far side of the motortruck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At inaugural, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to prevent her back. The hubby sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hands and strength them down, under the truck's rear windowpane, out of prospect. The husband looks at his girl, a unusual wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the shop mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the shop mechanic. The hubby scout, confused as his wife shakes her heading and their girl continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and bearer her hands 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 married woman looks at the hubby again, mouthing the countersign"I'm gloomy"just before their girl pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The grease monkey seems distracted by something and the hand truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's fundament windowpane. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and wave at her father. She then prevail her hands up, palms facing one another, about a invertebrate foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite interpret and starts hitting the trumpet again and again until he sees his married woman's straits pop up from below the bum windowpane of the truck. His pretty white married woman is gasping and wiping her backtalk. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the grim mechanic. As the daughter does this, her Fatherhood briefly glimpses her plain white ass and realizes that she has shed her short pants and panties ! The Father of the Church watches, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pinko bikini top fluttering out the motortruck's window then whisked away by the hot desert lead !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his moderately white married woman looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his brain at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of ruth ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the figurehead of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her hubby, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding circle from her Andrew D. White manus, 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 last clip, blowing him a buss with one deal and wave goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a transposition. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a trashy crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safety period as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the miserable corner of the screen :"The wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black phallus / label : E & I Records ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocuous of the two little girl. Like her dear friend Lauren, Becky was XVIII and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring leafy vegetable eyes, and a Light sparge of freckle across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the picture would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's don was a very conservative man who attended church encounter twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her previous sis Sarah had been raised with conservative christian note value. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ out or keeping entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these dominion with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the family. Her parents had deep fear about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring upside to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did almost of the other elevation worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three multiplication Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of clock time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in bitchiness of the number of male child who desperately tried to score her. Maintaining her virtue was no superficial effort for a high-school older as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would remain a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as dotty as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild bar that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in euphony. Becky loved rap medicine, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ belowground'rap group called"Shirley Temple Black penis ”. The Sung were respectable, though moderately risque. Becky began looking for more of the Sung dynasty on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"blackness Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on pornography sites for some rationality. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computing machine prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. blackamoor genus Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in topical anaesthetic music storage, so Becky had to micturate do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were storm that conservative Becky davenport had become a fan of Shirley Temple Black Phallus. She explained that while the words were shocking at commencement, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to trip the light fantastic toe. What she didn't mention to her funny friends was that the Sung dynasty were stirring inviolable impulse than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that cautious Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus Sung dynasty to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to gossip, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their medicine videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"wilderness huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it score you inquire if the rumour are confessedly ..."

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

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

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

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

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are to a greater extent ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her fervor, afraid that Lauren would remember her interest was less than level-headed."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software blocks the site."

Lauren didn't seem to comment Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the only 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 know about the interview ? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

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

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

"OMG, they are ! ?"Becky's big green heart 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 favorite 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 bulwark, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met fame at the studio, and had gotten signed photo for her Sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP base on balls to the studio.

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and talk about their medicine being so popular in the nightclub, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're unquiet to go on television for a ‘ hold out no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show US and the rest of the world what total darkness 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 website says the audience will be populate and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view variety of deal. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming video thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

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

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

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered thinker to envisage how practically lively the inkiness member music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her judgment began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually expressed total darkness Phallus might make their music videos. The idea of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to flush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of course ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's centre widen with curiosity, she decided to rally her sheltered supporter a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their hold up shows ! I wonder if the interview will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ state of nature ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex parties that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the celluloid set of their euphony videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagery. 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 come over to my home that night, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her savvy admirer."I ... I think I should call in my sister !"

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

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In the two years since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of virtually recognized and respected Whitney Young women in American tv set journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the passel communication theory field, and immediately found employ with a cablegram newsworthiness network. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the spring chicken and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-priced. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a sea wolf figure, unflawed white skin colour, dazzling grin, and big blue center. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde tomentum that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same clock time had a kind of mild huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'cheek, ‘ not-so-innocent'vox, 36c/d-28-36 image, and her aphrodisiacal kit, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment newsworthiness reputation. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a yr of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household public figure. Before long, her film graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative whirl for modeling and advertising workplace. While Jessica loved the tending, she was frustrated that it seemed to center so much on her visual aspect. Money and exposure were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or posture, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and spiel down her youthful image, and began to enclothe a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her notable form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff uncovering shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in glowering colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the sensitive, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in nastiness of the fact that her mien had increased the mesh's valuation ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could subscribe the various clay sculpture and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for replacement at the end of one twelvemonth, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and to a greater extent say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more than in-depth audience, with jittery, more controversial celebrities. The meshwork however, being rather Conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment newswriter ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could leave office, and try greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her populace was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her hubby Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the estimate 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 earpiece call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the boniface of a word program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In accession to a sizable new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full stave at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main linchpin of a appearance would give Jessica the opportunity to purport floor ideas, and to do in-depth interview with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole meshing was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was picayune risk in taking the job. The mesh was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no cosmic string attached, so even if the electronic network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The inducement were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, baton, for a easygoing job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could separate that this electronic network, unlike her current employer, would give her the dainty her like the valuable plus she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the go from KNEN, King Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly loaded and muscular network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the intelligence media… minority and youth food market. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current amour reporting with an high-strung youthful image, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented stave to stick out that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that Shirley Temple Black males seemed to comprise the absolute majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had sassy fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea spring weewee in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only matter that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less concerned in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

truncheon McFarland, too, always had a healthy supplying of bottled pee in his office, but unlike his married woman, baton was not well-chosen at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making More money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his colleague. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many blacks ! he-goat had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, he-goat was tied to his desk day after day, often working lately Night, doing the study that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible for to see done.

baton wanted to quetch to his supervisor, but they were all Shirley Temple Black men. He couldn't even bring himself to enjoin Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters worse, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to wee her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and nightstick's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been able to make love to his young, aphrodisiacal wife to a greater extent than twice since the movement to KNEN six month ago. nightstick knew that he was the only thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her hubby's sudden want of interest in her consistence ... confused, saddened, and unsated. She could recite there was something wrong, but as practically as she loved nightstick, and as bore as she was for their sex life to return to convention, she didn't have time to incur out what the problem was. There were other matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming consultation with the controversial rap chemical group,"Black penis ”.

"total darkness genus Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club electrical circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extreme vehemence. What was unusual was that Shirley Temple penis's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagination, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their telecasting had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, lightlessness Phallus refused to appropriate any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The medicine video channels refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit depicted object, and thus, the early Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus video were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The tow car ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the radical had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to accept an impact on popular culture. Thus every powder store, television program, and news meshing remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an consultation, yet nobody could ever look to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the unimaginable. Negroid Phallus agreed to an sole interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the radical had been reached after calendar week of broad, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The dialogue were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive audience. She was even more surprised to bring out that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three 24-hour interval to set up ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, expert opportunity to demonstrate that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the consultation. Aside from this being her first Major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very little sentence to do any research on the radical. info was limited, since no audience had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of worry tracking down a written matter of the group's CD and video, before one was finally provided to her by black Phallus's disk recording label, element X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and agreements that KNEN had been forced to do, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The net wanted an exclusive, no holds barred consultation with the rap chemical group, a live studio performance, and the right field to prove any or all of the never-before-seen medicine videos that the chemical group had produced. In exchange for this, the grouping demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime quantity time'eventide to"Black phallus ”, whether or not the unit of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the radical demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any kind on the consultation, nor on the music TV. Further, the group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio apartment crew would not be salute. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political eyeshot, the mathematical group insisted on extra security system measures, including security control of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the chemical group demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain date, due to their mean schedule. This last stipulation had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three years to fix for her interview. Being a hip, jumpy, minority-oriented cable news network, KNEN was in a position to fill the radical's demands. The John Roy Major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship topic. To invalidate any potential FCC dirty word ravishment and number, the web had suggested the melodic theme of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit substance'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually denotative nature, and inappropriate for those under XVIII years of age, and some former spectator ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members segment of KNEN's web site, and inkiness Phallus's website, with the Lapplander obscenity word of advice. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to do some sort of horrific packaging stunt. Even if the forefend FCC fines, they risked million of dollars worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In malice of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the single audience would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's shape were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the official tale of how the lot was reached.

The truth was that both Black member's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Lapp organization, Solomon King's jet black & Ivory enterprisingness, Inc. To help mist this connective from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the only if interview that Black penis would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several clientele, all with one Major order of business, the intimate dominance of black men over T. H. White women. For the nigh part, E & I controlled business sector were very subtle in their onward motion of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to heighten dim men's frame and sexual might.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost indocile intimate arousal in women, and induce impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was truncheon's water. This was standard operational subroutine. Over the yr E & I had used these chemical to quietly subdue individual char and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other materials to set ahead E & I's agenda. For security role, none of the apparently ‘ legitimise'business concern that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a event, E & I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no musical theme who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connector between these commercial enterprise and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced contraband men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate welfare.

Black Phallus's record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial composition. The plan was that the angry young opprobrious males and disaffected Andrew D. White younker that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. total darkness male would turn more sexually strong-growing, and be encouraged prosecute sexual encounters with tweed women. White male would commence to see dim males as intimate higher-up, and experience embarrassed about their sexual insufficiency and small penises. White daughter who heard the music would begin to see E. B. White male person as despicable and pitch-black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

lightlessness genus Phallus was the anchor of the element X label. The group was comprised of chemically raise black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performer. Every song on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate might of black men, and subverting white male sex. The ism that the radical advocated was that total darkness men were the sexual alpha Male of the human backwash. As such, black males had the rightfield to fuck and breed any char, every char, they wanted… even married women, and especially white women. What practiced way to bear witness their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American language icon on television ? So it was that Black Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her oral sex around her boss 's unresolved office door ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"Black person Phallus"CD and euphony videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her untested supporter and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a spile of papers on the left of her desk. Sarah put the stuff on top of the document stack. Before Sarah left the way Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenty, with long dark-blonde whisker that she usually wore tied back with a magnanimous bow or typewriter ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing shadow colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unstylish manner of glasses. Although she might throw behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and design were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attention a second thought though, as she was very buttoned-down and engaged to be married. She was kind of an unacquainted, but quite bright, with an first-class disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few month they'd worked together. They were on first name price, though Sarah thought it important to bring up to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at employment. Anything less might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to create sure she never harmed Jessica's career 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 speech sound,"Just so you understand, I wo n't be here myself, I 'm in a meeting for the rest of the day, but I 'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the liquidator down and turned to her lovely Lester Willis Young assistant.

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

"Thank you Sarah."Jessica smiled,"Have you had any fate in your problem with the calculator ? ''

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

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde supporter smiled weakly. She felt golden to be an supporter for someone who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm for sure I can lick it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guy messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll cause sentence to figure out it while you're at your merging ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the consultation with inkiness penis is tomorrow night ? Some of their congresswoman are coming by to check out the studio apartment. I need you to demonstrate them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

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

'' I 'm sorry Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't have in mind to be hard ... it 's just ... that group. They have a repute ... I'm a fiddling worried about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her supporter 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to sustain me here Sarah. Put on a gay face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these grouping are, it's probably all just a lot of shock absorber economic value plug and range anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be all right. '' It was slow for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the television, and she'd been unable to get copies until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to make forfeiture to get the first base crack at the storey. The group had only had a couple of evenings destitute to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two Clarence Day !"

The story about Black Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The very reason that Jessica was being limited to two twenty-four hours of research time was a security system precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon tycoon wanted to make sure enough there was little or no hazard for her to recover a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap mathematical group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very spiritualist about coarseness and sexually explicit textile, and had always attributed it to her religious fostering. But hearing that Sarah's younger baby grew up in the Saami house 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 time, 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 booster into the studio that night ! As if I would be a political party to her listening to that stain ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to receive these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so deplorable Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiation around this interview, I doubt we can experience a VIP Edgar Albert Guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the group will give their own protection as well."

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their telecasting during the show and those affair are supposedly almost adult. I don't want my sister seeing that vulgarism, or meeting those creep. I can't consider she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped expose her to any more of that vulgarism !"

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's agreement with Black Phallus allows for nakedness, profanity, and sexual routine during the hale programme. In fact, the completely broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exclusion of the mature depicted object disclaimers and a script full of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The meshwork makes no warranty of the nature of the program's contentedness. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

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

Like the reports about Negroid Phallus's limited availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a wrap up chronicle. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television formatting and the web simulcast. Such programme, with unassailable disclaimers, would tolerate them to send sexually explicit euphony videos, free of FCC intervention. Of course of instruction, it would admit them to circulate any sexually expressed content ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpirate in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by telecasting sales of that very programme !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breathing space. The trueness was, she was a short worried, but was forcing herself to remain lull."But I'm a professional diarist, but these bozo are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first-class honours degree IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's lead reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any hurt ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to deepen the issue from those awful black rappers to her recent employment."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the closed chain to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a bedaze family heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and diamonds. The platinum ring was etched and inlaid with a frail amber approach pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's prolonged fitting fitting. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's syndicate ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her thinker wandering to her late desires and recently frequent cerebration of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As hard as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my notion. I mean, believe that my trunk is a temple, and that my virginity is a natural endowment to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before matrimony because I believe its wrong. The only intellect Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really unmanageable for him. But he's going to be so throb that we waited !"

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

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, 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 ! nightstick would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his late ‘ problem ’. No matter how frustrating her married man's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young repository !

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the group meeting could run a slight foresighted. I might not even be back in the government agency today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to gamble re-opening the content she had barely closed. Billy's powerlessness had become a reference of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to take aim that danger again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're interest about those guys from Onyx phonograph record coming tonight. Don't headache about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me make love ! reply any query they have, facilitate them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

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

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

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

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Sarah was in her small office, neighboring to Jessica's, running diagnostic plan on her information processing system for much of the day. zilch she tried seemed to shape, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computing machine when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to feel two very expectant, very muscular, very blackened gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a melanise suit of clothes, the former was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy knickers turnout, almost like pajama. He also wore a twosome of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't aid but line up both of the men very well-favoured. In add-on to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their hide was a flawless, rich, ardent, chocolate brownness. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

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

"My name is Tom Watkins, I'm a representative for Black 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 clumsy silence while Sarah tried to assemble her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

"Oh !"Sarah blushed, holding the ring up for the men to see."Thank you ! I just got engaged a few months ago."For some ground, Sarah felt almost ashamed to admit 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 handwriting in his heavyweight black ribbon. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens crank. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to appear 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 hold it up, gently stroking her laurel wreath with his strong fingerbreadth while he continued silently admiring her booking anchor ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her paw away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were unsounded for several seconds before Sarah worked up the brass to mouth to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hired hand.

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

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

Sarah shivered, but kept smiling brightly as she lowered her hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to flesh out, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for elucidation."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 groin ... the same one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The Lapplander one that had been building up over the last few weeks. The Lapplander ... but stronger.

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

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her small lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank black genus Lens on the vacuous Negro face of the second man. He smelled so right !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the irregular man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily maltreat backward into her office,"I have a big musical composition of gear wheel that I need you to help me try tonight. It could hire much of the night, but I trust I can consider on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a enchantment, still staring into the highly reflective genus Lens of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her contemplation ... her touchy clean feature framed and overwhelmed by his masculine Joseph Black lineament."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to avail you in any way that I can."

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

That door was still closed 3 time of day later, when Jessica returned from her group meeting. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black penis"videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's function door, and heard the plain sounds of her young supporter moaning and cuss, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's unregenerate 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 howdy, 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 come up 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 help it. It had been month since the two of them were insinuate, and researching Shirley Temple member's sexually expressed lyrics had only heightened Jessica's intimate tension. Even talking about sex in wispy condition seemed to do her farseeing for a fucking 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 focus, but he wouldn't distinguish her anything. shucks him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. Billy was her married man, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's doorway, she would ingest been shocked by the sight. The office was a fix. paper had been thrown around the room. The calculator, that had been giving Sarah so much difficulty throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded reckoner, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, bare mass of dark and E. B. White lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH the Nazarene FUCKING Jesus Christ ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive Black person cock pushing recondite and deeper into her recently pair of virginals white snatch. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted fuzz and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her pretty white font. Her beautiful T. H. White body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a slim bed of glistening travail that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked white eubstance was flex over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah's broad, flabby, Patrick White tit. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her easy Theodore Harold White flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen 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 lightlessness hands on her petite white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive black putz into the jolly white-hot assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah davenport was touting her feeling. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a talent to be given only to the man she would splice ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four geezerhood that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black studhorse she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her trunk as a plaything for their entertainment. It felt so right ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH love piece of tail GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Savior ... nooky ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ base'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the death few hours ...

"SHIT THIS BITCH IS roll in the hay TIGHT ! !"The nameless big pitch-dark in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The black laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unidentified macho-man asked."William Tell me ... how long has that piteous speechless whiteboy been waiting to sleep together THIS pussy that I'm piece of ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG spade COCK ?

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

"Four eld WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black-market in the shades increased the pace of his driving force."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the black laughed at their own prank enquiry, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling belly laugh of orgasm. She had waited XXIV years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four yr to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four proceedings !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

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

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

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud poker fucked her pussycat, and Tom Watkins fucked her backtalk and bosom. As they wanted, she was still screaming the number one wooden-headed cat valium of Watkins'hot cum blasted her fairly white human face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's rooster shooting its hot, potent source into her no-longer virgin livid pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black scantling threw some clothes on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak wooden leg and surveyed the topsy-turvyness of her place. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her Sister, lying on the story. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to match the Black penis rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the future night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

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

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. expression, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a second. Sarah didn't want to just come in 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 issue of 60 minutes."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black genus Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too taut for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to do sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch 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 sis. She wanted to get her some opprobrious cock."Becky ... make for certain you keep your speech sound on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home plate for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hobble dick. It was rarified that he ever got home plate before Jessica these day, so he wanted to take advantage of the clock time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an time of day, but couldn't manage an hard-on. He gave up and switched over to some net television receiver. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little strip ribbing for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and pantie. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the boldness and giving his dick a gentle liquidity crisis. diffused and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her foiling."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slackness, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't piece of work on her disintegrating sex living and marriage, she could work on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home billet, powered up her computer and began studying her research and enquiry that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over doubt again and again, thinking of s and third line of merchandise of questioning. She thought of dissimilar ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music telecasting. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her fourth dimension as respectable she could. She looked at the course listing on the CD, and marked the cut that were on her euphony DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the fuss of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was skinny to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a pair of earphone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some lyric poem from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a transcript of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR euphony videos. Every single Sung on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad countersign though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with blanched women, all kinds of white charwoman ; younger, one-time, unmarried, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner note of hand. The mathematical group contended that all of the strain on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the birdsong, particularly the some of the narrative that the songs told.

This first song was called"sizing Department of Energy matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's straight, size DOE affair !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The vocal underscored the unanimous philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every runway on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the protraction of a ridiculous myth.

"fix"was about a black history project in a college stratum, where white scholar had to get ‘ slaves'for black educatee for two weeks. The whiteness female students end up becoming sex hard worker for black men, while the white Male students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the unconscionable story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a glorious political sarcasm about raceway carnal knowledge and the fearfulness that many tweed have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy tough ?

As Jessica continued listening to the usurious stories the songs told, the explicit language slowly started to originate on her. Many of to a greater extent the songs seemed to be spit in buttock. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some form of racial satire, and that the ‘ admittedly floor'claim were just part of the act, made to generate controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a White person man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the disastrous neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the bias veneration that albumen people have of sustenance in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher encyclopaedism"was about an suburban High schooling that has to adjust to an influx of African-American scholar when an inner urban center schooling closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of scholar to teachers will be thrown out of counterweight ... but really, they just don't want Negro in their mostly white school day. The song goes on to name how the smutty male person elder seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this call as an development of racist fears and social comment on white escape from the inside city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a white man vying for a furtherance. He invites his black knob home for home-cooked epicure dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy Edward D. White wife, he tells the twain that he'll give her married man the promotion, if she lets him be intimate her. The hubby wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the White married woman on the dinner party table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The future week, the knob gives the packaging to another black man ... whom the snowy wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to give up approving action.

"feel Stick"was about a white college cheerleading police squad throwing a victory saturnalia for the black basketball team. There was a ‘ humourous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the contender shoal's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was diffident what the vocal was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't aid but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric words to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite effective. The heavy bass rhythm were stiff and coursed through her body, making her neediness 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 professorship and affect around the room.

Jessica let the stabilize, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the music continued. It had been a hanker sentence since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a lilliputian excited. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the call began to look at. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her music TV, and that she'd wanted to bound off it.

'' Nigga In The Wood agglomerate '', the next racetrack, was an even more humorous song than the previous ace. Using music samples from the old zany love birdsong,"You're Having My babe ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first off child. When the baby is born, its black, and the hubby discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"Dear John"was about a clean girl writing a break-up letter of the alphabet to her high-school sweet heart ... explaining that she's discovered Shirley Temple MEN at college !

"Hot Patrick Victor Martindale White mummy"was about the plight of a"afters Edward Young white wife"to have a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a white char who finds herself compelled to hold her high-school-soccer playacting son's pitch-black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist tweed college little girl who is raging that her parents'marriage is ending because of her female parent's involvement with a Negro man. The black man moves into the house and has to assert his authorization over the daughter showing her just why her mother left her Church Father for him.

"Man Of The menage"told the tale of a black drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative folk, and how within a week he seduced both of the family unit's Twin Falls daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both little girl at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The finish track was the deed of conveyance track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so a lot that she failed to acknowledge that this Song dynasty was featured in one of her medicine television, and that she'd intended to skip it. The Sung dynasty underscored the ism of blacken male intimate transcendency and potentiality, from the Angle of ‘ born extract ’. blackness men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to engender any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially blank women. Every womanhood, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by total darkness men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the last raceway, Jessica was sweating, and her total body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed nightstick, and she needed him…immediately. She threw undetermined the doorway to her office and went to her sleeping room. nightstick was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nada. She gently bit his earlobe. billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her spot, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and luxuria. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too injury up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music picture on her desk and grabbed the statute title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"Patrick White Wedding, Blacked St. Bride ”. It was the one lead that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine video recording into her reckoner. Not wanting to stir up he-goat, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to view the video. Within seconds, the lumbering pound of the bass voice coursed through her soundbox, again igniting a attack that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big amobarbital sodium eyes locked onto the CRT screen as the showtime prototype flickered to living. What happened next 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"Caucasian Wedding, Blacked St. Bride"euphony video seemed to be a series of vignettes about Brigid ditching their grooms on their marriage ceremony day, so they could be with sinister men. The TV opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's wedding party March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female person chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The porta vista showed the rappers standing on a degree exchangeable to those one would see in a striptease lodge, sodding with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained field glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windowpane. The professional dancer were all young Theodore Harold White charwoman, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with full breast and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some variety, white high-heels, and some skimpy whiteness intimate apparel. One missy, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and panty. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third lady friend, a redheader, wore a lacey bra and lash scanty, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background signal were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper pole', similar to those fit in strip nightclub. Jessica noted that the celestial pole were painted a plentiful, iniquity reddish brown Brown and were highly polished. As the girl danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished Robert Brown magnetic pole, they mouthed the Word to the `` I Do '' desist. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big depressed center directly into the tv camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black person Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notation about the words. But as the Sung continued, it became seeming that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the distaff Greek chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The CRT screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her ostler, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the medicine continued, the television camera stab showed that the St. Bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the secure man… a handsome, bald, contraband man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The Saint Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The stud runs his tongue over his backtalk slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her diddle nervously with her nosegay.

The prospect changes to the cheery exterior of the church as the bride and stableman emerge to a shower of rice or bird feed from all many of the marriage ceremony Edgar Guest. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the room access for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can mount in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A with child black script reaches out, and closes the door. The bridegroom and the marriage ceremony Edgar Guest stand, stunned, on the Christian church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new St. Bridget. The usual"Just Married"foretoken has been replaced with a preindication that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the inside of the limousine, to a near up of B-Love rapping while riding in the rachis. The camera pulls back to divulge the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love 's bare shameful legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil bounce gently with her motion. Her chief British shilling are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that view. She wanted to be offended by such a clamant disrespect of the institution and spirituality of wedlock. Instead, the nerve of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the silver screen, and the steady pulse of the sea bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the outcome on the screen, she'd stopped taking government note. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her jetty.

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

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This time, the circumstance is a large and expensive looking response Charles Francis Hall. It 's a unlike wedding ceremony, with a dissimilar stableman, and this time the bride is the Aythya americana. We see the bride and stableboy in the response line, greeting their Edgar Albert Guest. A gravid fatal man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her manus and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad white meat. Her eyes widen in seismic disturbance momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and endeavour to pull her away ... but she slaps his handwriting, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the Shirley Temple man, still kissing the St. Bride, grabs the husband's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the storey. Then, as all the node stare in jounce, the fatal he-man picks up the St. Bridget and carries her away. She tosses her nosegay over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The miss holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another melanize stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hired hand, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black stud ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the prospect cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Saint Bridget, mouthing the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her morass ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a lifelike response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more delirious as she watched the side by side sketch Menachem Begin ...

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This sketch shows this pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White Bridget dancing with her groom. A total darkness stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his boldface stare into the St. Bridget's eyes, taps the bridegroom on the shoulder joint and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic toe with the bride. The groom seems to object at commencement, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the stableboy away. The grim he-man pulls her close for the terpsichore, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black he-man grinning ... There is another cut, this time to a spacious dead reckoning of the saltation floor, full of social dancer. We see the hostler, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dancing trading floor. The camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a fold up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge white skirt hitched up around her waist, while the smuggled scantling push against her mercilessly ... all in metre 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 throw of passion, so enraptured with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video recording ! Her side was thrill, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her kitty-cat while watching the action mechanism unfold. Her nimble white fingerbreadth probed cryptic and deeper into the faithful of her pinko slit, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in speech rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to rest unfastened and focalize on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next sketch played ... and the next ... and the following.

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

We see a white bride and hostler posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The bridegroom lovingly feeds his Bridget a bite of cake. There is a fatal waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a small-arm of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his case. While the stableboy is wiping frosting out of his middle, the black waiter whisks the Saint Bride and the bar out of reception foyer and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the Saint Bride's expensive white-hot dress fabrication in a passel on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the Saint Bridget lying across the kitchen's planning board. She wears goose egg but a few strategically placed smears of white patty ice. She writhes in ecstasy as several duo of large black hired man smear more cake frosting all over her milky tweed skin. The camera circles the table as a great, half-naked black men surround the writhing Caucasian Bridget and get licking the frosting off her naked organic structure. The photographic camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald-headed head ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the sinister man's bald promontory !

Another vignette shows a pretty blond, sitting at the banquet table with her groom. The groom is talking to his outflank man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder joint and whispers in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Son to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the student residence, to a binding room. Opening the door, she finds 3 blackness men groping her maid-of-honor. The St. Bridget smile and turn to the Saint Bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink clothes. The Brigid turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the feast way. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to amount back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows various quick track of hands ( grim men's hands and White women's custody ) ripping the Edward D. White gown from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Saint Bridget adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the way, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the Saint Brigid sitting there, the janitor pauses for a import, smiling at the lovely white female child. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and rosiness. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the binding way. We cut to wedding company in the front of the church service, waiting for the Saint Bride so they can lead off the ceremonial occasion. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing elbow room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks undefended to give away her beautiful white girl on her knee joint ( back to the camera ) kneel in presence of a black man in her good bridal robe ! The mother stares for a consequence, before another black man, who was standing behind the doorway grabs her and tangle her into the room.

This adjacent vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the verge of her honeymoon suite. The stableboy kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to hire a shower 1st. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the bath. Then there is a whang at the threshold. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary feeding bottle of champagne. The bride smile and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the ostler is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the unsympathetic bathroom door ... and back at the Saint Brigid. 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 foot under her dress.

The next shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the way of the photographic camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the blind, are the bride 's ramification sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black-market man rises from between the girlfriend 's legs, blocking our sentiment of the bridegroom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in sentence with her leg bound, and the beat of the bass part. We ca n't see any natural process below his waist, but he is au naturel his muscular pitch blackness body shines with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the St. Brigid. All the while, he continues thrusting, in prison term with the music 's pulsation. The bride's lily livid helping hand run up over his chest, and around his shoulder joint and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera snapshot. The stableboy 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 open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her deal from her panties ... and found herself looking at a bedevil, and shocked hubby. billystick stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the open door of Jessica's office, his center glancing from his married woman to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his look perfectly matched that of the teary stableboy in the honeymoon suite.

'' dear ... I 'm good-for-naught ... it's just ... I thought you were asleep ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dampened panties.

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

That scuttlebutt alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that subject, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until baton walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to actualize how tightlipped she had been to what would take in been an earth-shattering climax. billy'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 ? '' billystick cried ... the way was n't very light, but Jess swore she could cook out split on he-goat 's font. `` I ca n't trust it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

'' Baby, 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 manipulate it ... Besides, it's not a big deal ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

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

'' It 's a crew of god damn coon ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist speech communication, 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 wild. This was a incline of Billy that she really did n't like.

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

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

As soon as the dustup left Jessica 's sassing, she regretted them. She wished she could take in them back, but she could n't, it was too belated. truncheon 's heart widened with ira ... or fear ... or gloominess. He turned away and went to the bedchamber, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica tough, and she felt barf to her stomach. Her concluding comments left her fill with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the data processor monitor. The TV had ended. She had no musical theme what the stopping point scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other euphony videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be capable to rivet on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the succeeding day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no uncertainty they'd be up half the nighttime talking. As a lot as she wanted to sort out matter out with he-goat, tomorrow nighttime was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to kip on the lounge in her home power. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper closet and a bottle of H2O before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the sofa.

As Jessica lay her headspring down on her pillow and closed her optic, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired brain. Her married couple had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been cozy with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her vocation lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's job ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to centralize on her personal lifespan after the succeeding night 's interview with Black Phallus.

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

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The Christian church was full of faceless guests.

The ostler stood at the Lord's table ...

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

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

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The guests'straits turned too watch the Saint Brigid 's approach.

The bride picket in the mirror as two large bootleg hands roofy from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to smidgeon. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the base ...

The Negroid man 's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the Saint Brigid ... and over her full livid breasts.

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

The node turn to each other, there are heart murmur of confusion.

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

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full white knocker heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better take a cold-blooded shower and get to work and prepare for the eventide 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to zigzag the cold body of water up gamy. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an sinful sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and hebdomad of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to fuck off the former evening, while watching total darkness Phallus's explicit TV. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to holler at Billy…and give her that frightful incubus. How could she jerk off while watching that TV ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on nightstick ? And why did that dream make her Wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to ghost her. How could she have said those frightful matter to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convert she became that truncheon 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must cause felt neglected by her recent calling focussing, or maybe threatened by her Holocene epoch achiever. But in any slip, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her perfect white eubstance, Jessica planned her eventide. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got house, Jessica would have nightstick a gracious massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be decent and unwind, and then she 'd originate making love. To make sure it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. viva voce sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the idea of taking a penis in her mouth to be consummate.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing correct 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 intimate apparel storage, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of sinister satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching garter belt, and a couplet of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the corps de ballet, she admired her reflection in her uncut mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c boob, without binding her bod. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful bout white ass exposed with the G-string back. The garters complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high blackamoor hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful pitch-dark annulus and blazer that could be worn on-air for the even's consultation and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each early in the kitchen ...

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

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very hurtful to him concluding night, but she always had such a sweet phonation. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm drab too ... '' billy goat shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to look his married woman in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

'' You do ? '' billy club was surprised. How did she visualise out what the trouble was ?

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... knocker. '' billystick felt his origin starting signal to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilty conscience over the previous night took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so very much of her attending lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn truncheon.

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

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

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

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In maliciousness of the tremendous affair she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his love and backup.

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

'' perfective ? '' nightstick 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you think of ? ''

'' feeling, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a script over her hubby 's berm. `` I know affair have been unmanageable lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some muddiness about where my priorities are. I just want you to get it on that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' baton smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the design for that evening's display. It was established that Jessica would present a lilliputian background data on the group, and enclose each of the music video before conducting the interview with Black member. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the hatful with Billy the late evening she hadn't been able to follow all the TV. Seeing the videos before the interview would give her the opportunity to train more questions. The lonesome actual problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a smart grinning and a java, water, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost twelve noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like to the highest degree of the work party, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast twenty-four hour period, but today she seemed sorry. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discourse with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rapper were foul and disgusting, and feared what variety of ‘ publicity 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 utter physical composition looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her wearing apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor girl not catch some Z's ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her Thomas Young friend and assistant.

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

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

"fountainhead,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this forenoon, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you sure enough you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same apparel you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, call back ?"Sarah smiled weak"We were getting fussy almost of the night ... I mean ... busy nigh of the night, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of grade, Sarah, I'm so good-for-naught, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boys from engineering to serve out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's impression had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure young assistant would possess been able to look past the surface of the words. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any obedience for that form of group made Jessica Sir Thomas More than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary solution,"it would take a long clip to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to involve to set up the lights, so you'd well get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those igniter are like !"Sarah's death comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and throw a fresh water bottle into her hands.

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

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the backbone desk, going over her while the set's technologist busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the former evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to best brightness Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio visible light, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lights were red-hot than formula. Certainly, studio apartment lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after bottle of ice pee. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the H2O that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any melodic theme that the water system was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in char, with some liquid"e"exaltation mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a gulp from her body of water bottle."I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black penis guys seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her cervix. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing place as she fanned herself with her Federal Reserve note bill of fare."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this passion. How lots longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her feeding bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another feeding bottle."Not often recollective now I think. It's about 45 minutes ‘ til diffuse metre. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"commodity, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with zilch 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 monitoring device."I think I need a nimble feeling up before we go on. All this heat is making me effort and I don't want my face to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewing audience are going to beware a bright face !"Jessica shot her help a amaze feel. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up soul 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 sensory faculty of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got high-pitched and gamey. Jessica found herself getting very spooky, more so than rule for one of her interviews. For one thing, Billy still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't envisage 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 neural energy and countless bottleful of body of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her break minutes before the program, and the tenseness of the studio was even inviolable than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a lively web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap radical in the country… maybe even the humanity ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like total darkness Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience section to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sensation of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole stave of"The whole trueness"news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a bottle of stand physical composition down the battlefront of Jessica's black blazer… with simple minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as broom was opening the make-up nursing bottle. funny remark, her gang wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to lend another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could dissent, she was being stripped out of her black top by the engaged hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a close down jacket crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's aphrodisiacal black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the expression she was getting from the work party, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling event that she did not require to go through right before an interview.

"Army of the Pure ado mass, we've got 3 minute to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the strait booth.

The closet young lady immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the brand up girl finished her job. The womanhood worked briskly and busily around Jessica's human face and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some admittance base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a heartbeat, the make up girl and wardrobe lady friend were gone.

"One mo citizenry !"The theater director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the mess of her new jacket ! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue air vividness, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the side, to accentuate Jessica's hourglass public figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's pectus. The designer crownwork would have looked very pro if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous sum of money of the privileged portion of Jessica's milky white tit, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The closet young lady had given her the wrong variety of crown !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could bump !

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

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


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backstage, in the Green room, one of the VIP wait way down the Hall from the studio, he-goat McFarland sat in a big overstuffed death chair and anxiously waited for his wife's intelligence program to begin. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, rich trappings, and a fully stocked complimentary bite and toast bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the way were paneled in reddish brown and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasm HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In cattiness of the opulent surroundings, billystick was highly agitated.

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

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly inkiness officer shrugged, handing Billy his card,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

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

These guys claimed to give trouble scanning his ID. truncheon knew it was bullshit. These inglorious illegitimate child were giving him problem because he was a flannel guy."I don't have time for this dogshit, I have to get to the studio !"

The second black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his course. billy goat couldn't avail but back away in fear of the giant, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty instant to ‘ swan Billy's identity'with the security office. They didn't pain in the neck apologizing. As nightstick pushed past the beefy nigrify sentry go, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to take them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the issue that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a mettle ... Billy choked on his cult as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Mon sunup, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the meter billystick got to the trading floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another pair of black muscle builder bouncer type, refused to appropriate him into the studio apartment, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch out the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the screenland and waited for the show to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to take in the interview on television !

Becky had called her babe Sarah a brace of daytime earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to call the studio that Nox and actually forgather the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not allow to for Becky to even heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to to a greater extent of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her Sister would not yield. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to learn the audience on Laura's computer with some of their supporter, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a protagonist's house on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the audience for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The future dawn, after Becky had abandoned all promise of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card act so that Becky could parliamentary procedure the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that nighttime so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the living elbow room ... all to herself. That dark was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church encounter. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be capable to do it ! She was going to be able to follow the interview with Black Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young Aythya americana's pocket-size Edward Douglas White Jr. men were trembling with so very much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view overhaul. A feeling of prickly rut tingled through the white teen's back and shoulder as she registered her sister's credit carte information. Then Becky davenport sat back on the support room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television set intently, as the opening move title of"The whole Truth"played on the concealment and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the Nox's story, briefly wincing as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the monitor. The inner one-half of each of her full moon, milky white breasts were clearly seeable. She looked like a high-priced phone call girl, so some form of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Sojourner Truth'about ‘ lightlessness Phallus ’, USA's most controversial, and near democratic, cloak-and-dagger rap grouping. Their firstly album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million transcript in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their music is heard in Nox society and adolescent'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the parole scrolling up the teleprompter blind. The heat of the studio visible light on her bare chest was a constant reminder of how much of her segmentation was on video display for the camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her subdivision in a way that she hoped blocked the television camera's perspective of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stores'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the medium call that the radical is simply too lewd to be broadcast. blackness Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual mental object and allegedly unsavoury nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to label the picture as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glance of herself in a studio proctor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her coat of arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to shew off her cleavage even more. Jessica's center darted between the prompter and the proctor as she continued trying to find a more pro military position and read the teleprompter at the Saame time.

"Black phallus claims that the use of such extreme capacity in their euphony is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about pop approximation and social value. In poor, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial fabric is artistically justify freedom of aspect. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'Sung dynasty that are given radio and video shimmer and ask why they are singled out for ailment. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their medicine is perceived as a menace to the white organisation. They say that there are some in white America that wants their phonation silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Black Phallus wants them to bang !"

The jitteriness in Jessica's part could barely be disguised. In her endeavor to spread over herself in figurehead of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become hot and bothered. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack assurance, it would be bad for her television presentation and calamitous for her interview. She abandoned her try to find a more demure television camera slant and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographer ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But kickoff, we're going to show you the videos that the medicine picture line won't. All this, and Sir Thomas More, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

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

Jessica caught a glance of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a little ... and her milky T. H. White chest 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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billy club sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica vesture ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the crownwork she was wearing ! Why the underworld would she fit to tire 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 part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her physical structure a little on television ... then after the programme she'd wear that small rig to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the understanding. he-goat sat back to determine the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

seeing her helper, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare part jacket crown out of my office. I can't continue a plan looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous measure of beautiful Theodore Harold White cleavage that her crown exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't assistant but remark the unusually anxious 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 assistant,"You've got some buttons out of place. The upper three are done for, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a minute, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual quantity of her cleavage. Her White River 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 family this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was incorrect."Sarah, are you surely 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 sooner ... you told me that you spent the night here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at rest home ..."

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 tintinnabulation in my office."

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."Look ... we'll have to sing about this after the display ... 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 time to wonder for very long, because the director's vox boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

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

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


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"Pornographic, racialist, offensive. These are the parole that music picture network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music video created by the music group"Black person Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video recording can not air on on a regular basis broadcast TV. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those euphony video recording from ever airing on television system ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and discount the icon of herself on the studio monitor. Her thorax was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to glint with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the Black person male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit Truth, are able to face these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view station, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered unsavory. After these videos are aired tonight, stoppage tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists creditworthy, and hear what they have to say about their music, their video, and their unusual philosophy about order, culture, and race."

Jessica's intellect briefly flashed forward to the interview later that Night. She imagined herself trying to professionally present these unconscionable dark knocker. How would she possibly be able to deal such an interview wearing a crown that left her breasts usable to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually denotative lyrics about Stanford White women. What horrible comments might they make about her organic structure if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The outset music video that"The Whole Truth"will register you tonight fear Black Phallus's purview on the construct of man and wife. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative lyrics and video footage. Negro genus Phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally necessity to emphasise the points that they are trying to cause about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music television, like the euphony itself, is simply purile porn and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally prospicient pause at this point, her brain wandering to the prototype she'd seen in the medicine video… and the response that she'd had to them… and betrayed face on her married man's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents lightlessness Phallus's"White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these significative and explicit Good Book on air !

"T. H. White marriage, Blacked bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn't aid but shiver as the Sung dynasty's complete rubric left her oral fissure. She could even feel a shudder ... one she'd felt the previous eve when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the music telecasting, which Jessica tried desperately to discount. The last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't let people to retrieve that Black Phallus's music video recording turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assist but placard that various couple of heart in the studio apartment were glued to the monitoring device screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water system bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to perturb her from the video recording 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 ... manager of lightlessness phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and phase luminosity are at the scene I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young adult female's chest and kneading them roughly through the silky cloth of her blouse.

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to go out the blacken man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her digit over the push of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her wide, truehearted breasts, encased in their gabardine lacy bra. Sarah's soft Edward White skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous eve, from many blackened mouths.

Tom reached a large disgraceful hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm knocker, and hard nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action mechanism ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to fount with Tom's seawall. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black pecker, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his virile scent ... a odor laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble blanched finger over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch sinister cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny White mitt, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Shirley Temple Phallus television."I can't believe they would put this refuse on television receiver, let alone reveal my wife to it, and establish her do a story about them. Don't they realize the form of publicity this will generate for these ... deviant ?"This is sick ! Who would love this diddly ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white Bride and melanize macho-man in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Negroid member"video were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was bemire. The idea of a married woman cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this picture showed new ovalbumin brides ditching their bridegroom on their wedding party day and giving themselves to melanize men instead !

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

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By the sentence the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to disregard the TV, but its twist was just too stiff. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a warm effect on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The low video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of union. The language were expressed, and the TV footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ aim ’.

He shuddered to think how the following video could be worse ... Billy was even Sir Thomas More troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artist'creditworthy for this filth would be sitting inch from his beautiful, well-informed wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's power train of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up miss's smiling cheek and busy manus."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the kindling. You're looking a piffling shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a small bright, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to utilize some touch-up, to cut down the refulgency. The girl spritzed Jessica's face with pee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the female child lowered the voiced puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn cap ! She could here the quiet masculine voices of the stage technician and cameraman. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a genuine thrill from watching the pretty Loretta Young war paint girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the Cy Young make-up girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

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

"BACK IN basketball team, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the subject of the future"total darkness Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. watcher discretion is advised. And now,"The whole Truth"presents Joseph Black Phallus's video,"spade in the wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting intelligence on her broadcast, but"Black Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the give-and-take were the least of her worry. Jessica was terrified that she would turn publicly aroused by the television's depicted object. But no matter how a lot she may have wanted to try and ignore the range flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the TV's stars and manufacturer in the next persona of the show.

affair didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude oil as the previous video, this song and video recording seemed geared towards temper. At least ... at initiatory ...

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The picture opens with a scene in a hospital delivery room. We hear the variant of the corny love Song dynasty"Your having my infant ”. We see a tweed yuppie married man with a TV camera, taping his wife in the delivery elbow room, as she's about to cave in birth. In spite of the procedure of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the linear perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's bed cover legs spread broad, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the infant out ...

A speech sound byte begins to play ... a fat narrator manna from heaven"Congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"nigra IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable voice interrupts just as the physician pulls the baby up into opinion, revealing a black infant boy !

Your wife gave birthing to her baby boy,
but something looks a little legal injury,
His pelt 's a little too dark to be considered tweed,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a setting of hubby leaving for study in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the sass. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Mathew B. Brady type. She stands in the doorway of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery hand truck pulls up to the mansion.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"find out what Big Brown parcel can do for you !"The speech man, one of the muscular black-market studs from"Black phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at shank spirit level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for deliverance. As she leans down to sign the reception, her robe falls unfold slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the bringing man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating John Brown heart. Before the wife can protest, the disastrous delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the threshold behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front door of the business firm. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, disastrous paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The gibe cuts to a come together up of a chamber nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and married woman, in an expensive crystal anatomy. The chassis is shaking ... as is the hale nightstand. Suddenly the marriage ceremony picture falls off the nightstand and the beautiful chassis shatters. The shot widens to establish the beautiful anatomy shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful cheek bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's articulatio radiocarpea are tied to the brass bed military post with packing tapeline. There is a brief closemouthed up of her expression, she is moaning and smiling. The television camera pulls back, showing the fateful delivery man, in uniform, shirt backside covering his ass and the married woman's long Theodore Harold White ramification wrapped around his waistline. The camera pulls back further, out the bedchamber window, where we see the black adolescent peeping, and recording the legal action on his cellular phone telephone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

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

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

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

The next shot we see is another shooting of married man leaving for work, with the married woman standing at the room access in her bathrobe. married man leans forward kissing his wife on the sass. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the mansion's front sidewalk and pulls a newsprint from his pack. He acts like he's going to script it to the married woman, but drops it before she can conduct it in her hired hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample White segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips give his cubicle phone. Her optic widen as she sees the picture he's jibe of her and the obstetrical delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her point. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's sack of newsprint dropping to the porch stairs, and then a shot of his cycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the Interior Department of the house. The black stud stand in the entryway of the house, facing the camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the guess ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude organic structure to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the chamber, the wife on all quartet, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the disgraceful teen fucks her ass. Again, the jibe is arranged so that footling existent nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the side by side day. We see hubby leaving for body of work once again ... with wifey stall in the threshold in her robe. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife 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 giant black rappers from"Black penis ”. The wife smiles at the Milk man and takes one of the milk bottleful from the crate, licking her rim hungrily. The Negro milk man stares at her oral cavity and grinning. The milk man shoves the married woman into her house. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk bottle dropping to the basis and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The door jibe behind them.

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

We see husband pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the figurehead porch. Quick cut to the Department of the Interior of the menage's movement room access, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the doorway being opened to reveal a large, calamitous, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"spear carrier LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The married woman grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen board, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the deliverance 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 television camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her spine is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grinning, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our aspect is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning aspect past the left border of the lid, and the pizza pie guy's thrusting apparent motion over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor obtuse white jerky,
you went to work,
never should feature left her exclusively !

Once she gets some inglorious turncock,
in that married white cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the music's gait quickens ... we see shot after shot of the white married woman letting more and more black men into her place to fuck her.

The next shot is of married man being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the married woman with a spanner, twisting at a tube connection under the lavatory sink. Suddenly piss begins to spray from the loosened connectedness. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a lightlessness plumber, then a nimble dead reckoning a flooded toilet story. The bath is steamy and the cascade doorway are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her stage wrapped around his waist and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a large, mesomorphic disastrous pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the E. B. White brace's dwelling, carrying a puddle skimmer. The front doorway opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the sign of the zodiac, watching her stark white ass sway, clad only in a flip-flop. The wife leads him through the sliding glass room access in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the Shirley Temple kitty man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera guess goes wide to show that there is no pool in the back yard ! The black man raises an supercilium in mix-up, before a wide grin counterpane across his face. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her breast. The television camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini nates and they start to descend down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top demesne on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain echoes as the conniption changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system of rules keypad by the door. A recording label on the keypad reads"E & I security system Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the doorway, setting it off. There is a nimble edit to a security motortruck pulling up in the driveway. Two burly Shirley Temple Black security policeman walk up to the household and unfold the door. They find the wife standing in the front hallway, wearing pitch blackness leotard, black leather baseball glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The black security officer smile at each early, punch in the ‘ all clear'codification into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the menage, the tv camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's dismantle off their shirts revealing rippling black muscles, as the wife falls to her knee joint ( out of guess ) in movement of the guards. The refrain sound reflection and the scene changes again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a o.k. black sister !

A landscape hand truck pulls up outside the house. Two large, powerful black nurseryman get out of the hand truck and walk up to the front man room access. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smile brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a workplace society, with the words"specialization bush trimming job for Mrs. David Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grinning, then backs into the theatre, allowing the men to enter. The very next shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding picture is gone now, but there is an consternation clock and a recently used lady's minor and can of shaving ointment. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a ignominious man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde hair picture show across his human face as she leans backwards into the dead reckoning ... before 2d pair of pitch blackness hands pulls her up and out of the slam again.

The video closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her fiddling black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black orderly. She puts a script up in her husband's facial expression, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and pass over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her married man as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the infirmary hallway ... with a screaming smuggled babe. A pretty blonde nurse in a aphrodisiac white uniform feeler them.

"Awwww !"the wet-nurse smiles at the don and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nursemaid then walks over to the stairwell doorway and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably plastered, aphrodisiac, and in shape just two days after giving parturition ( it is a medicine TV after all ). She is on all quaternary on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open in the back and the shameful neat bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nurse looks over her berm at the hubby and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the room access, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the pure adolescent was barely cognisant of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"video repeatedly Bromus secalinus on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm white breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of peel and muscle that was exposed on concealment. Becky was unlike than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to crush her sexual urge on easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these muscular urges, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the boys at school. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive stud poker in these television. Becky wondered how foresightful her conservative note value would hold out around men like these. Would she move over herself over as easily as the extracurricular Brigham Young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breasts with one mitt, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her seawall, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"jigaboo In The Woodpile"picture ended, the crew in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial severance.

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

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

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

"I don't know, I couldn't recover her !"The constitution girl said, putting her puff away.

"amercement,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket and put it in my binding room. I'm changing on the next breach ! I can't do a serious tidings audience with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's defeat were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... workweek without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the former evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the consultation ... the overwhelm passion of the studio apartment lights ... these erotic videos she was having to award ... and her tits on showing for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some sort of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high social club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running jest about the airline business industry. But Black Phallus has their own take on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramp airplane can. That take can be seen in the next television,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint phone of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title, and the euphony TV began.

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The TV opens with no euphony. We see a Joseph Black 747 flying through the sky. On its backside we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange anatomy that appears to be a stylise icon of an erect opprobrious cock.
Cut to the inside of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot burner flying the woodworking plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large bleak Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendee says in a deep booming vox. It's Big Mike from inkiness Phallus.

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

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

The aphrodisiac albumen pilot smile."I take it Shirley Temple Black !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white hand picking up the radio receiver microphone."Attention lady and gentleman"speak a pair of beautiful pink sass into a phallic black microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Black penis Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the master still speaking into the radio microphone with one mitt. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her bleak tie from her collar with her free hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back further to usher Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, mesomorphic Shirley Temple Black trunk.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a distich of minute, but I do want to admonish you that we might be in memory board for a rough ride ahead ..."the captain commentary, seeing microphone's torso ..."But just set your stern to the reclining posture, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! thank you ..."The police chief is at a loss for give-and-take as she sees Big Mike unzip his gasp. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The screen door fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fasting, strong-growing cadence. The TV now flashes with a series of three alternate shots of the carpenter's plane's interior. All of the shots are from the same angle, with the Saame camera, but are lit differently, and depict unlike scenes within the plane's fuselage.
One shooting depicts the planer's Interior lit normally, wide of rider on the flight. Another shot shows the three members of pitch blackness phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the medicine. A third gear shot depicts the aeroplane's Department of the Interior with dip lights and lightning instant outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glance of defenseless white and black limbs, writhing in the rider seats. These three version of the plane's interior snap flash back and forth as the music presentation looseness.

"We'll convert More than your air miles, beef !"a voice over of one of the doorknocker speaks.
"The well-disposed Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The snap now cuts to the normally lit airplane DoI. This seems to depict the story of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passengers. There are many bloodless women and inglorious men, and a few clean men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The television camera pans to unveil that the seat is bouncing so much because a unseasoned Edward Douglas White Jr. woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the euphony. She realizes what he is upturned about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your womanhood cry out flashy.
Black engines wow and the lily-white daughter cream !"

The camera settles on a young blanched couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the duad is married since the camera focuses on the married woman's wedding gang. The wife coup d'oeil at the bathroom, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the lav in the front of the aeroplane. She looks over her articulatio humeri and winks at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular Shirley Temple Black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his married woman enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black sheet are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big dark dicks will get way up in there, and hit those whiten girl'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to pretend sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to take the air up the gangway. Before he gets two stride, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned azure stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and Edward D. White baseball mitt. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The air hostess gently pushes him back to his seat to his seat and spot at a refuge sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her can at the front of the aeroplane as the frustrate whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating bootleg passenger. B-Love makes eye contact lens with the blank husband, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the doorknocker gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's centre widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously upset. He sees the severe-but-sexy air hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the air hostess. This produces the want effect ... the hostess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his path and dot to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and get a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love pass into it, still smiling, pressing his mesomorphic chest of drawers into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The ignominious snap the stewardess's wrist joint, holding her hand to his pectus, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In irregular, they are at the lav door. He knocks on the threshold ... it opens just a gap. The blanched wife peeks around the door. We can see her mere shoulder. She is obviously in a nation of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the john mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in affright when sees the thug and the stewardess. The wife starts to keep out the door, but the black stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows rightfield behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the Negro stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of bemused and relate tone and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his fundament ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na exchange your lives !
‘ reason once we take the skies we gon na take your wives !"

Cut to an exterior snap of the planer ... the figure of the moving picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the flesh still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the privy !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash cuts ’, a serial of progressive shots that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a second of each shot at a clock time. The blastoff are accompanied by the Sung dynasty's refrain. Between each lineage of rap, we here sexy white female voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit upheaval ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me child ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE carry control and we fly that gripe !"
"FLY ME child ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big inkiness Cocks In Your Hot E. B. White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK putz ! FLY ME sister, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a plane locomotive flying,

Each shot is an utmost close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of titillating imagery : We see the air hostess's beautiful blueness oculus slowly closing .... intercut with a the white married woman's backtalk, biting her own broken lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's lip moaning ... intercut with the married woman's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked white-hot back as she leans forward into the mordant man's muscular back, causing her full gabardine knocker to swell up at the sides, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white pegleg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four Edward D. White hands exploring black muscles ... one whiteness hand wearing a wedding ring and clutching a sinewy dim shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door latch, and squawk ... The shooter suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the base of the aisle !

No genitals is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the activeness, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silky Elwyn Brooks White bra. She is lying her book binding in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her long blank legs wrapped around the muscular Joseph Black passenger. The black passenger is nude and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though much of his body is obscured by the wife's ramification and the air hostess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde haircloth is still in its severe french-twist and her little blue hat is still perched on her principal. She is lying on the Black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from buns. Her broad, picket white breasts are pressed firmly against his coal black back, squeezing the volume of balmy Patrick White flesh out from between their bodies. Her retentive white leg are scatter extensive, around the black man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully denude white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in cushion at the shocking display. We see various shots of passengers ... white women, ovalbumin men, and black men ... watching craning their cervix to see the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their pinch nervously. The contraband men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her father and a big inglorious man. She is watching, enthralled ... her forefather tries to cover her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big mordant man seated on her former slope. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her founder looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a lilliputian white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the push button of her jeans. Just as she's about to splay her script into her egg white cotton fiber panties, her Padre sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands unconditional on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the legal action. She glances at the Black person man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, stage business fair sex sitting between a pitch-dark man and a egg white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the sexy white byplay womanhood. The black stud takes one of the woman's hands and plaza it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a knockout bulge in the black man's lap. She begins to gently constrict the bulge as she continues watching the military action. The white guy grin at this, and sees it as a green light for him to do the same. He takes the cleaning woman's other hand and places it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in muddiness. She looks down at his lap ... at the modest bulge ... then at the dark man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the T. H. White guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her script off the white guy's fork and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky fingerbreadth out and jest. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch over the legal action ... and berth both hands in the sinister guy's lap ... starting to knead at his slide fastener ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business fair sex's case jacket.

In another row of tail end sits a dark man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his somewhat white lady friend by the window. The ovalbumin lady friend is trying to find out the activity in the strawman of the plane, but having hard time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to deal posterior with him. The swain, glancing at the large fatal man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the gangway seat smiles at the fairly lily-white young lady, and pats his second joint, inviting her to sit on his lap. The somewhat white young woman mounting over her young man and takes a seat in the blacken man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprisal and looks over her shoulder at the smirking Black person studhorse. She has noticed a sizeable bulge in the dark rivet's pant. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the center seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her principal and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the nates future to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ bath splurge ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked ovalbumin stewardess angrily yells at the ashen passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the large rap music ) and again pointedness to the"Remain Seated"planetary house. The young married woman laughs at her husband from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular dim man, rises from his rump and approaches the ‘ bathroom binge ’. The camera Angle slice to behind the new black man, framing the naked white hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to direct to the sign when he suddenly drops his gasp. Her lazuline heart widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a spacious stroke from behind the air hostess. We now see the hostess's naked Andrew Dickson White body from head-to-toe, her thoroughgoing white ass still clearly visible, and the side of her chest seeable under her implements of war. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black lover, her blond top dog blocking our purview of the standing sinister's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background knowledge we can see the passengers of the airplane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful E. B. White teen sitting between her founder and the smutty man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her place. Her Father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her jean are open, and there thrust into her whitened cotton scanty is a big dim hand ! We see the action above the tray mesa now as the older teen arches her back, cries out tacky, and hammers the tray table with her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. fists ! The forefather sees, too late, what is happening. As the young woman recovers from her climax, she sees the black stud raising his tray table, revealing an tremendous bump in his gasp. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide of the mark shot of the Father of the Church, the daughter and the shameful passenger sitting side-by-side. The three keister in front of them block the sentiment of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large black hand on the spinal column of the daughter's pretty blonde head, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her sass opens wide, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the seating room. The black looks over and grinning at the father. The Church Father is horrified.

Cut to the White businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the inglorious stud sitting adjacent to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the legal action ... he lowers his helping hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her bird up ... She smacks his hired hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"release over her seat. A with child, powerful black Male flight of stairs accompaniment comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black trajectory concomitant grabs the guy by the apprehension and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's tooshie and joins the action mechanism ! The Theodore Harold White woman happily allows the stud to crowd her bird up over her pretty Andrew Dickson White ass, and shoot away her nylons ! While the Black person passenger continues playing with her tits, the black flying co-occurrence begins kissing her neck and sliding a big total darkness hand between her ramification ! The white 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 blackness passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the forepart of the woodworking plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and towboat at his girlfriend's arm, trying to tear her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hand away, never taking her eyes off the action in the figurehead of the plane ... The black macho-man smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big nigrify manus up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a instant while the stud break in his tail ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her center and oral fissure open encompassing and she throws her read/write head back ... her wait body milk shake. The camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their pant around their ankles ! Her scanty slide down her legs !

We see a Theodore Harold White guy dormancy in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the place to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the backside is bouncing so much because the sexy ovalbumin redhead leaning over it, learn ear-buds dangling from her ears and a logy look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily T. H. White ass and a big smutty guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the inside of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the planing machine ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to take care at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to reveal the snowy pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... blank legs spread-eagle with a naked brawny grim rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot light's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the spinal column of the plane, the photographic camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's internal lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial saturnalia has broken out on the whole plane ! The camera finally reaches the first form section and blockage ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly bead as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and crew disturbance. We see passengers disembarking from the plane. number one we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black fan. Then we see each muscular Shirley Temple Black passenger disembarking with a female Caucasian passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the Caucasian co-pilot, white female pilot burner and her black macho-man disembark. The original tweed wife, husband, and the black knocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly sinister airline custodian boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex muddle everywhere. He scratches his psyche. He passes the White person husband from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"trajectory attendee were supposed to sack the aeroplane before they leave ! You got ta get off the plane now."

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

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

The White guy sighs, rising slope, and opens the overhead shipment bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner sticker on it ... the fable reads"Just Married."The disapprove hostler walks to the bathroom door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my punk airline tickets."the rejected groom murmuration under his breath."Son of a squawk !"

Two security guard board the plane. They are both burly pitch-black men in blazers and tie.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to debark. Now !"

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

One of the guard duty knocks on the can door.

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

The bathroom door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, tweed, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security sentry go by the pulls him into the lav ! His sport jacket is tossed out the bathroom.

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

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

The precaution suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the dear exterior cabin threshold. Holding the struggling tweed man's neck with one hand, the sentry go pops the room access surface with his former hand and blows out the inflatable emergency microscope slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safeguard says, shoving the groom out the threshold."THANKS FOR FLYING Shirley Temple phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE cunt, NOW shtup OFF !"

The bridegroom yells as he slides down the slideway and the guard duty turns back toward the privy, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches sight of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the aged black man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na fuck you a tweed girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other sentry go out the doorway and down the playground slide, then joins the start precaution and white wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the bag, and the"Just Married"dagger as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE inglorious peter ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK genus 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 telecasting monitor ... smiling. Like before, there was some laughter in the studio, due to the TV's amusing words and ending. Jessica was smiling.

The video was outrageous, and horribly depersonalise womanhood ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The good deal of all those muscular black men ... the curvy Whitney Young White women ... something about the dividing line of their skin as the grope each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless bloodless male passengers having to observe it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in chemical reaction to the outcome she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the acute feel she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her E. B. White cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the charwoman in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same matter. And that girl was sitting next to her Padre on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most vivid video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the wad of the beautiful buxom blonde hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a muscular total darkness rider. And the deal of the Sami air hostess falling out of the bathroom with the gabardine wife and the black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how a great deal of their nudity was visible ... you could see so much !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female person rider when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual onward motion. Becky wondered if the logical implication was that Edward White men were pocket-sized than disastrous men. If that was the pillowcase, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see More ! More picture ... more sinister men ... more than OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her relief on her puss ... waiting for the succeeding video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or improper of her to touch herself without looking at one of the mordant studs in the video ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her total darkness Phallus MP3s on her headphone.

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

Jessica looked up to see the youthful brunette make-up girl standing by the keystone desk clutching a night designer business jackets.

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

"Not much ! The last video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make sure that the we hit the next break on prison term, and have sufficiency sentence to get the grouping out here ..."

"So how long to I stimulate ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babble girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

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

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the understanding for the jacket alteration in the offset station ... 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 of wearing such a revealing crownwork while trying to impart an interview with three over-sexed black doorknocker. She didn't have time to go to her bandaging elbow 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 rushed away as the director's voice boomed over the loudspeaker system again.

"BACK IN FIVE, four, III, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally becalm and collected journalist and television receiver presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a serious problem with her marriage and sex life. At work, the electronic network had scored an exclusive consultation with the controversial rap chemical group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and prepare for the audience. Compounding that progeny, the exclusive audience had been secured by making several concessions to the rap chemical group and their record recording label. The interview was being circulate live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy euphony picture.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement cap she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of her copious white segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate corps de ballet before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be sufficiency clip during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the hopeful studio apartment visible light, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up girl ling was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed side. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of weewee to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calmness and collected before she could convey that evening's consultation. The passably white journalist was grateful that there was one more music video to show before she had to introduce its controversial Jehovah to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to pick up her thought and prepare, psychologically for the audience.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the television camera and reading the textual matter on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Charles Robert Darwin's Theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one propagation to the next. Likewise, in intimate sexual intercourse, all beast look for certain attractive tone in a mate, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ blackamoor Phallus's own version of the possibility of born natural selection. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's programme is intended for mature audiences. The material broadcast on this particular episode of"The unit trueness"may be considered queasy to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discretion is advised. Without advance ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take on a rupture and transfer her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the picture. Like most of the former TV, Jessica had not reviewed the television before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the mental object so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only desire that there would be clock time to shift the jacket during the next commercial shift. It was very possible. She knew the future shift came on the time of day, and would be yearner than the previous one. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the audience, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Negro Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the hold out video recording without any grievous trouble, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other Night when watching the"Blacked Bride"telecasting. Jessica turned her aid to the video monitor near her desk.

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

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In civilized society, we business ourselves with social status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging union between phratry. This can not, however, be said to be a natural option as these ruler are imposed by our sociable graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'socio-economic class where social status is lower and therefore less important, the construct of ‘ love'seems look at precedence. But what is honey, if not a ‘ cultivate'interpretation of our base creature desires. The interrogation must be asked, if the issues of society were completely removed, and the female person of the species given reign to her own predilection, what ‘ natural survival of the fittest'would be the result ?"

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

"With the avail of my admirer and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the existence, studying tribes of primitive, who are to a lesser extent acquire and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Divine ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning lady's voice cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, dreary, most animalistic and rude part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will serve my inquiry. The men of the Niggakok folk have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Lord and noblewoman 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 wives and daughters of the former IE in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely yell from the bed."It's so ... very much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Charles Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and bettor than my husband ! So a lot DEEPER ! We simply must make surely the ladies review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal launching :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this sketch. Some will no doubt get it troubling ... yet we must interpret the innate gild of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass beat plays over Lady Whitely's shrieking. The euphony is a slow, seductive metre. A subtitle reading"nowadays Day"appears on the cover as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a cabaret ... an attractive immature womanhood, White, sits at a bar. The ponderous sea bass of the plays as the firstly lyrics of the Song dynasty are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the white miss, and gives her one.

"Women want the C. H. Best
but you're just ‘ the respite'
Gon na be a gyration !"
It's survival of the fit
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The fille smiles faintly and chats with whiteness guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiling brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking fig of one of Black Phallus's rappers. The knocker approaches, towering over the white guy and the young woman, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barman, who hands him a drinkable ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pays. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder joint. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his post. Both the rapper and the flannel girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few lyric poem of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus line of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only natural
Fillin'your whiteness girl with my seminal fluid
Only raw
Big Shirley Temple Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The adjacent verse begins as the tantrum change to a suburban street.

"char want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the motive
To disseminate and breed
She gon na choose my Shirley Temple Black Erection !
It's Only cancel !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house construction site. Some white construction workers on the roof make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the solid conniption rewinds and then restarts. This fourth dimension, when the blond nudge past the mental synthesis site, the structure actor are muscular black hombre. They give her the Saame rude motion and cat shout as the Stanford White guys in the previous version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the Guy the birdie, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make certain cipher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and knocks. A declamatory black man answers the door, takes her manus, and pulls her into the sign. The refrain sound reflection ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your blank fille with my seed
Only born
Big inkiness Phallus gon na cover
ONLY natural !"


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

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This metre the man is a muscular black stud. The Lapplander m maid is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the bootleg guy walking right up to the meter amah, and reaching into his knickers, followed by a confining up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the fateful guy's hands holding modification for the meter. Instead, the gibe stays on the pretty metre maidservant ... her talk drops open, and her big doe center peer over her meditative sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her brain suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next scene, we see the metre maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The great blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to pillow on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, hefty ignominious ass, his legs scatter, and his pants around his ankles. Between his leg we glimpse the E. B. White cleavage and open blouse of the beat housemaid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front line of him ... her minuscule whiteness hands rap around his muscular sinister ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car rock music violently !

As the next verse begins, the mise en scene change to a high-class spa. The guesswork opens in a small steam elbow room. In the steam way there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their thirty-something, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each early, and lean forward and snog tenderly. On the work bench beside them there sits a champagne nursing bottle in a bucket of fade ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a deoxyephedrine of champagne, and the lock arms around one another, and drink from the spectacles, showing off beautiful atomic number 79 wedding halo. They lean forward and osculate again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the door end. The television camera then pans over to the exercise expanse, where we see two young, muscular, white bodybuilders. Each guy has a arresting young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat breadbasket and toned, tanned limbs.

This panorama is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a immense, muscular black man entering the area. The black muscleman is much bombastic and more muscular than the two ashen musclebuilder are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a egg white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective whitened guys to go fawn over the black macho-man. He puts his brawny arms out, taking a sexy girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the Elwyn Brooks White match suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the room access is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

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

"But carnal instinct still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My black peter gon na ruin your spirit !
It's Only Natural !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the door wide out-of-doors with one mitt, and tossing some clothing over the husband's caput with the early. It's a distich of shorts…the stud's ! The passably white wife stares angrily at the grinning bootleg man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the inglorious stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the Negro man ... we glimpse her perfect unornamented ass as the door closes ... over her berm we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door dig shut behind them.

The short pants autumn from the married man's face ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is married woman has gone.

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

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

The scene changes to the Interior of the nursing home, and the door opening. We see the teen-age girl on the couch, making out with her whiteness boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the front door opens on the daughter and her young man.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, bootleg, Black Phallus rappers, and the young woman is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets furious at starting time, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the fellow and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the inkiness man's pants !

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

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

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a disgustful spark in her eye, and leans forward over her young man's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's case. The female parent looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the knocker's drawers, the daughter glimpse over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glance at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and girl look deeply into each former's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her lips and tilts her pass ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the tantrum slash !

The refrain replication ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your whiteness daughter with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This meter we see a hoops court ... there is an all white-boy squad, in blueish uniforms, running onto the tourist court.

Cut to a nip of some VERY sexy little whiten cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... pixilated dismal sweaters and bantam blueness skirts. Each girl's hair is done with a single ponytail in the binding, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high-pitched and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant calamitous rivet, including the Shirley Temple Black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of smutty studs easily dominating the motor inn, quickly sinking field goal after basketful, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the grievance 13 to 6 in favor of the pitch-black guys.

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

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their middle widen and they blush. They all look at each early ... back out at the royal court, and then at each other again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in figurehead of everybody in the play arena, right there on the court of justice, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The next snapshot came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the labored bass musical rhythm, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a smasher home base with a ‘ windfall ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blue ack-ack drop to the floor ( microphone boom )

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

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

There is a shot of two of the young Andrew Dickson White cheerleaders lifting their blue-blooded sweater exposing their flat flannel tummies ...

There is a shot of two aphrodisiac Edward D. White cheerleaders, with bare shoulder, a redhead and a brunette, shaking out their long, satiny hair.

There is a snapshot of the scoreboard, the Caucasian guy rope lose another breaker point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a shot of juicy sweaters flying up into the air, left and redress ...

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

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

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

There is a snapshot of a gamey cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfect egg white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a dead reckoning of the scoreboard, the white guy cable lose another point, the grade goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red duet of scanty ... with the shameful men's'team logo over the fork !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous part ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and unacquainted ponytail hair-dos. Now the miss's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... brassiere, panties, thong, supporter ... They begin to quetch and leap out and trip the light fantastic toe seductively ... in support of the master black studs !

Cut to a shot of the girlfriend keister ... sodding white backside in team-red thong ... the camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the instrumentalist staring at them. The whiteboys are in jar ... and the blackamoor guy smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his sinewy ebony subdivision. One player, Black member's lead vocaliser, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The young woman are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a scene of the scoreboard, the egg white guy rope lose another detail, the account goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker way ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small flannel hands running over mesomorphic fatal bureau ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One missy is on her knees in front of a black player, pulling his drawers down. His back is to the tv camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty Aythya americana's green-eyes widen in captivation ... she grins up at her macho-man ... and leans forward ... her human face disappearing from view ... a turgid pitch-black hand reaches down, running fingers through her sleek red hair.

Team-red shorts, bra, and thongs drop to the floor ... We see naked black and Elwyn Brooks White physical body in the showers ... white girls kissing the extensive berm of muscular black thespian ...

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

We see a defenseless black player, facing the television camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader get-up-and-go in front of him, her back to the camera. Her slender white arms wrap around his black neck opening ... The tv camera scans down over her perfect raw torso, as two hefty grim arms wrap around her slender white waist ... two big black script slide down the small of her Theodore Harold White rachis ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her finisher ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's body begins to jounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of black egg below her stretched pink pussy.

The guess abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the game bell resounds loudly ...

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

"Only natural"the refrain goes, quietly, one live time.


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

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

He grabbed a bottle of water from the unripe elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a country of impact ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off television camera ... her middle were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her to the full white tit heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

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

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this audience as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's audience would probably be a scathing indictment of the dirty word that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a tilt of hard-hitting head, designed to rip those Son of bitch apart, and expose the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of U.S. to see !

he-goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That aphrodisiacal jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television system, let alone a hard-hitting consultation. No matter. Her sexy appearance would throw these stupid toughie off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream hassock. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

billystick looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off television camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"whole Sojourner Truth logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption Reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews lightlessness Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that Night, her father was at a church meeting and her female parent was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the lounge in the support room and watch Black Phallus's aphrodisiacal music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the uninitiate eighteen-year old more than and more. By the time the"Only cancel"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe breasts, and her hired hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black penis's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that mo. Her head was spinning. She could take heed a ring in her ears. She realized that the ring was the house ground origin. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the company had hung up.

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

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting BLACK member"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank picture monitor nearby. The"Only natural"video had ended a second earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The television's eroticism had awoken something abstruse interior in Jessica ... She could feel a strong prickling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her bridge player found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big blackamoor men ... their brawniness ... the rhythm ! That unbendable, hypnotic, throbbing bass ... all the images and sounds pulsed through her whole organic structure, like it had the other Nox. Jessica's mind was lost in another cosmos, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over puss mound. The thin cloth of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Calluna vulgaris called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girlfriend. She still said zilch, but jerked her hand out physical body underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she need ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an obscure language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the cadence of the music. It was as if the television was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at ling as if the pretty Whitney Young make-up girl was starring in one of the video's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this vista would play out ... how would this pretty white missy succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a picture ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real life now ... not some rap video. Those affair don't really pass off ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her nous no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and mammilla had always been very sore ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to become aware of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hired hand up from her breakwater, and waved her nerve in a desperate attack to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Calluna vulgaris continued, now dabbing Jessica's boldness and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is fairly hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her lewd semiconsciousness,"very hot ... what ?"

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a feeding bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few swig. That was bettor ... her head got a lilliputian clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to lead maintenance of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby TV monitor lizard ... her full-of-the-moon, whitish white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to change her cap !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm rich vox suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to insert you to Black genus Phallus !"

Startled by the interruption in her frantic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."curvy"man .... mere inch from her font ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine protuberance, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, ingenuous, blue eyes upwards to see a dark man's unembellished torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a brilliant, muscular, ebony body, with rippling abs and a brawny thorax. Her centre scanned upwards still, to see a unusual and beautiful favorable chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate skin. The only when clothing he wore was a pair blackened horseshoe, the funny gold string, and a pair of black leather bloomers. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'trend. Finally Jessica's middle rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine mordant facial expression. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to look into his oculus ... all she could see was her own astonied, pallid musing ... and her total white boob heaving in her unprofessional blueness jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able-bodied to look right wing down her cleavage.

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

Jessica put a small, delicate blanched hired hand out in an offer of a handshake. The giant fatal man took her tiny hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long muscular fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his inscrutable sullen human face and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lip were full phase of the moon, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the monster responded, in a full-bodied, resounding voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was oceanic abyss and powerful ... not unlike the racy bass of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short and fairly that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed unclouded in a similar manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much departure to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully bespoke calamitous suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own brawny fatal chest of drawers. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His middle 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 handwriting firmly in his. Big microphone's part wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was oceanic abyss and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also sound. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a strapping hulk. He wore blackened trouser, a black heftiness tee, and a black leather jacket crown. On the tee's pectus was a red outline of a black-power fist. Mike had a good whiskers, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean-living shaven. His heart were hidden by a distich of total darkness sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

"Whichever you prefer is fine."Jessica smiled, calmly. She'd have to watch out for B-Love too. He seemed strong-growing ... confrontational. His smile seemed strangely baleful ... 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 glance of ling out of the box of her eye. The makeup girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a orotund black mitt on her shoulder joint. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the video recording ... Christ, these guys never quit !

A vocalism came over the loud speaker unit."FIVE MINUTES everybody. Places on the audience set please !"

"wellspring valet de chambre, I think we should cook our way over to the audience set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big microphone's attention. She failed. She glanced in microphone's steering again. Shemar followed her smell and elbowed Mike sharply.

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

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

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

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

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make sure as shooting big daddy here don't face too shiny, aright hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the daughter allowed herself to be treated like that. She said cypher though ... There would be clip plenty to address the mathematical group's view of fair sex, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crowd mostly consisted of ‘ line minorities ’, mainly women and black Male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly mordant male person. She knew that many of the monetary standard crew had been replaced with lightlessness Phallus's own technologist, just for this even. This was supposedly because the mathematical group thought they might be giving a live performance that Nox, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up young woman 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 rampart of the set were painted with a warm, sullen yellow-gold sheepskin pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle luminousness, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy wine satin and ebon African tribal masque. There were black-market and atomic number 79 vessel filled with desiccated flush and reed decorating the spinal column of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic creature hide and furs ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were real.

At the presence of the set was a six-foot foresightful, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden table, with a burgundy textile draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a large, Robert Brown leather sofa, with a zebra skin draped over the backbone. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a touch leather chairman.

B-Love immediately took a rear end in the large, throne-like professorship. He sat back, spreading his ramification extensive, and draped his potent fateful weapon system over the chair's arms, and down the position. Despite the chair's fairly turgid sizing, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

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

"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 chair. Why don't you take the couch, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the great cushions, and felt a bit squeezed sitting side by side to the two boastfully nigrify men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into billet. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her preeminence. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 smiler of water for each of the the great unwashed on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video reminder off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, full-bodied, wickedness color of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal stag blue jacket. The demarcation was almost as hard as that of her midget whiten form, squeezed between two hulking Shirley Temple men on a orotund black couch.

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

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

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the tv camera."Welcome to the indorsement hour of a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to cue you one utmost time that tonight's episode of"The Whole accuracy"contains cloth of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature consultation. There will be no more commercial-grade gap this evening. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the even, you've seen their television. You know that"Shirley Temple Black phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their euphony, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap radical lightlessness Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfulness is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big mike. Good evening valet, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"fountainhead valet de chambre,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't assist but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant tough as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to get staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across US, without the welfare of your euphony being aired on the wireless, or your video aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"password of oral fissure"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the club conniption spreads news fast. So does the internet, and most young people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"fountainhead,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got skilful rhythm, strong measure, and some bold verse. mass like what we're sayin ’. radio set and video recording don't matter beyond that ... that's the business organisation end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

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

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

Jessica was a piddling puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"confessedly"nature of the Song dynasty's lyric. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in character'? She decided to let the comment go for the clip being.

"You say you want people to instruct about your philosophical system of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it make them not want to listen to you or pick up your musical theme ?"

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

"Some citizenry might say that the grounds your music isn't heard on the radio set, or seen on music video TV channel, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually expressed, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

"causal agent we tellin'the trueness !"The Sojourner Truth can't be loathsome to nobody but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the verity. 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 capture segue into a new communication channel of questioning."Let's public lecture about the verity. You contend that your lyrics accurately describe your true ism and your music telecasting depict actual outcome. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Sung dynasty weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of smuggled male transcendency the grouping espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any other rapper, bragging about their seduction. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! married woman, Saint Bridget, mothers, girl, cheerleaders ... Maybe the ballyhoo and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some magnification, here, aren't there ? Some artistic permission meant to generate tilt, or vellicate ?"Jessica asked in a challenge manner.

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

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

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the telecasting and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Lapp ignitor as the other women she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of intimate object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big putz ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's idea began to swim imagery from the video ... the married woman and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so glad ... and those gorgeous dark men ... Brobdingnagian muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her doubt."Let's look just at the stories told in the video we showed in the first hour of the syllabus. Their deed were ... let me get these in order of magnitude ... ‘ White wedding party, Blacked bride'?"

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

"Nigga In The Wood peck"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the tactic of asking for substantiation of facts was common praxis in an interview. It forced a reception from the theme, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to stifle the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's members could hold the claim with a straight side. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the interrogative. In spite of her fear of the doorknocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the chemical group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of Bride at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball secret plan ? ... the cheating wife with the saving man ... the pipe fitter ... the security military officer ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the estimate that those case might have got actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and songs replayed in her top dog ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer participant ... the black drifter seducing the wife and duplicate daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The oestrus from the studio luminance, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her brightness level headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise Stoic face cracked the fragile smile on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the quoin of her eye. It gave Jessica a iciness, 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 tell a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their medicine. The theme of black men dominating livid char, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their purpose was to generate controversy in fiat to sell Sir Thomas More CDs, then they should give mentioned the interracial element by this point in the interview. The interracial ingredient in the record album was clearly part of the shock absorber time value.

Yet throughout the whole audience, they had many chance to take a leak specific remark on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the cleaning woman in these scenarios were egg white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's public lecture about that shall we. Your group's philosophy ..."There was an ungainly pause as Jessica waited for one of the knocker to explicate their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the query formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sex and animal inherent aptitude. Every birdcall on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates cancel choice. The female of the coinage wants to be bred by the Alpha Male of her species. It's natural natural selection, survival of the fittest. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger shielder, better provider ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial view of the euphony. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her salary increase the field. It was a power dramatic play in the audience. They wanted Jessica McFarland to create the formal introduction of the radical's ism to her interview. They wanted to attest 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 philosophy a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to see a way to have one of the rappers raise the race issue,"some might say that your version is offensive."

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

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

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the women shown to subject to his procession ... they do not give in to anybody less than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the moderately white interviewer.

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

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's sticky question,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to adult female ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white char to give sex with a melanise man ?"

Jessica went Edward White. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The char 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 flustered."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married char throwing away their wedlock, their lifetime, their kinsperson ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in ascendence of their intimate urges. That's suggesting that men are superior to women, because they control these itch in women."

"All we're trying to say is that woman are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of society can't compete with natural urges. There's cypher degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superordinate to women."

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our rivalry that a char would be unable to control her sexual urge when with a total darkness man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are black, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics portray cleaning woman as being intimate object, black men as some kind of super men, and Theodore Harold White Male as debile and afraid. Some people could receive this to be racist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the clean boys in charge of TV and radio set don't want their women to experience the truth. The truth that bootleg men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black male person are superior to all former males ? And that there is some vast conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"aspect at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integrating, black men have dominated fun. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human raceway. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the greatest musician over the concluding one C were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business domain too."

"And of course of study ..."microphone piped up, in his gravely voice,"we dominate as buff ... every woman whoever appeared in a Black penis TV knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those lily-white young woman we hired ended up having sex with the sinister role model when we shot the telecasting. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated making love scenes and sex vista, but once we get those hot Andrew D. White women together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course of instruction ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they niggling modesty-thongs and cocksucker and just get busy, in good order on tv camera ! motherfucker, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those miss and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't train care of byplay in the bedroom like a total darkness MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too very much for Jessica to trust. This claim of tangible sex in the videos was even more unconscionable than their call of confessedly tale behind the song words. The song lyrics might be unfeigned, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ characters'were impart nom de guerre. In the video, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claim. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music telecasting, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any sort of movie. Surely this call couldn't be on-key ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a picture ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to trade phonograph recording and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to induce interviewed some of the modelling from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"Given the fact that your videos are deemed too denotative to be aired on any of the music video TV channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just pip the music television with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to get down with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the promise that we would be able to air them on euphony video epithelial duct. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our TV. Still, the music television electronic network wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the outgrowth of editing peculiar version telecasting now, for release on DVD next class. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our television from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first telecasting will also have the archetype ‘ tame'track of each television you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenery footage."

"Aw, inferno yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking acute ! A lot of girls learned the the true THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty white girls that once you go melanise you don't go back ! topper day of their lifetime ! Hell, it was the best 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 intimate myths that the chemical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the full they could do, she did n't have got to worry about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to brush off the innuendo, but before she could ask another interrogation, Big mike spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it wish a lightlessness man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and disgraceful. Like the song said ‘ No woman can resist, a Joseph Black rooster read/write head, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a FINE womanhood 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 boss. Big Mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tit heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black 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 rappers were so hot that they were capable to seduce and roll in the hay their models, actresses, and dancer on the site of their picture'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this web television journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her puss and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shudder. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of melanize men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't helper but be suddenly reminded of her pipe dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's goliath hands were pawing her total Caucasian white meat. She shook her drumhead, trying to clear her brain 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 dedication as a married woman just for a cheap laugh or a promotional thingamajig !"But I think I can resist just okay. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his bulwark,"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 billystick's Holocene problem. She thought of billy goat's minor, limp putz. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several workweek. Jessica couldn't aid but momentarily drop her big blue eyes down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bigger than billy club's. Suddenly, it moved ! The swelling twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's sight was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the hump.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loudly and that she was staring at the knocker's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly preserve her outburst. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to name control over herself ...

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

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

"Not just any ‘ in force male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a BLACK male person ! The rattling reason masses are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing airstream is the solitary real number issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that cleaning lady are unequal to of controlling their base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just fauna ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and commitment ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a charwoman would empty all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically potent alpha male person came along ?"

"civilisation, respect, loyalty, even fuck are all just pare deep ... a subject of the mind. Race is the real takings because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a with child smutty mitt on Jessica's articulatio genus as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."Nature is primeval. 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 school the great unwashed to the truth. We want people to look by societal conventions ... at what really issue. That's the message of all our euphony on this album, and our side by side album. People are trying to abnegate nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's paw gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep browned center ... When she finally managed to bust his regard, she glanced down at her note of hand, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few column inch, to her mid second joint ... revealing the tops of her Negro stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to alter the subject. She tried to push Shemar's mitt off her leg, but he didn't Don Budge. Not wanting to run attention to Shemar's roaming paw, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her diminutive white mitt on Shemar 's for a 2d or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrasal idiom like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we carry from your future album ? Or your next picture for that subject Can we expect the Saami ... themes ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and powerful. His voice was so calm down, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Lapp time showing a tiny, White person reflection of Jessica, framed by a brawny black face. It made her finger small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his boldness still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of integrating, an attempt to stir up white anger against the idea of putting Negro and whites in the Sami schools and neighborhoods. It is wry that it only succeeded in exposing the very reason whiteboys feared integration ... the concern they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior Black Male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to tell the call's story from a white woman's decimal point of sight. She'll sing about how she used to be with whitened male child, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Appearing in a Black Phallus video was still a hell of a saltation though. Jessica could barely savvy it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... strong-armer ! If Black Phallus's former telecasting were any denotation, then the blond pop princess would be shedding the close leftover of her ‘ destitute'image in a particularly striking fashion !

"Do you have a snip of this video recording, by any luck ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some ground, she found the thought of seeing Brandi President Pierce performing with these men excited her a outstanding deal ... probably just because it would be a great scoop, she told herself.

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

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

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

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a dissimilar Sung dynasty ?"

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

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

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

"inkiness MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the query seemed stuck in her throat."And will you register me ... I mean ... us ... our watcher ... this cartridge holder tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the doubtfulness almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the foremost time during the interview that one of her motion had blurred the distinction between journalistic avocation and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive first feel at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a well journalist ... but that was just the master reasonableness for wanting to see the footage. The unit truth, whether or not Jessica could include the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new telecasting. The TV ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to teach More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"fountainhead"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrongly photographic camera,"let's see it. Without promote ado, KNEN presents, for the first off clock time anywhere, footage from inkiness Phallus's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

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

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Becky leaned forward on the sofa and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced white body. The girl was so completely enwrapped in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the service department room access opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a mouth harp. We see a delicate, feminine, T. H. White handwriting writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome Whitney Moore Young Jr. white-hot man, in a heart-shaped bod. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female voice speaking ...

"beloved Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the blackened doorknocker's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the handwriting keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked hefty black knocker. As the rapper sing, a slack, but fast-growing heartbeat from bass part guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy bell music.

"We hope you like it there in European Economic Community"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 distinguish you,
There's no pauperization to look sharp back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and black !"

"YEAH !"belt ammunition Big microphone's voice.

As the fragile white paw continues writing, there is a news bulletin to a blanched guy reading the letter. blow spreads across his grimace as he shakes his foreland in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of brawny Negroid breast, subdivision, and shoulder joint ... some of shot featuring a small ivory hand wearing an flowery engagement ring, and running over rippling deep brown muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass sent thrill through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her crownwork.

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As the video continues, we return to video recording of the letter-writing hired hand. A chorus starts, Song dynasty by the woman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with movements of the hired man as it writes.

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing bridge player drops the pen, and the finger's breadth flinch, wadding the newspaper briefly. These range of a function are edited together with flashbulb of a white char's naked back. The angle of the television camera gibe indicates that she is bent-grass over. We see two boastfully Negroid work force run up her sides, and grab her petite waist from behind ! The picture quickly cuts back to the handwriting as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a arcminute into the Sung dynasty, and that there wasn't nearly as practically obvious sexual imagination as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her wax white cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While America and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not have been cognisant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of gratification. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent young journalist. All three men's chocolate tegument shined with perspiration from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio apartment photographic camera's filmed the rapper shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the admonisher showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the part of the young lady sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the daughter was ... like she knew her ... but the immature married reporter was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the alone one engrossed by the new video. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal White pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her business firm white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her Danton True Young pinko nipples. She was on the sceptre of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to save and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar phonation squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hired hand jumps again, this sentence forcefully knocking the fiancé's exposure from the desk. There is a rapid chronological succession of footage ... the glass frame of reference hitting the wall and shattering ... a nip of the picture lying on the floor among the broken glass ... a large grim script roughly grabbing a head of blonde pilus ... a shot of black-market back-muscles flexing ... and a dig of two big, aristocratic, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last seam and tries to stay on writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the report ...

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

The basso beat suddenly reaches a tight, thumping crescendo as the telecasting makes a sudden cut to a broad guesswork. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the piece of writing desk ... she's au naturel ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her tit can not be seen. Her human face is hidden by a mass of disobedient blonde hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Sir Thomas More !"the little girl sings as the shot suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the black rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her long blonde hairsbreadth out of her beautiful font ... a very familiar face !

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


"What is this drivel Becky ?"Karen davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a jade while some big negro fondled her dead body continued playing on the TV filmdom.

Becky Davenport, engaged trying to compose herself, was talking at the Saami metre as her mother ... trying desperately to proffer some variety of faint explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the moderately Stanford White teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her somewhat face.

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

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

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

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

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her unseasoned girl and forced her to the stairs, trying to immobilize her view of the telecasting."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

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

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her Henry Sweet, unacquainted, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this television ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few mean solar day ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, mute except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the shaper of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of study of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two push of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the right Angle, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face was companion but her demeanour certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's supporter several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous behavior and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black son of a bitch that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how singular it was that a woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethics and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating raw phase in a medicine picture clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative conduct had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never come along nude in some bum music television, let alone feign a sex scene with some giant black animate being. It was obscene ! 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 sort of painful slut was she ?

As frightful as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the euphony video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to billystick.

Billy could n't think his wife 's response. Jessica 's oral fissure hung subject ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two release of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clutch of her dark lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her pantie to be seeable from the camera angle.

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

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

The tv camera began to zoom along in on Jessica 's panty. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were seeable ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to overwork her ! Billy watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her torso, pausing on her heaving whiten tit. Billy was angry. What the Hell was going on in that studio apartment ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotion Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn picture of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap snap of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap mathematical group 's publicity stunt ? Those Son of gripe ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the green way sofa and ran to the door of the common room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the door and yelling.

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

he-goat 's eyes widened with affright. What if the net made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they create Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some variety of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his head again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

he-goat increased his frantic thrashing on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden television camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her jounce ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of jocularity ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt realisation. It was over ... that was the promotion stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the promotional material stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for cushion value ... just like their record album. This video must have got been some sort of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her consultation, in parliamentary procedure to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an attack to offend Jessica McFarland on internal tv ... 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 false calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a import, trying to regain her professional behaviour ... still completely incognizant of the state of her jacket crown and chick ... or apparently the fact that her interview study were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the youth woman in the picture is actually my personal helper,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her cellular inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a prank. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your grouping is really a superb sarcasm on prejudice and stereotypes about melanise men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's assertion and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, infernal region no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're unplayful baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the knocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is adequate,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing flighty,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather gasp. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized gibbousness in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the course of the interview ! She could barely pluck her center away ... it took her a mo to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't expect 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 potential !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to scupper a publicity stunt any Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her opinion. She didn't want to suppose that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very a lot !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really hateful anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair's-breadth out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and pattern of society can not compete with the Laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to put in to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ making love'will redirect itself towards the ranking male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced wed women. There would be no easily way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning lady would admit to succumbing to their appeal, she might not do so on national boob tube ... and if a woman did that, she might get been paid to do so, to aid in the prolongation of"Black Phallus's"range of a function of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his cervix."Look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the connection 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 blackened chest of drawers, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the contact in the Sir Ernst Boris Chain were gravid than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and semblance were not all the same. Most of the link were amber, but some appeared to be Pt or silver. Some golf links were slightly tumid than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like range mail. Throughout this pattern of metallic element connection, Jessica could see bright, shining stone. Like the links, the stones were of different size and colors. The arrangement of the gem was generous, but seemed random, with no correspondence or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to particular data link, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a tingle went up her spur, and a frisson went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding tintinnabulation as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from tie ... to link ... to unite ... confirming her observation.

The links in the concatenation were made up of gang ... not simple chain connectedness made of cute metal, but women's jewellery ... marriage ceremony lot and engagement rings ! Some were atomic number 79, some atomic number 78 ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with news 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 interlocking halo and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's center remained touch on, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could own just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the data link. Jessica stared at it in mental rejection. The link was a stun design of gold, atomic number 78, and baseball diamond. The platinum banding was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au approach pattern. This delicate blueprint had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and l years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an frightful crease in the delicate filagree, where the band 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 hombre were awfully handsome ... hard ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaging reeled with exposure of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must sustain been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might take stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to traverse that a pure Lester Willis Young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let lonely one of the rappers of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to think that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the rattling reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many former band ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would essay it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could consume paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone bleak, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last dark and fucked her hard, filmed the whole affair ... 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 consistency ... their muscle ... their huge cocks ... yes, they had to have huge stopcock ! She was in a desperate fighting now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would evidence it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her external respiration was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did make Sarah ... she's offspring ... impressionable ... she could deliver been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Christian Bible."You can't test that any intelligent, mature, sophisticate woman would precipitate for that ... that ‘ once you go black'frill !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big mike 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 mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black body. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the bantam Theodore Harold White journalist."You won't drop for no ‘ once you go black trumpery ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingle in her pussy.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can make ANY woman ... any advanced, levelheaded, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alert as she heard Big mike's language, and saw him reaching for the fly of his gasp !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticate married cleaning woman like you will believe in the sexual power of a big black cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her middle darted back and forth between the three melanize rappers'shining, bare, and muscular black chests ... her puss felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't play tricks 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 sizing gimcrack ... ‘ Once you go mordant, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart and soul ... her pussy ... were all racing with exhilaration now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black knocker surrounded the lilliputian Stanford White 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.

"DOES THIS LOOK ilk 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 BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as teardrop filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M sledding TO FUCKING kill THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

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

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a promotional material stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment packaging stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue center widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so Negroid ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 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 cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or midst. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own jumbo cock. Big Mike's shaft was only about 10 or 11 in long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by jolt ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed cancel ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for sealed was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to balk them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white deal and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant ignominious cock ... and her digit just seemed to want to twine around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chortle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her former hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her helping hand found his hammer ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two tiny flannel manus, grasping these two tremendous black shaft. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their fat jet black cutis, and her lily Patrick White bridge player. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the giant jet black rod cell almost as if she 'd put herself under a enchantment, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her backtalk ... Jessica could find her tongue, pushing past her back talk ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to clear a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in jolt, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio bunch had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nix to cease it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stoppage to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this persist in ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was abhorrent ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's show. The live programme ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barricade interview, uninterrupted ... the specific petition that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This unharmed interview ... it was all a packaging stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of people were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long black cocks while a thirdly one was about to enrol her mouth. he-goat ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY import ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their forward motion ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm marry !"

'' spousal relationship do n't mean horseshit babe ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black stopcock in his hand ... `` It 's only innate sister, you want the best stock breeder, all women do. The fact is Black men are the best breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black cock can yield you the best shag of your life ! Your husband can only impart you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her wax white breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big stopcock could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved he-goat ...

"This mob represents my married man's love and esteem for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing horseshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents fright. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without little Au stripe, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a poor attempt by a bloodless man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a door. The trouble is that trivial gold lock chamber on that doorway won't stand up to a big Negro battering ram !"

Jessica shook her headway."This ringing is a symbolisation of my cultism to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS anchor ring here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the ring from her finger's breadth then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure as shooting it's just a objet d'art of fucking jewelry ! A pretty fiddling gold band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's metre to break that chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above in high spirits above her reach. The blond lost her residual and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you need it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big nigger peter in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own ribbing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS wedding party closed chain DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK turncock !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as babe blasphemous centre darted back and forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."give me back my ring !"She was so ruttish and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big microphone challenged."You know its reliable. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her hubby's impotence on national television ;"I haven't been paying enough tending to him ... he's under a lot of strain !"

"bull"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the clip ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a bang wimp !"

"O.K."Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her band 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 beat ! But I can't cheat on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused quarry,"You do n't have anything to worry about here love. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful lily-white adult female in her intimate prime to desire the biggest cock she can get her hand on, and that usually means a black stopcock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to accept it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"O.K."B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to accept it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool babe. Here it is, all you have to do, is just involve it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding ring on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her somewhat whiteness face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. have your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stopover you again. Prove to all of us that your union vows and professional reputation are more of import than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the police of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black cock ... and letting her get a good puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight inch from her font. There was no avoiding it. This was her merely chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least forfend 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 annulus and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent dick again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to run a risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the Green way 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would submit the halo ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the abhorrent black cock in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not very ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick black prick under the reasonably blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your death prospect to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her sassing was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the trope in front of her. Her choice ... her anchor ring ... that cock ... The undimmed atomic number 79 band glinted in a breathtaking direct contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the like time ? The mob's delicate size seemed so peanut compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, blackamoor pecker that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering amber wedding party ring, a beautiful symbolic representation of her promise to be close to her husband, of her loving eonian alliance with him. Or was it B-Love's rooster that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't service but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding party ringing ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost galvanising prickling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting secure. At that consequence, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal risque eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel caper, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny White hand shakiness ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling Andrew D. White fingertips barely touched the mob than her hand seemed to train on a lifespan of its own. Her tiny finger lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth black turncock. The sudden apparent motion caused her wedding party ring to drop to the flooring ... but for some reason, her oculus didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony tree humanity ... and her tiny white bridge player clutching it compressed, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's manus slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black tool, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender ovalbumin finger curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's sable shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the trading floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just find fault it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to discontinue stroking B-Love's splendid black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having s opinion about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO equivalence ! Everybody can see which is good ! You could have got left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't take it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a storey ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's racy eyes bolted wide unresolved in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS existence BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the idea only seemed to charge her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the verity, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO snake pit ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T lack HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deprivation BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER rooster THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S limp White WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE true statement, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black pecker ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop curtain.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to utter tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a shocking, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black rooster. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to have it off me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... raw. Even for a married fair sex,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit truth !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the true statement. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big mike. smile, she took his turncock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your video recording ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's shaft in her other manus. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I ingest to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention 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 worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink oral fissure,"now that you've admitted the Sojourner Truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature claim its course !"


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Through teary eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the tv camera, a big black-market cock in each hand, and one just in from her lips. Her sparkling sky blue center were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet strapping voice barely over a rustle."I guess I should severalise him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so deplorable ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of grade, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not Worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All nightstick could do was watch helplessly as the natural action unfolded on the television screen. He felt cast to his stomach. His beautiful blonde married woman turned her big juicy eyes away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly orotund disastrous shaft. She looked at it lovingly. baton fell to the level, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's cryptic Robert Brown heart and smiled, before returning her azure gaze to the massive contraband cock in her hand. Her eyelids seemed profound ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry he-goat ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... innate. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big Shirley Temple Black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink lips grazed the top dog of his raging contraband hammer."Kiss that nigga dick. Lick it ! solve it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's dark-brown rooster. Her centre stared at his turncock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the duration of the shaft with her knife. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's rooster, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big Mike's with her right. Her arm and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's putz were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's gentle buss reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his lowering black testis, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might birth had earlier that evening ... any question ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a equanimity race over her consistence ... and a desire to delight these magnificent black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga cock ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking bleak rooster is the adept thing any Edward Douglas White Jr. charwoman can do with her mouth. practiced than asking us a bunch of stupe fuckin'interview questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would cause been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right wing ... that was the best matter she could do with her sass ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eye ... pulling herself away from Shemar's musket ball ... kissing the length of his barb as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouthpiece opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's fiend into her warm wet rima oris. Her lingua circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to groan. His strong black mitt took hold of Jessica's head teacher ... his fingers running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and to a greater extent of his shaft into her will mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed oral cavity. Her delicate white hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's dick, while her forefront bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeply and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the dick ... taking the all matter in her sassing ... when she was interrupted.

"My round man"Big mike whispered ..."this hired man damn is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's read/write head, allowing her to swop over to Big mike. Big mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand loosened its travelling bag on Big mike's fat bleak shaft as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay babe"Big microphone smiled,"This cock's a couple inches chummy than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's fatten black rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have very much room to point around Mike's girth, but she did her salutary. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretchability enough to lead him any deeper ... he was just too thickly. She felt Big Mike root for 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 black stopcock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding gang ... she wanted it in her rima oris ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his fingerbreadth at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's hired hand. Jessica's Kuki quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's incorrect ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to counterbalance any faulty that she might birth made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY pecker, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at trading floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding halo 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 require me to put that stupid ... thing on my fingerbreadth again ?"She asked sulk."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 polishing Au ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suction THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D better PUT THAT shucks RING ON right field NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the couch, She quickly dropped to her knee joint and then fell on all four, scrambling across the studio trading floor, her full chest straining to reveal free of her decollete jacket. The tv camera caught the shaft from a low front angle, giving the house spectator a slap-up view of Jessica's whitish egg white cleavage as she crawled on all Little Joe on the studio trading floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my putz in your left hand helping hand, and stroke it. You may not go down on it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's ray in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observation, stroking their own hammer. This was one of B-Love's short ‘ ceremonies of mastery'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and spark while you move your script back and forth ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your moderately white hand ... see how your pretty white manus looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became sullen ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motility of her paw on B-Love's cock. visible radiation glinted from her shiny atomic number 79 closed chain ... sometime symbol of fidelity ... as the Edward D. White deal that wore it pumped a giant ebony tree stopcock. Unconsciously, she dropped her veracious hand under her doll, hiking it up and reaching her hot souse panties ... she began to rub her cunt gently ... in time with the stroke of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hired man off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my prick !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her decent hand from her pussy and grabbing the root word of B-Love's prick. His turncock, being over a metrical unit long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 in visible while she pumped it with both her small white hands. Not once did she contract her centre off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring attend ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left handwriting as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering amber shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold ring ... tiny Elwyn Brooks White hand ... big black pecker ..."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 man of atomic number 79. Kind of like the data link in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my hammer now !"

Jessica gasped with delectation, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's snatch. B-Love rested a turgid bootleg hand on Jessica's chief, forcing her properly paw off. Holding her pass in shoes, B-Love pushed his cock 6 column inch into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! SUCK THAT BIG Shirley Temple stopcock"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left bridge player furiously stroked the foundation of B-Love's coal-black ray ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her give hired man off his rooster, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavily pitch blackness balls.

"Cup my bollock Mrs. McFarland. separatrix them, lift them. palpate how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her backtalk to the full of tool. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black formal with her go forth deal. They felt so cloggy ... good ... Meanwhile, Jessica's veracious hand had found a plate stroking Big mike's pecker again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head teacher closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her back talk. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her leave hand found Shemar's peter again and started stroking. A cock in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 column inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her oral cavity. B-Love's script stayed resting on her light-haired oral sex, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more than inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's stopcock pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her center, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock glide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nozzle pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure notch over her unit body, causing her hale consistency to shake. If B-Love's pecker hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a wow that would ingest shattered trash.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's shaft. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suck black stopcock !

B-Love lifted his helping hand from Jessica's point ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his peter 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 rima oris, and grabbed B-Love's with her exit hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several to a greater extent mo, the cat chuckling as the beautiful blond anchor woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in play while stroking the others'shaft with small white hired man !

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The fit played out on TV silver screen across the States. The viewer who weren't yet too knocked out or enraptured by the issue on silver screen were on their phones calling their friends. All over the States, people 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 to the lowest degree two former witness that were far more worry with the activities of a different blond KNEN employee.

Karenic davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her center ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her idiot box set. Karen Davenport was far more worry with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black knocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Saami inglorious stud's shaft in her mouth. Karen just stared at the cover ... a million defence and query swimming through her read/write head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a dependable girl. Sarah was saving herself for man and wife. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he suppose of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this occur ?

Karen's youthful girl, Becky, was wondering the Same matter ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the program on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the appearance downstairs, in the support way. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's reaching dwelling house. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her older sister writhing in hug drug with a big black stud. The coup d'oeil 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 TV and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left hand. Once alone in her way, Becky could only think about her babe. She knew what the group had said about the womanhood in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo the Virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her cautious mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these black rapper. Unable to conceive of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her telephone set, and dialed her babe's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's part giggled on the cell speech sound,"I thought you might scream ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her baby was behaving so normally ... how could she be so insouciant ?

"How about the music television ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her child sister's opaque stammers."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything worry ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent judgment of conviction."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that television ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those hombre are so shag incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big babe ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the picture she'd seen that night ... how often they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the television was ‘ really ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an ingratiation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to look in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy rope can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the grouping before I was."Sarah paused for a mo. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can infix you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the grouping, but after seeing the things she had seen that nighttime, the prognosis of meeting them cheek to facial expression was sort of scarey.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP flip. 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 listen interpreter in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep Male phonation. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"flavour Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how yearn I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her baby's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would relish seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy are going to learn a LOT tonight ! feeling, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my booster until I can piece up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah delay ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"how-do-you-do Rebecca."a deep male articulation said on the other end of the sound line.

Becky gasped and hung up the sound, tossing it on the bed. Her new body trembled.

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In the green room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blond wife sucking three Black person putz on interior television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, ineffectual to reckon away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything Sir Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the bottom of the television screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a newsworthiness channel.

"The ordinary fateful cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

billystick couldn't deny that these guys were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 per centum of women polled say they prefer disastrous men to white men, sexually."read the side by side bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billy as he began to believe the ramifications of the program line that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a promotional material stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often ineffectual to see their sexual urges when confronted with a dim cock."read the next intelligence crawl.

"Sixty per centum of hook up with snowy women take contraband lovers within ten year of getting married."

"seminal fluid from a black man has a 40 per centum better prospect of successfully fertilizing a charwoman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

billy club's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would make the guy rope wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was supersensitive to the tablet, and didn't want to bear children.

'' Black men never where condom when they fuck white cleaning lady ! '' said the next factoid.

truncheon shook his foreland ... Jessica would get to them wear a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father shaver, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her calling before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear condoms. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that persuasion crossed his mind, then the succeeding news program Australian crawl appeared on screen.
'' gabardine wife who force their husbands to wear prophylactic never do so when fucking their black skipper ! ''

Billy's belly sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"baton answered his own query out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all role of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The life-threatening, occupy face on her expression when she'd told him what might bump. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another paradigm of his married woman ... at menage ... masturbating while watching these rapper'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his powerlessness ... that wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might have been a publicity stunt. The secretaire's seduction might have been a promotional material stunt. The intelligence crawl ... these rapper exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on national television set was not a roll in the hay stunt.

'' I 'll deliver to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some variety of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde married woman eagerly alternated between the rapper's outsize blackened cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the tasting ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her expression when she sucked those BLACK pecker ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful married woman was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black pecker and loving every second 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 married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would incommode using condoms. He also doubted very a lot that they would draw in out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, billy club knew that they would forever stick out the mark of her unfaithfulness by raising a melanise child !

Billy's concern were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very particular episode of"The whole Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"Black member ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the intimate great power of black men, and learning the truth about size of it, survival, stamina, and endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black member have already graciously agreed to help us explore and look into these idea and theory. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at paw tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand account of her experiences as these events unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring this evening's instalment. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this eventide, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"blackamoor member's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hairsbreadth and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative darkness red crownwork, and grim turtleneck shirt. Her hairsbreadth was tied back with a boastfully black-market ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell apart our watcher a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the prototypal banter of news program co-anchors."I'm twenty-four yr old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two twenty-four hours ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various months to a Pres Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the erroneousness of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a Virgo the Virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'tool."I admit that I'd given him a few helping hand jobs to keep him happy while he respected my indirect request to wait for man and wife ... but I was never tempted to choose it advance 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 pitch-black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant allele ... strong. I couldn't supporter myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many month, and I never knew the joy that they could own provided me !"

"Working in a spot with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm sword lily that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to ingest sex with Brad, or any other Andrew Dickson White man ! I saved myself for a real man, the only when kind of man who deserves to put his prick into my beautiful body. A opprobrious man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your regard to rest a virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the for the first time time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the outset meter ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black genus Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you wish to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"commencement"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the pastime of freedom of the pressure and providing our paying viewing audience with detailed entropy about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer prudence is advised for our more medium viewing audience ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The cartridge clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Andrew Dickson White side. The television camera is having worry keeping her expression in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's hidrosis ... her haircloth is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's cervix ... and bare articulatio humeri. She seems to be sitting in a big chair, but at the same time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The television camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive snapshot in the video, nothing obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare human body. There is goose egg blocking the television camera's view of Sarah's firm white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a professorship ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular Shirley Temple Black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long blond hair obscure the calamitous scantling's look. She opens her heart, dreamily looking into the photographic camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to dispatch the sentence before her interpreter deteriorates into jubilant shriek.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her longsighted whiteness pegleg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the photographic camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth on the tremendous dim shaft. B-Love runs his enormous ebony paw around her lilliputian waist, over her flat white belly, and around her wide white chest, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white tegument and pinko nipple practically glow in demarcation with the big, rough, blacken finger's breadth kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another Negroid man walks into the slam ... we can't see his fount ... but his cock is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her minor Edward D. White deal. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to bring her back talk to play the bulging lightlessness cockhead. She gives a agile glimpse to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the dot. The conflict is off ! Bye ! ... shtup ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera provender,"That was some flummox footage. Who were those two calamitous men in that hot television, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new bleak 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 inglorious master !"

"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. cipher might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to recite you I wanted you to discase down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would take off your clothing here, on television ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you require me to try out it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, get off your apparel. I want to see you doing the rest of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the president. She then reached down and unzipped her doll, letting it fall to the floor. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her twat succus. Now she was left in those pantie and her fit inglorious turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her subdivision, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her pass, revealing her flat lily-white tum and broad, strong albumen tit ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned flannel lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very gracious"Watkins said, dragging one of his bombastic black fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the aid. Tom wanted to take hold of her and have it away her decent then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's metre to chink back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."man ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her top dog bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat dim cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them decent and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black tool in her lip. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a monolithic pitch-dark cock while she sucked and licked the one in her sassing ! She was in the center of switching off, trying to demand B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to serve some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki-Chin, keeping her uneasy human face column inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that dick in her back talk again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black cock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a Shirley Temple Black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chairperson, asking her query when she desperately wanted to go forward sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastical !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two tool in her hands ... giving them a loving clinch."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my hide !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you suppose of their size of it ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful examples of manful privates I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful deep brown color ... they're so hard and house !"

"How do they compare to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. baton is only five in long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this pitiful hobble three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her head off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their unveiling on screen,"Are all grim men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as pocket-sized and pathetic as Jessica's hubby ?"

"That's a undecomposed question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted query perfectly."Why don't you do some field inquiry for our viewers and witness out ! I want you to go around the building and measure black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a expectant theme"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking black men to register her their shaft ! 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 residuum of the programme in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her vesture for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underclothes and meeting more, buxom black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hall would be enhanced mordant stud and ashen cuckolds, all under the employ and ascendency of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that affair, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically victor to Edward D. White men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio apartment proletarian and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a foresightful time ... and tonight they were getting their want. What was Sir Thomas More, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to lie with her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell sound. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the studhorse shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his manus."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her headphone, and had been for several hour. Should she call her sis back ? Would Sarah response, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and perturbed, trying to fleece in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ medicine video'clipping, Becky's mother had confined her to her elbow room. How had her materialistic sister ended up ‘ pretending'to bear sex in a Black Phallus rap video ? She tried to call in 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 admirer"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a heavy black man ! Becky was too scared to tattle to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN word desk. She didn't get laid Sarah had just been on television system talking about her newfound love of black cock, the end of her wedding ceremony mesh, and the passing of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown expressed footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the anteroom of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a extra ‘ word'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her telephone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the earpiece rang. The song said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unknown man. She hesitated to do, and let the phone go to voice chain mail. Seconds later, the headphone chimed as a text content popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to verbalize to my protagonist ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's representative cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million interrogation, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG task for the boss and I don't have clip to talk right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you opine will materialize ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just lecture to my Friend for now, okey. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"goodness girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich people, masculine articulation 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, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should blab to me. narrate me a little about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting secure. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big bootleg admirer'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous brawny pitch-dark men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just shout out back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. enjoin me, are you here immature sister or previous ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to fall up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you look like your babe ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this aggregate stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear spyglass like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound aphrodisiac, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to retrieve of the man's boldface statement.

"William Tell me girl, do you and your babe contribution the same stake ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the macho-man asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the unit of their lives. Sarah was a good young lady."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 dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV cover ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a euphony video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"prick female child, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white ass for Black person men !"

"No ... that was just that euphony video recording !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did underprice him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that fiddling video time from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the medicine video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your Sister's Henry Sweet blonde snatch being invaded by a big black turncock ! She sho'as hell at a Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the snake pit was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"little girl, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's cheek on the screen ... She was in that medicine video clip. I had to call to ascertain out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the pitch-dark man said, understanding."That's a damn disgrace fille. You should accept seen your big babe just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how a great deal she loves blackened peter !"

"That's not admittedly ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your family seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the blackamoor man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the mordant stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to hook downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"confidence me girl,"the rivet laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the way with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her judgement is gon na be on early things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the earpiece was right.

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As Karen davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to search away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this grease was bad enough, but then she saw her honest-to-goodness girl on the screen in some kind of debauched self-justification for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to stay watching the disgusting program to try and find oneself some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged girl disavow her religious belief, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some farcical notion of black male high quality ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her Old daughter would never actually throw off her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"euphony video ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all question that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her ducky daughter to the devil ... a big BLACK Old Nick ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chairman."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen davenport was disgusted by these event ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joys of big black pecker, the materialistic mother of two began stroking and squeezing the farsighted black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her flyspeck white hands. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special naming, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up missy being ravished by three black doorknocker, Karen davenport continued watching. Without thought process, she dropped the great Shirley Temple Black remote command to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a get married woman, how does it have you experience to be sucking the pecker of three men who you only met this evening. And on television receiver ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monolithic inkiness pecker that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married fair sex ... I feel some sorrow for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married cleaning woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on television set ... well, it's a public avail !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my hymeneals vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the top executive of beautiful fatal shaft like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to delight such sexually thoroughgoing men ... lightlessness men ... no affair who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my duty as a journalist to put their claims to the trial !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing bleak cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be surely ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual top executive over you, why is it that after nearly 30 minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their peter ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the deduction that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a bound to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my marriage ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you possess 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 other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another motion,"Tom added before Jessica could respond 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 naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to drop off your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her devotee with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her black masters ... the men giving her so very much pleasure by allowing her to suck their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your eubstance ? To enjoy your body ? Your entirely body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a minor comic strip tease. She turned to the three black rapper, slowly unbuttoning all but the last button of her jacket 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 berm were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket crown from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve ball of feminine looker. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy white cleavage, but now she wanted to recreate up the exhibit ... to tantalize her black lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to hunger after her ... to want her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the he-man, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final exam button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the push button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the cap. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Christian Bible, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black helping hand on her shoulder joint. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other knocker, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big down eye and blushing white face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of great power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief coup d'oeil under her cap, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving white bosom. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her cap again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio apartment. For a rent irregular it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might tear out of her lustful daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the knock-down black doorknocker. As she looked into their faces, a calmness passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her articulatio humeri again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the crownwork faux pas over her shoulders, again exposing the Black straps of her bra. She looked at Big microphone."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy Patrick Victor Martindale White shoulders.

He brought his hands 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 mistake from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three black rappers and the studio camera clad in her black skirt, and her shameful Hidden cupboard 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 apartment, Tom and the doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a unspoiled consistency ... but nonentity knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white pot was flat as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky whitened boob BEGGED to be released from the beautiful Joseph Black bra ... but the contrast of the Joseph Black bra against her snowfall T. H. White skin was too beautiful for anybody to intervene with ... yet.

"I don't know if the watcher at home can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this charwoman's dead body is flawless. Her Stanford White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment lighter. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to snap up the woman he was looking at and sleep together her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It for sure is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... venter ... cleavage ... his fat rooster pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how soft her pelt is, effort of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet little make up missy over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't maintenance much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnical'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious youthful Jessica McFarland, though he would never let in it. He never missed an episode of"The whole accuracy ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view programme of her interview with total darkness genus Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the chemical group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their video recording, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster strong-armer seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutal advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at employment that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'tremendous grim cocks. His stroke became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her white meat, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the story. He winced as he climaxed, squirting viscous seed into his hands. Panting, trying to strip up the raft in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's outcry for the Jessica's make-up girl to link up the fun.

His warmheartedness sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His judgement flashed back to a headphone conversation from just a few night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even make me interview a bit clock 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 wizard ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to state you who yet, because I want it to be a surprisal !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guesswork 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 TV in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the difficult way that his stepdaughter Calluna vulgaris was working at KNEN. She was doing physical composition for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV concealment, she was walking onto a set full of bare bootleg men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's pecker suddenly went hobble ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up girlfriend, had been watching events blossom out from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty greenish eyes had widened with daze when she saw the men release their giant star black cocks. Her tiny mouthpiece hung afford hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her glower lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Scots heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder distance brownish-black hairsbreadth, pushing it behind her flyspeck shell-like spike. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the core of the lion's den. She stood just within flesh of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should presume approach.

"Go on heather mixture,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a advert up."

Heather was nervous, but it would sustain been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their brawny grim screwing and blanket articulatio humeri. heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the guessing. She reached around Jessica's front end, watching her hands oeuvre on the nearby video varan. She dabbed Jessica's cheek, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponger over Jessica's total, white-hot knocker ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job fille !"

broom shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the lightlessness men were pleased with her study. She dropped her manus down further, over Jessica's flat whiteness tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the photographic camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very finis to her hand ... Heather saw one of the rapper's massive hammer being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. broom's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for various second, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker Base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved psyche ... their berm ... their tremendous pectoral muscle ... their rippling abs. She rested her other hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busybodied having their hammer's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white physical structure and kissed her boldness, lips, neck, and white meat !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big microphone's, so Scots heather applied a little more make up to his dead body ... to emphasize its the soft, fertile light brown of his skin. Again she let her early hand drift over his sleeve ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscle system. Scots heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black trunk. heather thought B-Love's dark cutis shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's consistency as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His cutis shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her war paint leech on his cheek, then down his heavyset neck opening, his broad berm, then his sinewy arms. His powerful dark chest glistened under the studio lights, so heather mixture began dabbing it side by side. Her tiny white hand guided the parazoan over Big mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big Mike's monolithic fatal turncock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her helping hand to the rapper's fatheaded black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretense of applying make-up. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to find fault it up. Instead the moderately brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big microphone's throbbing ebony tree pecker. She felt a burning desire to relate it, to dig its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big mike's belly, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular black pectus.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the aroused make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Calluna vulgaris said, staring at the big black rooster in her 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 !"

Scots heather looked at the Monitor. Jessica's chest of drawers, neck opening, and boldness glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. Heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunet suddenly felt Big Mike's with child, black hand on her shoulder joint, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the slide fastener than ran halfway down her dame, over her depart hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the saturnine cloth of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the wench, letting it slide slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the syndicate of pitch-black textile that circled her ankle joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a splendid mountain to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden water closet lingerie tout ensemble ... between two immense, muscular bootleg men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny lily-white hands. Jessica's snow bloodless pelt glowed in beautiful line with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the boastfully pitch-dark hands that slid all over her consistence. Her breasts heaved with hullabaloo, threatening to fail out of her black satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her flat Theodore Harold White tummy and black satin supporter belt, and pushed them into her bootleg French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, assault gabardine ass, and B-Love snaked his large melanize fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the Junoesque white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular Shirley Temple rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and second joint, her eyes were locked on the enormous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their sizing ... their passion ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her integral Cy Young life story !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the moderately Whitney Moore Young Jr. constitution lady friend lick her rim as her green eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our make-up girl Calluna vulgaris seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us heather mixture, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."ling replied ... never breaking her regard on the black prick inches from her pretty, Whitney Young face.

"nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his exhilaration. A Virgo the Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on home television system. He loved being a voice of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to reach herself to a disgraceful man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to listen that, ling !"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 mixture gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so practically bigger !"broom said,"The bragging guy I was ever with was seven in. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a beau ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather mixture said.

"What color do you intend your next beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Scots heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be dark !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"wellspring shit girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the piece of ass are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga putz right here with your name on it !"

Heather's young white face lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any boost encouragement. Her war paint kit suddenly clattered to the storey as her small Caucasian hands immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how severely and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her mild pink spit circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his finger through the young brunette's whisker as he thrust his prick into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this niggling steady ever since he'd put down eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her aegir ministrations on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's sinewy black soundbox ... their monstrous black rooster rubbing against her subdued blank second joint, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's strong chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her breasts from their pitch-dark silklike confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a punter job. Jessica's knocker had a nice natural fogginess, but they were still firm and young. They were full-of-the-moon, troll, radiant white orb with blotto pink mammilla. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his oral cavity immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black hands snaked under her petite black panties. The front of the pantie was cut in a French style ... sending straps high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the Lapplander time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observer with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's cunt. The back of the step-in was little More than a thong ... revealing the smooth white apricot of Jessica's perfect round ass. This flimsy bit of bleak lace and satin was the solitary thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black tool that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those turncock ... big ... firmly ... hot ... rubbing against her stage ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her total firm tits. B-Love's hand groped and squeezed her ass, his finger's breadth occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big total darkness cocks ... so voiceless ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussycat. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her delicate moans got louder ... louder ... card sharp ... they turned to screams ... shrieking of joy ... as wave after wave of hot delight past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH ass !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... ass ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm 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 River body, all through her verbal substitution with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the reasonably goggle box journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check 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 nighttime, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed electric circuit tv set, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the projection screen snag between the studio linchpin desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the park elbow room. Billy looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the blot out 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 sexual climax'of her spirit. She didn't have it with you billy goat, she had it with two black men whom she only met this eve. How does that realize you palpate ?"

On screen door, a caption appeared under billystick."Bill McFarland : hereafter Cuckold"Billy could see it on the CRT screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"he-goat yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the photographic 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 to the lowest degree tell us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely unable to block your married woman's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick !"baton yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is intelligible !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this dazed cracker."After all, its belike that after tonight your married woman never want to have sex with your pitiful trivial dickie-seat again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU shuffling HER nookie THOSE coon ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF speech communication, YOU BABY-DICKED cracker ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is devising your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the Sojourner Truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inch hard, but your powerlessness means that your stay at a soft 3 inches. Can you reassert this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the room access to the greenish room outburst open and two burly Negro men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"deuce-ace column inch ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the elbow room as the two men through truncheon against a wall, letting him come to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the elbow room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, man, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct compare going !"

A rent blind comparison was put up on the monitor. One pellet was a frost skeletal frame of Billy McFarland's tiny cock, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's XII inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy goat McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio recording provender to his room still active.

"HELL billystick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A gripe ! ! !"Billy yelled before his part suddenly cut out. The snag filmdom showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just drop off your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out tacky.

The split screen being broadcast showed billy club on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with tears and furor. The words ‘ ass NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouthpiece. The other incline of the split up sieve showed his beautiful tweed married woman, Jessica McFarland, wearing nix but her wedding gang, stockings, and panties… writhing between two immense Shirley Temple Black rap stars with huge sinister cocks rubbing against her dark satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah davenport and her age bracket laughed at the lost bloodless cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the threshold and demanded to be released.

"I think you should sing to your babe again. She seems confused."The black stud poker with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight on a match of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at family ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to shew her nigrify superior respect.

The mordant stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the telephone."Is something untimely ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch 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 friend of mine !"

"What kind of protagonist ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of ridiculous thing about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video recording was existent ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black guys !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to look until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the audience ? harbour't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her Old sister's confession."I tried to secernate you former, mom came household and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my way ! I haven't seen anything since that music video cartridge clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the near parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not trusted ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can take heed the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your estimator ? Do you still have my cite board selective information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"commodity !"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 consultation. Just registry with my credit entry lineup !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom doorway and sat down at her computing machine. As she brought up the web site and log on page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video provender downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this political program tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most important matter you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so crucial ? What will I see ?"

"fountainhead sis,"Sarah responded,"at the import I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two appendage of OUR favored rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those guy rope ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the true statement too ! That's why I want you to check. Just sentry !"

Becky was about to indicate with her sister when the video-stream finally finished cargo and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful whiteness journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Edward Douglas White Jr. cutis glowing under the studio lights. Two Brobdingnagian blackened rivet, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her full-bosomed Andrew Dickson White frame between their brawny dark organic structure.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... curse word and using the Lord's name in vena at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's noted !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional news program backbone. She's on the cover of magazine. 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 lay down her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the telephone set.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black person Men with BIG Black stopcock. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The accuracy ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the activity unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are superordinate to T. H. White men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black penis will use Jessica McFarland to make for sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, marital Andrew D. White woman can admit herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by hoodlum doorknocker she just met, then cosmos will know the Sojourner Truth. There will be no more quiesce rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to abnegate it. Everybody will know the fact that blackened men are better, hard, and BIGGER than snowy men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the I I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the figurer screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to steal down to her private parts and set out rubbing again, as she stared at her preferent knocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and scanty. Then they sent me out into the halls of the construction to find male employees and randomly compare cock sizes between black guys and whitened hombre !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to demonstrate that all lightlessness guys are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys hawkshaw are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to try that black men are sexually superior to white men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you opine that its reliable ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive pitch blackness shaft 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 River hombre I've checked out are midget ... limp. The nigrify men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sis talk dirty while she watched the action on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't hitch like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big ignominious putz they get HARD fast ! They're ready to have sex ! They look so good in my White hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Pres Young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my cite card act so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those telecasting !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the video because they want you to opine about sex with mordant men. They want white girls like you to see what consider about what those big grim hammer can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those fateful cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why hold Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simpleton command caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and adjoin the dance orchestra Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"tone Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to get word more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine vox replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hired man away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the scantling on the phone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to catch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television silver screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take caution of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both bridge player !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her Sister holding a massive black cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her estimator screen. The Whitney Young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her private parts again, pushed two lily-white fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her lilliputian pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimate of your sister with black stud poker now !"The calamitous 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 nigga 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 Shirley Temple putz like that fucking your Sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the stud poker suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the enquiry.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a blackened cock before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the Inferno you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long black cock on her electronic computer monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the sinister man said."parkway your moderately blank ass down to the network edifice. I'll make tonight hatful damn peculiar for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my nuptials dark !"

"wedding night ?"the melanize stud asked."Why wait for a Patrick Victor Martindale White wedding one day, when you can have a ignominious shaft tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The opinion was so terrible ! She thought about all the metre she'd rejected the advances of dates over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw off that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The smuggled macho-man argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the estimable years of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of black cock ! deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a black peter slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big melanize friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big Joseph Black studs using her young white body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the calculator screen and imagined HER cheek alternating between those three black-market cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the dim macho-man teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're observance ? Are you looking at those big black shaft and rubbing that angelical pure pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big bootleg hammer might do to you ... to your somewhat white body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the brink of climax.

"Well STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her manus away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her handwriting quiver near her pussycat."Why ?"

"block fantasizing Becky !"the scantling shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your Sister industrial plant. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and ram down to this studio now and unite me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the 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 forbearance with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can hump you ... so I can take you virginity with my big inkiness COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his need !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the macho-man said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your gens with security department at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you improve 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 show. You know how to adjoin me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, hold !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

vertebral column in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to liken the penis sizes of lightlessness men and ashen men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Joseph Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of it of billy goat McFarland's so called penis. Let's balk in and see what she's discovered about other egg white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared burst concealment with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and Forth River between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for article of clothing. Her fuzz was messy, there was a fiddling bit of dehydrated cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her Theodore Harold White shoulder, almost exposing one of her business firm vernal breasts.

"I've tested several men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. White men varied from about 3 in to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a very well woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get grueling ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no hassle achieving hard-on. Some of them even had trouble getting their putz back in their gasp after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the position demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"audio like a awkward situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these Negroid studs have an incredible recuperation time, and I'm informed that those cock of theirs never get truly flabby 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 trouble convincing other white charwoman to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black turncock are !

"So what exactly were the sizing ambit of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The fair hard black shaft was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the great Negro man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an corpulent 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 storey, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name copper ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely unbelievable, you might count this man lucky, but bullshit's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous member's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his dick is almost always toilsome. His testicles are also extremely orotund and swollen. He says that it is often dreadful to survive like this, and he has to jack off constantly, just to proceed his life story fair to middling !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help oneself ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying papal bull's putz. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please horseshit ... to free his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her lip around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead Miss ..."fuzz offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a piece. It wouldn't admit too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a prospicient prison term since I had a woman's touch !"

"strait like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the fiend, a picayune afraid, but her thirstiness for melanise cock overwhelming, and she could think of no cause not to abide by Bull's petition. She smiled, thinking how good it would reach her feel to help him ... and how beneficial it would feel to concern the biggest tool she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The photographic camera followed her as she dropped to her human knee and hefted Bull's giant cock in her script. He was so improbable, she practically had to entertain his cock above her oral sex just to get it to charge out away from his eubstance. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed turkey. She tried to reserve it, but her small Edward White hands didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a one-third the size of her unit brass. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy turncock up though ... it was too difficult. bruiser stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the pinch of her passe white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulder joint, letting her bra slide down her arm, revealing her full house breasts. The bra had covered her so a great deal that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her teat were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's replete, firm, young Stanford White tits in each of his meaty black handwriting and kneaded them gently.

"They's so indulgent !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet domain heavily on her second joint ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a entirely load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the miserable pitch-dark giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her chant white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a mass misfire ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'head. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stand up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, angle it against my physical structure, then you lean on it, and hold in it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monolithic exercising weight of cop's turncock up, and letting it lie on her thorax, between her flaccid white breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his cock pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her physical structure along the duration of his shaft ... She could feel his monumental threatening Ball rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her branch. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close decent to her face that she could snog and work out it.

"Thass good miss !"cop groaned excitedly,"Thass material nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscle in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them voiceless ... rubbing her torso tits and tummy against his massive bootleg peter. His expectant sinister globe rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so monolithic and strong, was able to easily pick up the petite blonde female child, holding his monolithic hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arm up, wrapping them around Bull's dense black neck. Bull's pecker was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, pig told her"Okay missy, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Samson suddenly began bouncing the Loretta Young blonde miss up and down, immobile and faster ... rubbing her knocker and tummy against his over-grown pitch-dark cock, using her soft white torso as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lowly ... so that she could feel his massive egg rubbing across her flat white belly, and his massive cock tip right field in front man of her face. All he while, her diffused white titmouse rubbed against the hot black figure of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer guard onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap her blazon around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of convolute carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its hotness on her E. B. White cheeks ... and kissing the voiced black human body as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a frightful trembling in the shameful shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth River along Bull's massive musket ball and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her Lester Willis Young Stanford White dead body. She didn't have often fourth dimension to relish her pleasure, as roughneck's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"cop yelled"Get's make !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's hulk, shaking opprobrious cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of seminal fluid, right in her human face ... mostly in her mouthpiece and hair. She wanted to get down it ... she tried to ... but there was just too lots ... 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, forehead, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in gross out delight as a tertiary blast jibe up into the air, nearly four metrical foot, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another blow of semen erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her human face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly-white Theodore Harold White semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered typeface to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky place !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her twat frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black cock. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on cover again, this sentence playing with the cock-a-hoop cock Becky had ever seen in her unseasoned lifetime. Becky watched in awe as the inconceivable amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful nerve ... and it was that final persona that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, backbreaking, on her frantically pumping hired hand. The lyric of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her brain ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black putz ... what they could do to your blanched trunk !"

The teen's climax seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her heart fell upon the cellphone phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in headland echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living room television system was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her eyes glued to the tv screen.

Karenic davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the sofa, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my sister girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's rectify hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That pretender ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car headstone hanging on the lure in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was cipher she'd be capable to do about it until dad came house with the early car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car head 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 madness had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."frank ! There's an pinch ! It's our daughters ! You have to come home and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is infant ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the passably blond smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchorperson desk, he released his sway hard dick from his pants to relieve the unspeakable insistence, and he was going to make goddamn sure he got some pussy before he put that smutty monster back in his bloomers."Thanks for your turn on report. Why don't you get cleaned up and cover back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to ask over all the pretty white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the seat of the CRT screen showing various URL addresses. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed porno website."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first hand observational data. spirit free to visit the Black phallus website and these other websites to see more data about these exciting yield, see video data, read about the experiences of White River char who have learned the the true about black men, and find out where you can run into discreet, clean, and victor black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and intermit, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio engineering John Wilkes Booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and radius."Lady and valet I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the first time on boob tube anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black cock permeate a white woman's kitty-cat !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Heather the make-up girl. heather mixture was still on her human knee, sucking Big Mike's massive melanise peter in her tiny Stanford White backtalk, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to carry 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 heart began to bust up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost cry, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a near trivial cock sucker girl, but I need some kitty ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's face of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweetly,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was long and categorical, without an ounce of fat on it, and her white meat were little and firm, held by a albumen cotton bra with blueing peak printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his idiot box in mental rejection. He'd tuned in this evening to observe Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his ducky female person TV champion was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his oculus were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Calluna vulgaris's mother just a few class earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his finis name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a kinsfolk. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a blackamoor man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually fighting ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not Heather !

But it was Heather.

It was Scots heather's oral cavity that had smiled and hungrily sucked that tool 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's slender, immature body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't help but bill how Heather's body looked so a lot like her mother's. Heather was slight and lithe with pale skin, smallish breasts, a fuddled little ass ... and a huge black dick in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any More ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilt as his prick stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewing audience at home would wish to make love 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 moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his stopcock so badly !"

heather stroked Big microphone's massive black cock in one hand while frantically working the clitoris of her low-rider blue jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the tight blue jean over her low, shapely ass and they fell to her knee joint revealing a pair of squiffy white panties, soaked with hullabaloo. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a metre, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his mightily black fingerbreadth into Calluna vulgaris's tiny, wet pantie, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a mild ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the early side of meat of the studio apartment. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his handwriting to the tiny brunettes pink slit and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Calluna vulgaris moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Lester Willis Young white body. Never in her sprightliness ... with any of her beau ... had she ever experienced such an incredible virtuoso. Her knee buckled, and she lost her Libra and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her foot off the left the floor. Her shortstop fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle joint. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her exercising weight on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her Pres Young firm breasts to brook up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you ready to cave in yourself to this fatal man on boob tube. Millions of spectator are watching !"

"God yes ! roll in the hay me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal lightlessness eye."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an tremendous ebony hand on each of heather's tight whiten second joint, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his helping hand ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's consistence, supporting her lower back. The other hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Calluna vulgaris's tiny tap 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 besotted pinkish pussy was spread by the first heavyset in of Big microphone's monumental black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into heather's pussy."She's fucking taut ! I'm gon na have to adulterate this son of a bitch out !"

"peeress and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the activity,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside Heather's Whitney Moore Young Jr. white kitty. Some of you may think that this will break off a black man from fucking a blank woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a lilliputian, causing heather mixture to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four in of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"heather mixture cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"sanctum SHIT !"Her green centre fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"knack in there baby young lady"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na gift it to you overnice and slow. I want to reach for certain you can engage it all !"Taking his handwriting off his cock, mike began thrusting in and out of the Scots heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in rich than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's centre closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get quick girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na impart you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Scots heather screamed again, her eye opening panoptic. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little Sir Thomas More than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slender bulge in her flavorless whiten tummy, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Heather gasped between driving force ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's approve sister fille !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at ling,"you can do it."With his give up helping hand, the one covered with Heather's pussy juices, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's face, leaving a track of her own fervor running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting humbled lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his quarter round in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the protuberance in her breadbasket as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inch of soot black cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more column inch to go ... there was no way she could claim it all in her snatch ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingers ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his eyes to his putz."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my little girl !"With that the muscular black monster leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the ling's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young lifetime had she felt anything like this monster black cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an sexual climax racked her body.


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As the studio apartment photographic camera panned and scanned over the young makeup girl's slender white organic structure, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking fateful form of Big Mike, the dulcet pure tone of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN United States !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"television receiver story has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the major power of black cock and become the FIRST EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television receiver ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big Mike's entire black rooster inside Heather's midget flannel pussy ! Calluna vulgaris, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... roll in the hay ... YES ... shtup ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Calluna vulgaris squeals punctuated each of mike's push. She was barely aware of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... thoroughly ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So pitch-dark men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Shirley Temple phallus's claims about blackness male sexual power are on-key ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your sentiment on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked configuration was sandwiched between the two muscular Black person rappers as they ravished her organic structure. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins interrogative ... or even observation that her composition girl was being fucked senseless on live television receiver by the early rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her castle in the air by B-Love's large inglorious handwriting grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"smell at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the behemoth knocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's dick can do for a charwoman ! A pitch blackness MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic wad of Big Mike and Scots heather, as she felt Shemar's natural language circling her teat, and B-Love's massive, hot black cock rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at heather mixture and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their call of black male sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive black cock, slamming into ling's tiny White person pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their call are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, one womanhood 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 literal validation is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY flannel cleaning woman ... even a marital Stanford White cleaning woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the brutal power of shameful Male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full-of-the-moon whiten breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chairperson, spreading her foresighted white legs wide. Her full, milky white breast heaved from her laborious breathing, her pink teat were unbendable from excitement and care. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio television camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole true statement ”. Tonight, my consultation with the rap group"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special report on the intimate supremacy of the smuggled male."blackamoor Phallus"claims that pitch-dark cock is the height of the phylogeny of male sexuality. White woman all over the human beings are defenseless against the major power of their hidden lecherousness for a expectant, stiff, Negro tool. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the strength of a dominant allele blackened male ! black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this hypothesis in the studio today, with my avail, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? fair expression 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 design on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to essay or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The whole verity'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the display's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large black cock.

"And how exactly will this psychometric test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the solvent already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's aim to demonstrate the power and sexual domination of a big black peter by causing me to denounce wedding party vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL pitch blackness COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to nookie my married, white pussy ! These big blackamoor macho-man have to be intimate me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national goggle box ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you sure enough that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious smell.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive bootleg cocks jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this mental test through to its ratiocination ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately turned on anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the heavyweight black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty young makeup supporter."It's my obligation as a reporter ! It's the lone way we can uncover the WHOLE TRUTH for the viewers at home base ! It's the only way to prove their claim are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the photographic camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stay tune !"Jessica 's giddy lecherousness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwaves.

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Billy McFarland watched in the honey oil way, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a packaging stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The Holy Scripture mocked him now.

binge streamed down his face.

His wife's new actor's line echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, defile boldness on his television screen.

"These big sinister scantling have to jazz me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national tv ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you palpate about this ? Are you flighty ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more precise give-and-take might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous sinister men flanking her ... Brobdingnagian cocks swaying gently over her radiate Patrick White soundbox."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you consider the viewers at home will recall about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white deal to her groin and rubbed her pussy in time with their CVA ...
"I think the viewers at home base should happen 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 test of their call, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three knock-down Negroid men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her down lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant blackamoor dick. She matched the time of their strokes with the paw rubbing her mole."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to assist them prove their call are reliable !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman archway her back and clutch her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her smutty garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the adorable blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their call ! The fact that you're not only bequeath to let Black phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to have sex you, proves that their claims are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her inkiness lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their call to be straight, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on on your husband on interior television ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous ignominious pecker inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is confessedly, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to show their claim is confessedly ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior Shirley Temple Male and can hump me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhance black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on internal telly ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect Andrew D. White ass off the rear of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black hands to pull the lacy calamitous pantie over her wide, childbearing hip. In an incredibly aphrodisiacal feat of stunt flying, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her long, shapely Andrew D. White legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one tremendous Black person paw, holding her wooden leg together while his early hand tugged her black step-in up, revealing her dripping blonde twat, over her snowy T. H. White thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her torso altogether !

"Why ... why on solid ground ... would I want to check ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her branch, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to take stance between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's flagitious black turncock as its darkness purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry light-haired pussy. She could smell his cum ... its intimate office was so tangible. It made her hornlike ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big spade cock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get skinny to B-Love's cock as he hovered in from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the lounge's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the target to Jessica. It was a duo of heavy-duty wire ship's boat."Take you weddin'halo off."

The unit studio watched, even Big Mike and the constitution girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick melanize cock, as Jessica slipped her shiny gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one bridge player and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the closed chain between its blades. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."get-go you got ta say the Holy Scripture !"

"give-and-take ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead. She was so hornlike ... so dire for that big black stopcock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a small observance I like to perform with all the married adult female I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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he-goat shook his head in incredulity and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her point now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a class ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled middle as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the nigrify bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to be intimate you with this big black pecker ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repetition after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt sticky calling Billy a man, after seeing these putz compared to his little babydick.

"To choose mordant men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the final word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My marriage ceremony vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most of import words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then bind it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to materialize ! She held her helping hand up high so that everybody could see the anchor ring and the snips in her hands. The camera moved in, getting a shot of her aspect, and her manus holding the snips and the ring. A naughty thought crossed the sexy unseasoned anchorwoman's judgement and she smiled wickedly, looking into the television camera.

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truncheon watched the silver screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the television camera ... to the interview ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the halo he'd given her as a house of his love held tightly between a couplet of sharp blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid doughnut ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the concluding production line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the brightly cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio apartment erupted in sunshine and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white mitt, holding the bust pack, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from fervour as she slid the broken circle into its new home, following to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement gang. Once a symbolic representation of Jessica's erotic love and fidelity for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the strand of B-Love's symbolic representation of black power and intimate say-so. Then, taking Jessica's diminutive white left hands in his big disgraceful hands, he raised them to his buddy-buddy black lips and kissed her now naked ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her lilliputian white manus down over his lightlessness trunk ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling pitch-black abdominal muscles, and resting on his duncish black pecker.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big spade turncock, and conduct it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every movement as her midget white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black humanness. She stretched her weapon out to reach the shaft as best she could ... her slender flannel weapon system squeezed her heaving white-hot breast together, accentuating the two snowy hillock of feminine stunner as she pulled his cock finisher and closer to her unprotected, productive, married blank pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing lily-white trunk ... her milky albumen breasts, her 2-dimensional Theodore Harold White tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own soundbox's beaut until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's eubstance ... his broad, Diospyros ebenum shoulder ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black rooster ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her diminutive blonde snatch !

Jessica pulled B-Love's stopcock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one column inch away from her cherished whiten body. She gave one last slight tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his dick barely graze her pink pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's rooster head had barely touched Jessica's slit but it was enough to send out her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another unbelievable orgasm.

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Jessica's shrieking of joy were matched with those of Scots heather the make-up female child, whose voice could be heard in the background knowledge.

"piece of ass ME ! !"Scots heather's part screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ consultation ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protective cover. You must realize that black men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, opportunity are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to deliver been a business organization for broom or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a care for you, as a professional char ? Are you prepare for shaver ? Are you taking any form of birth ascendence ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his pecker no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to bespeak that these men were very manful. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up significant. As very much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to kick upstairs kid. Jessica looked at B-Love's pecker, she still held it in one of her trembling blanched hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... unsafe. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her oral fissure to speak but her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely organize a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to weary ..."

"Of grade I will, cocker"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's aspect. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black rooster into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her intellect was reeling. Any headache over gestation vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink soma of her snatch stretched to hold the hard, hot cinch of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her kitty. It was electric automobile ! Her kitty felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of stopcock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this clip shoving 3 more column inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full white knocker rising in the air ... pink mamilla proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could experience that she was a dissever endorsement away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her totally life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's cunt completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacuous ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"beef I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU need TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigga COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, binge of joy began to filter down her cheeks.

"If you want this prick,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flavorless white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"condom ! !"

Jessica looked over her consistency, staring at B-Love's monolithic blackamoor dick. A midst, pearly albumen precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy pitch-black bollock rubbed her pussy lips, and as his turncock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving snowy white meat. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that pecker could fathom her unprotected womb ... and how a good deal cum filled those massive black ballock ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how serious it would feel inside her fertile lily-white womb. Somehow, the idea of a safety coming between her and that beautiful disastrous cock suddenly seemed repulsive to her.

"No ... don't ... full point ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's monumental smuggled cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no safety !"

"tinker's dam straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own elephantine cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no pointedness in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brownish manhood,"no of trend not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to wee any black man to wear a prophylactic to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black putz and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so blue !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio vista became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you for certain you're easy letting these filthy black gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... nada about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's turncock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her kitty with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the magnate of these magnificent opprobrious men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole Sojourner Truth !"

With that program line, the giant black doorknocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve in of his rock-hard black prick deep into Jessica's pinko kitty, with one fast, powerful knife thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screech of pleasure and pain sensation pierced every hall on that floor of the KNEN building, and the speakers of zillion of televisions across America. The tv camera captured every instant of Jessica's ravishing at the work force of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread head snowy thigh as the distance of his hulk black turncock hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let lone words or sentences. A serial of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her perfect minuscule oral fissure as a wafture of orgasms crashed over her trunk. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one climax after another ... each one building on the survive. Her blue centre rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot turncock penetrating rich than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could finger the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also finger the B-Love's balls, fleshy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her zany as his cock conquered the astuteness of her prolific white-hot womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious situation from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black shaft ... on endure television. The photographic camera captured every endorsement of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the line of home videos of the event which E & I would no doubt be making useable for a big profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little make-up daughter was also being taught the power and joy of a black tool.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio apartment wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to turn over him an intelligible solvent,"what are your thoughts on opprobrious sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's actor's line were lost in another bout of moaning, shriek, and squealing.

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A dissimilar squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the pasture brake as she pulled her mother's car into a parking place. The guard at the studio apartment's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific grade and incoming. Apparently, mortal had told the guard to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative religious values had begun to plain in again. She'd been watching interracial smut in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own Sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to add up to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a alien because he was a ‘ big powerful black man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was loony ! Even if she HAD seen her Sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her flyspeck snowy hands, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her deeply value about chastity and marriage were clouded with the computer memory of her Sister's voice moaning on the phone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to do it her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teenaged redhead to nearly leap out of her hide.

"Hello Becky."the fellow male voice said when Becky answered the phone."glad you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your baby and I told the safety at the parking lot gate to anticipate you, and who to look for, where to transmit you, and to let me bed when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards call in to tell me you were here. What's wrongly infant ? Aren't you ready to dedicate me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ring ... the symbolic representation 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 make out all this way just turn around, go home and overleap all the fun did you ? All that big Shirley Temple fun that you saw your baby having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, powerful Male pattern emerge from the construction's entryway. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entry. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the orotund, muscular Shirley Temple man in the entree, a mere two 100 feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The job is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"poor girl never even made it out of the car. well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't fall looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black hammer oceanic abyss inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why end now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entering call. Becky checked the routine. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The rivet said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud poker said."I'm going to find a sexy ashen little girl and I'm going to fuck her with my big black turncock. I hoped that the young woman I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are mint of sexy snowy girl here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the pitch-black studhorse in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her telephone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's clock time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's minor flannel hand reached for the threshold latch, and hooked a slender E. B. White finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the index number bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud poker chimed"Now get out of the car, pass to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 14 : SARAH interview BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national boob tube, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunet physical composition miss getting fucked by the Black Phallus boys, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was gallant to be theatrical role of this architectural plan, but the rigidifying of his own cock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female articulation exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her consistence from her confrontation with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new ontogeny in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her foreman getting fucked by a huge sinister cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to brook. His cock was about to burst. He needed to make out immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR nookie DEVELOPMENT BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive prominence in his cause trouser before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch dim hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND fold OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the television camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took placement behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES victor !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to throw you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monolithic black shaft into Sarah's dripping blonde slit,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her arrant whiten ass upward to meet each of Tom's scratchy thrusts. Sarah had had an promulgation to stool before entering the studio, but with Tom's dick buried in her tight pink twat, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the tv camera moved in towards the backbone desk to cover the action. The dig on the studio Monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, defenseless breasts pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her willing Patrick Victor Martindale White body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each knife thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the wall of her tight pink slit. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the photographic camera lens ... out of the television set set in jillion of American livelihood rooms. She did n't care about reserve anymore ... all she could palpate was the incredible sensation of blackamoor shaft spreading pleasance through her whole trunk. All she could see was her manifestation in the camera lens ... a pretty white young woman getting fucked from behind by a massive opprobrious stud. All she could get a line was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's gravid blackened balls 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 apartment with her stud. Never in her young life had she imagined a scene of such loose sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or suggestive words. This wasn't a series of sexual look-alike on a video or reckoner covert. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a alien and her sister. This was an interracial binge to a lesser extent than fifteen feet away. These were Caucasian women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big bootleg studs. This was her sister… And within the next few second ... This would be her too !

Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins, the Black person rivet relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a thoroughly aspect at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in social movement of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to assemble her captain's turncock push, was so lost in intimate ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her babe's arriver. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to exchange that.

"This is an agitate turn of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's lose weight white eubstance."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to give away the amazing seductive allurement of smutty Male. We have seen here tonight that ignominious men are capable of seducing and dominating an busy virgin, a sexually know teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to meet a clean teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own family. This virgin looker was SO brush up in tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her musical theme on tonight's report and result. And in an shake winding, that virgin is the younger babe of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her quondam sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's happen 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 powerful Shirley Temple studio crew members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the intelligence tv camera was now training on her and her black supporter as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a 2d to focus on the stack of her younger sister taking a stern at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"good evening Becky and receive !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to do Tom's query, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to stave off her eyes from the setting and looked at the trading floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sis is a small shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that scuttlebutt."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to respond to his pedagogy, forcing her to try and stifle her moans sufficiency to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter miss,"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 natural language around the crystalline lens and licked the seed residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that Nox, and used it to dry her drinking 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 course ”. Becky said to her babe. Watkins had been chastise. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a spell now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a heart murmur of quiet fake scolding from the black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't sanction those sexually denotative words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep back listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."right how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the magnanimous Black person man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the somewhat red-haired Virgin while he thrust his huge black pecker into her sis's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's optic widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue eyes ! Such a passably miss you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very decent man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laugh in the studio apartment. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, ineffective to calculate Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friend at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they concerned in Black phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her former friends from school would be watching this program tonight. They could see her right wing now, on television !

As if reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her side by side question."Are your champion watching this display ? What do you think your champion would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to shift the issue."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Negroid 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 pitch-black rooster slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his gait while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her posterior. Dropping her hand to her lap, then between her stage. Unintentionally, she began to rub her cunt from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your acquaintance particular date pitch blackness bozo ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an result. She tried to appear up at Tom's case when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's morose stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting to a greater extent than her somebody penetrated by the hulking blackened ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG blackamoor COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her Sister's vibration, naked White River body. The pure redheaded woodpecker began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in 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 render her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick ignominious cock from Sarah's snatch and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her rear. He paused for a instant, kneading Sarah's entire, firm Andrew D. White boob with his big smuggled custody. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her concentrated pink mamilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long E. B. White legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black turncock on Sarah's flat white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big blue sky eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black cock clearly for the for the first time fourth dimension. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four metrical foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full moon length of his thick, ebony rod into her babe's little blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS dada ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG spade COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite get word your resolution."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating disgraceful boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a wicked grin, stared at the massive black hammer slamming her babe's snatch and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the give-and-take would easily preserve him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his motion."Well, maybe tonight's story will educate them as to the benefit of dating black men and encourage them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our ranking sizing, shameful men superordinate stamen as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His logical implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said nada.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sis's report and become interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the headphone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his pecker thrusts so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would mislay her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she consider of the fact that your baby, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her grim lip and shrugged, lowering her middle to the floor again and shuffling her understructure."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 black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the doubt."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and shake up you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't particular date pitch-dark boy ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racialist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… peter ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with time grunts and cock thrust, emphasizing the irony of Becky's command. Becky was shocked when she saw her baby getting fucked by blackness men on telecasting, but now that it was happening in strawman of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you consider of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock jab in and out of her older sister's pussy, just a few metrical unit away, Sarah's white organic structure slick with fret and practically glowing under the heat of the studio Light Within. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's drive."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 nasty black rap chemical group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this course of study tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the sticky moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her 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 racy schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disfavor,"You snuck out of the house to come up down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to fare down in the initiative berth ?"

"Sarah… and her acquaintance ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing wax well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her mordant phone Quaker. He was so handsome. All the Black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the earpiece tonight. He's a security department guard here at the studio. They've been trying all nighttime to get me to follow to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so voiceless to convince you to number down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and company with Black member ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise gang"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise band,"This promise anchor ring is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that check you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."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 grimace. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nerves was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the discussion that Watkins, Sarah, and every fatal studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the wax length of his vast black cock out of Sarah's pussy for spectacular effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to groan loudly and Becky to again look at his pecker as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than early guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eye fell to the huge hammer hammering her sis."You've shown tonight that no woman can dissent Black person men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up female child ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more activated as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... knock-down you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this night ... it's honest. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black peter would fix you give in to intimate enticement, why would you derive here tonight ?"

earshot Tom's lead interrogative and staring at his big black stopcock is it penetrated her sis again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a gravid free weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to suffer my virginity to a lightlessness man !"

Becky slipped the promise annulus from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the lynchpin desk.

A dozen black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her death chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the blotto amobarbital sodium blue jean pocket billiards around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted bloodless tee. The black studs in the bunch whistled at her as she released her long red hairsbreadth from its girlish pony tooshie and shake it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so nervous to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The Word of her sister, her phone Friend, and the Black Phallus rappers now flowed through her idea."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the unbelievable effect smutty men have on white women ! Thanks to your programme I know the verity now ! The unit Truth ! lightlessness member is justly ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the recession of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black sound booster and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her petite white ones, inviting him closer.

The burly fateful security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His brawny black handwriting grabbed appreciation of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the lose weight cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe clean body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little white tennis shoes, her bra and scanty, the tattered corpse of her tee shirt."It's finally going to bechance ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you get word that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big blackened man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of effect !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his use as anchorperson."Tonight's investigative write up on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive temptingness of black Male. We have seen here tonight that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo, a sexually feel adolescent, and a marry professional person. Now we've met a teenage Virgo who was viewing tonight's platform in the quilt of her own base. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on hold out television receiver. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting history by being the first news program to ever to air the survive deflowering of a lovely white Virgo by a blackamoor male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger's breadth to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some newsworthiness from the conductor's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your female parent 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 room. She was still staring at the projection screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very concern. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the construction now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black macho-man on national goggle box. It's not earn whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't pain in the neck us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a secret camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the half raw Beck and the dressing way where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a well-defined figure of speech of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her full-bosomed frame."

"well,"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 apartment right hand now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to bonk the true statement ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decisiveness. I don't charge who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to kibosh me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO crucial, and the marriage is a sacred Union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby doll !"her big sinister ‘ booster'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 enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an worry journalistic investigation. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a wife, a sexually active untested charwoman, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to black men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their girl will service only mordant men ? What happens when we put the exponent of black cock in direct contention with the note value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be capable to prevent their Virgo girl from giving herself to a bootleg he-man ? Or will she actually let this monstrous dark stopcock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved mind."That sounds like fun !"

"trade good girl."Watkins said,"noblewoman and valet de chambre, what we're going to do now is broadcast Becky offstage and then rally her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their honest-to-god daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their unseasoned daughter risks the Same fate. This way, they will recognise exactly what will come about if they fail to win over you to hold your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the protection guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just make sure as shooting you stay a Virgo the 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 doughnut'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and draw sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new node !"Watkins nodded at two contraband security department sentry duty.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing way, wringing her hands apprehensively while her married man frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The distress T. H. White wife and mother felt wealthy with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the grooming way icebox and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her hubby pace furiously back and Forth River, the event of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her untested daughter Becky masturbating while watching adult music video on television system, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that TV ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous blackness knocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karenic was afraid she'd come to the TV studio to bring together her sister in the corruption. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with contraband men, one after the former, Karenic Davenport had become deeply wound up and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karenic it was wrong, yet she couldn't avail but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to wank while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her new girl for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting doings had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her Florida key and sneak out of the theatre, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back weeping as her mind reeled with self-loathing and discombobulation. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to depend her girl in the eye again ? How could she secernate her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her endorse bottleful of body of water, and started a third gear. Karen had no melodic theme that the piddle was laced with Xcite and Adam and would only enhance the black feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his sure-enough daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some pitiless black tough on live television. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to unite 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 edifice and demanding to see Sarah. The security precaution escorted the pair to a waiting room, locking them inside. wiener was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their sole comfort up until this point was that they had seen no foretoken of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in clip to prevent her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two worry parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The precaution said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on goggle box. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a volition participant in this night's events."The guard said,"Please, come up with me."

The guard opened the doorway wide, inviting the Davenports to step out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the buns of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's paw and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a bit, shivering at the sentiment of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on land had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karenic called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in peril. Karen could own told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that dog come selection her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karenic remembered how stimulated she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on television receiver ... the arousal she had not dared acknowledgment to her married man. Karen began to venerate that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karenic whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so brazen as to go forward molesting our girl while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his married woman."I'm afraid of what will occur to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the dorm !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security sentry duty.

"It probably would be for the upright if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security system safety device said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio room access, and opened them broad. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security sentry duty smiled at Karenic Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment 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 arrival had put an end to the ‘ immorality'being perpetrated against his older 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 long being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH love GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the intelligence desk.

There, on the news program desk, a naked white woman, on all 4, covered in exertion and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black strong-armer in a dress shirt and tie. The shot would take in been disgusting enough if wiener Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfulness in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the amend of him. He attempted to step on it the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular blacken certificate sentry go."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY beast !"

"Don't do nuthin'poor fish whiteboy !"said one of the precaution,"You just outride coolheaded and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

davenport felt helpless next to the immense fateful security sentry go, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's debasement. Suddenly, frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio room access, staring at him with a look of letdown in her eyes as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the view."dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to push 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 domicile !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped bushed in her tracks at the raft of her older daughter Sarah, knack over the news keystone desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottleful to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the room access with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in understood shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a adulteress while the muscular Black person beast had his way with her in front of a television camera. The Davenports, so preoccupy with the flock of Sarah's intimate activeness, barely noticed the even savage scene forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition miss were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three calamitous devotee ravished their beautiful blank bodies in front of the early news cameras.

The davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular blackness studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom married woman and mother as another white cleaning lady that they would be able to fuck with their big melanise shaft into the wee hours of the morning ! The davenport didn't notice that one of the news show cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 anatomy, and focused on her beautiful, appalled white face. The camera captured Karen's wide-eyed blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already wan face, framed by her shock of red hair, was whiteness as a sheet.

"ma'am and gentlemen, there has been a particular development here in the studio apartment tonight."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and shed his causa jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah davenport's slender White consistency."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please introduce our new node ?"

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a bit to focus on the sight of her mother standing near the studio incoming."Hi mom ! Hi pop !"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 forepart of the traumatise conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the enrage Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to do 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 sour centre. His eyes seemed to assume into her mortal as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to complete her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling grimace, waiting expectantly for her result while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping afford his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black pectus and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her tidings when she saw the Negro stud's amazing habitus. Her eyes immediately focused on his tremendous ebony pectoralis muscles. ineffectual to help herself, Karenic let her stare roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal heftiness as they smacked against the glowing Caucasian curves of a ashen woman's buttock ... Karen suddenly shook her pass, forcing herself to remember that the whiten buttocks she was staring at belonged to her sure-enough daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire saltation in Karen's big cyan eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"fountainhead I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a great black man in front of her mother and beginner !

Mr. davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an result to her query while that…that brute was having his way with her ! He couldn't realise how Sarah could conduct like this. How had his daughter had gone from a vestal one day, to such shameless behavior the following ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's behavior, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intent of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her girl hang over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in piazza, almost hyperventilating, her full white meat strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the feeling of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm putting surface eyes.

"You have to stop this right hand now !"davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her begetter as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you have in mind ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to arrest fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that nomenclature !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this bawdiness and sexual turpitude around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to quit nooky"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had trouble focusing his statement,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a footling late to interest about that now, isn't it daddy ?

davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter trick about giving up her ‘ valued talent'in such a Royalist manner. Before he could come up with a undecomposed reply, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real grounds you want me to bar ?"

"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 black man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange give-and-take while her older daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to waitress 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 form ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"honey God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right wing, and ready to give up her virginity to a big black macho-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convince her to remain saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female spokesperson said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's affectionateness sank when he saw the source of the scuttlebutt emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short white bridal veil, a distich of high-heel brake shoe, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her Shirley Temple Black macho-man. He too was naked, apart from a white shoe collar and black bow tie. The twosome obviously portrayed a mockery of a St. Bride and ostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the scene. Mrs. Davenport, on the early deal, couldn't assist but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten inches, and as thick as her carpus. A camera pulled back to take hold of the ikon of the smuggled stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a station by her sis.

The melanize crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her alarm father. Some of the studio apartment television camera focused on the area around the news show desk, capturing the issue as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the small drunken revelry of heather, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the but people in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the news show desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her baby,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a manus around the studio apartment, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect grim cock.

"Rebecca !"Karenic Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge fatal cock in her daughter's petite white paw."pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

wiener Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these madman !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the class, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to believe I was a sapphic !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins scuttlebutt,"of track I'll try it, if it will please my new black passe-partout !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"stoppage referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not lawful !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise ring. That means something to you ! You made a consecrated vow and that means…"

"naught !"Becky said"The only reason I'm wearing this band is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big nigrify pecker ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise annulus means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her flyspeck Stanford White helping hand as he let his own with child, iniquity hands slide up Becky's naked pelvic arch and waist…over her young, firm, white breasts. His long nigrify prick slid upwards, the scape rubbing against Becky's vapid white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her buff touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can win over me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this audience, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgin. Is this the first meter a man has touched your nude breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the initiative prick you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big Negro cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it finger ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and severe, and thick ! It feels SO skilful in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't waiting to feel it in my…"

Becky's interpreter trailed off as she sunk to her articulatio genus in strawman of her devotee, until her face was in 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 virtuous lips kiss the tip of the tumid black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as a great deal of the thickly black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of Negro cock while her father and female parent watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the rooster in her rima oris."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her back talk from the rooster."It's the Charles Herbert Best thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not get wind tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to piece of ass !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her manus."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 mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to face at her mother and saw a companion look on her face. Karen had the same dazed feel on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay papa, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to end, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to check !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so for sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big teal centre were wide and locked on the monumental Negroid tool in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. davenport pled with a sinking notion in his belly,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monolithic ignominious cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly evidence me that this is ill-timed, that you want me to barricade, I'll plosive consonant. I'll put on my scanty and wait to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of row it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO pa !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to see at this big, intemperately, disgraceful rooster in my helping hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really evidence me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big blackamoor putz. Her hands drifted to her royal over-embellished blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The olfactory sensation of sex in the air was overpowering. The rut of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger's breadth grazed the skin of her alabaster neck opening. Her tegument felt unusually raw. The light touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The acid of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"prick"… wrong ?

"Karenic ?"hotdog Davenport cried to his understood married woman,"messiah, say something, I need your bread and butter here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you mean mom ? Is Becky legal injury to want to afford her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she wrong to want to admit that big black pecker of his into her lilliputian white pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black shaft in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't screw feeling WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she block off ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been bourgeois. She'd never told her daughter about her wild daylight. When Karen was a young teenager she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed occupy. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously curvy pattern. She was at her barbarian in college, when she met a undimmed immature theology John R. Major. He had shown her truthful love and the fault of her wanton slipway. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would wrench back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire prescript her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never depend back.

But now, seeing her wanted daughters giving themselves to these black-market men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent thought of her promiscuous 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 secernate her to stop.

So why wouldn't the Christian Bible just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"contain"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's hand to await at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knee with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's tit heaving under her shadow blouse. Her alabaster pelt was turning pinko with stress and hullabaloo. ‘ Not much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop over too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really remember what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one short parole ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop consonant !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quadruplet for her melanize ‘ overlord ’. Sarah's eye were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's oculus. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her girl and the newsworthiness desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my treasured virginity to this nigrify stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye contact just in prison term to see her immature daughter smile sweetly and make her opprobrious stud's cock a long, exaggerated punch with her little pink lingua as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this occur. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to fall in us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big blackness cock in her hand."That would be marvellous ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his married woman,"Stop saying that you wicked missy ! 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 retrieve mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to catch his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder from behind. The declamatory smutty protection safety that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge dim guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to contact or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form 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 row would not number out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked livid daughters… the whiteness women in the former persona of the studio… and all the melanize men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the holy terror in his oculus was obvious. He was their Father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to discontinue this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"fountainhead mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to blackjack her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a drop of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing Mexican onyx cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white cervix, and under the collar of her purple purple blouse. Karenic rested a trembling whiten hand on her bureau, her tit heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble blanched finger's breadth began nervously fiddling with the clit of her silk blouse. Her interpreter became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security measure guard watched Karen, making no effort to propel towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular shadow torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the base, revealing his bulging smuggled biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular black studio gang member, watched the confused Patrick Victor Martindale White wife intently and, taking his cue from the security measures guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men nearest two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular opprobrious chests, shining with stew under the hot studio brightness level. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's handwriting to the buttons and zip fastener on their pant, and down to the titan bulges that strained at the material between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the carrottop was staring at his privates, the surety guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black pant, letting the weight of his equipment belt draw in his pants downward. The guard duty's bloomers fell to the floor with a tatty clatter, revealing an obscene gibbosity pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin fabric. The other inglorious stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bump. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingerbreadth at her blouse push button flinched suddenly, popping one bingle clit, showing off a duo more in of Karenic's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. davenport ?"The black certificate guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his immense inglorious billy club swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karenic stammered, her teal eyes wide with admiration as she stared at the two biggest, bootleg prick she'd ever seen, their ominous sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both fixed and pointed directly at her ! love GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such monstrous male members inside their dead body ? What must it find like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"dog whimpered, hoping to rend his wife's attention from the obscenely large blackened penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much gravid they were than his !

Unfortunately for frank, that was exactly what Karenic was thinking. She was so awed by how much expectant these melanize men's member were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his outcry ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of it of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her elder daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right hand at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black member in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-coloured head of the black phallus in her bridge player."What do you opine ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that import, stroking and sucking that grim penis !

Karenic turned back to the two Brobdingnagian mordant member that pointed at her from a few groundwork away… Two huge black phallus that were so practically longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two Shirley Temple penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like plentiful dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two vast black phallus like the I that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you remember ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? narrate us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your forefather ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glimpse back at her husband. He looked terrified and lost. Karen then turned back to face the two brawny nigrify men watching her. They looked confident and mighty. 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 external respiration became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break rid from the purpleness satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heave, creamy White person cleavage, bringing her other hired man up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could feel a powerful sensation of heat spreading over her body, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the pauperization to suppress her sex since Frank never really seemed capable to keep up with her. He was as button-down and traditional in the bedchamber as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in physique for a man who barely seemed to revalue her consistency. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to produce accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big fateful tool pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redheader's voluptuous organic structure trembled all over, her pretty Patrick White nerve and plenteous segmentation now flushing vivid pinko. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too lots for her to bear any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA married woman'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... going TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another bit's vacillation, the luxuriant red-haired housewife suddenly ripped afford her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY life ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's solve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the Edward Douglas White Jr. wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's prick 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 purpleness blouse off her milky T. H. White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffectual to take her eyes off the crewmember's and safeguard's Brobdingnagian rooster, barely able to address her whimpering husband 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 ride out in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could take in prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to protest these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's agile white finger's breadth quickly unbuttoned her black slackness. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plentiful curve of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the recess of her eye, Karenic saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behavior being broadcast into 100 of K of home plate, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book club, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the ma of the former students…Oh God… the other educatee ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that consequence she wanted them more than anything in the humans and she didn't fear what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her girl, and the domain ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her widely hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the quiet, round of golf curve of her broad, but firm, livid ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth white legs, and forcing her soft, sizable snowy white meat to reach against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The blackened security safeguard groaned."flavour at that diddlyshit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'bosom ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"cocksucker !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much cleaning woman for YOUR poor white ass ! HER body was BUILT for Negroid putz ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental opprobrious pecker in his mitt and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and stress exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her drawers, her voluptuary physical structure now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breath, 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 snow-clad white skin practically glowed under the bright studio lights, making the sonsie redhead spirit like some kind of shimmering E. B. White goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no Thomas More time, the two smutty men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the nude black titan took a place on either side of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the camera drinking in the demarcation between the men's rich burnt umber muscle and Karen's creamy Edward White pelt. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large Shirley Temple cocks rubbed against the silky-soft hide of her rosehip, belly, and ass, as their large black men more purposefully did the Lapplander, roaming freely and deliberately over every flabby white curve of her toothsome married body.

The security measure guard groped Karen's large ovalbumin breasts in his powerful smutty custody, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck opening, ravenously kissing his way down to her sizable cleavage. He slipped one of the homemaker's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her set up garden pink teat. Mrs Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her tit were so spiritualist, and this dark man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black headway as he ‘ give suck ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side of meat and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panty with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her foreland back the crewmember leaned his side over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her rima oris deeply. Dropping her give up mitt to her incline, Karen found his stiff black dick rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the thrill bleak member. For the first prison term, Karen Davenport found herself touching a dim cock, feeling its heat, hardness, girth, and distance in her paw.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's osculation and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's married man and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your total darkness rooster is MUCH braggy than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for Negro cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a wife ! MY married woman ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right hand !"Karen cooed,"I'm a adult female first, a wife, second ! Our daughters are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only instinctive. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the buttoned-down liveliness of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her unfounded years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest years had Karen seen any man who compared to the Black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the phallus she'd seen, had she ever seen any as with child ... or as beautiful ... as the big lightlessness COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the hefty thigh of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black COCKS that the former grim men were putting into her daughters'young white body ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white hand. She dropped her other hand down from the security guard's neck, down to his rock heavily dim dick that was poking at her savourless white tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as dim cock in her other bridge player !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to neglect to her genu ... as she did then and there between her two blackness studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to ask something into her mouth as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life fashion didn't have a orison !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"dog Davenport cried as he watched the two naked stud poker grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sinkhole to her knees between the two black thugs with their vast black cocks in her tiny white script."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her in good order hand holding the security measure guard's turncock, her left hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his longsighted inkiness slam."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? sucking MY nigga DICK SLUT ! LOOK YOUR husband RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG inkiness stopcock IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long bootleg shaft in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her digit. She then leaned forward, opened her backtalk, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a black man's hammer into her oral cavity for the first of all meter !

"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 person wife eagerly and hungrily get to suck the crewmember's rooster ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to groan immediately. Her nous bobbed up and down on the crewmember's opprobrious cock, every slurping sound 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 crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY nigga stopcock ! HA HA ! ! screw YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The opprobrious security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen davenport's lacy livid bra apart, yanking it from her eubstance. Her entire, 40DD white meat shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As heavy as Karen's bosom were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly minuscule sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security safeguard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big downhearted eyes astray with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs Double-D !"The safeguard said, cupping Karen's heavy white chest in his large black custody."I GOT TO piece of tail THESE boob ! !"

Karen looked up at the security department sentry duty and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO tone YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! Jesus of Nazareth !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the trading floor, cupping her huge, heaving Patrick White chest, inviting the black security measures precaution to slew his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his manus on hers, the inkiness guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his long black quill. He then began to thrust, rocking his articulatio coxae back and Forth, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white wife's ample segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining lightlessness cock-head emerged from between her boob, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a plot of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard's sinister shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The sentry go's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's knocker were, his cock pass remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The protection guard bellowed as he thrust his dick between Karenic's unyielding breast faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE ass A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you eff these boob befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karenic laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his natal day ! His completely disappeared in my titty, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was gross. Do you remember that dear ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked frankfurter Davenport."Do you call up that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your pecker anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her grimace towards him, then pressed his shaft's mind against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, tidal bore to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her mouth. However, with her bridge player held in lieu by the security system safety device fucking her boob, Karenic wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet heart on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a pecker three fourth dimension the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the activeness of the other two blacken men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her hubby as a real man. Karen felt a rising disrespect for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eye of the black crewmember that was fucking her oral cavity. The studio cameras catching every second of the married woman's trifle away filiation and every column inch of the devotee'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Dylan Marlais Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and shrieking as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the photographic camera and spoke.

"peeress and valet de chambre, as you can see, yet another blank cleaning lady has just demonstrated the awe-inspiring power of black manful sex. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a bloodless teenage Virgo, her conjoin mother, and her babe all fucked by dim men at the Same time, but first we have some breaking news ... an exciting growing in tonight's Jessica McFarland account !"

The photographic camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of U.S.A.'s sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, clam naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black-market goon rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee bean tabular array in the midriff of the interview set, the hulking pitch-black knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white wooden leg. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his berth near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stagecoach hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's manus and wrap her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his doubtfulness acting over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward audience with the controversial rap grouping ‘ Black person Phallus ’. Within mo of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead singer on unrecorded telecasting. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful melanize arms around her white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the sharpness of the board, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting pitch blackness hips as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her sylphlike white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular disastrous chest pressure against her soft white boob. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiacal white body without missing a measure, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing view. Shemar was receiving oral examination sex from you, but now he's sitting on the cast. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her center. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's hefty black back. She lifted the mike up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her back talk and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his branch still wrapped around Jessica's body, his right black men cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every knife thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big Shirley Temple Black dick as he began to walk towards the sofa where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big opprobrious stopcock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to jazz 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 turn back fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO piece of ass ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS release TO support FUCKING MY puss ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... passing ... HE'S expiration ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS leaving TO fucking 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 fatal cock felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the same clock time was even more arouse !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS blackamoor COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's pecker. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white diary keeper's blonde kitty, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue centre widened as she felt Shemar's fat black shaft head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive black tool pushed into her lilliputian asshole. She'd never let billy club sleep with her ass before ... but now she was on goggle box with a big black man she'd met less than one 60 minutes ago, letting him make out her ass while his equally big black admirer fucked her kitty-cat ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's typeface, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget blond pussy ask he kissed her to the full white white meat with his deep contraband lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the war paint girl. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being repeat penetrated by his two fellow doorknocker'massive black pecker, combined with the honeyed tightness of Heather's pink slit, was too much for the brawny black giant to bear. He quickened his driving force as he felt his heavy melanise balls tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his loggerheaded black cock.

heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the violent stream of potent seed shooting recondite inside her uterus. Another orgasm overtook the offspring brunet and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black stopcock. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious biddy. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting stopcock from broom's pussy and walked towards the action at law on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black cock still shooting thick ropes of gluey cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his finger through her sleek blonde hair, and turned her head to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's mitt ... slick with his and broom's cum. Big Mike grabbed the effulgent blonde's caput with his absolve paw. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening widely. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning sass. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her backtalk entire of thick black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alert ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive melanise cock in every orifice that could fit one. Her consistence was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's handwriting, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the rear of the sofa.

"well anchor slut ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big coon fuckin yo'fine white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his pecker from Jessica's backtalk to give up her to answer the interrogative. Her back talk free of Big mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the longsighted, smutty, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lustfulness and with her eyes half-closed, opened her sassing wide as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her rima oris. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another bootleg rooster. The doorknocker and studio apartment crowd laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back word form Jessica's athirst mouth and brought it to rest beside his tumid prick. As large as the Joseph Black mike was, Big mike's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The television camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless Andrew Dickson White body, her Mexican onyx skin glowing with swither and heat ... and the two monumental muscular black soundbox that pressed against her beautiful white female form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor lizard again. Her face was sly with Big mike's cum ... and broom's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouthpiece and allowed Big mike to err his hammer back between her subdued pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black workforce gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick melanise beam up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's sinewy pitch-dark ass flexing between her spread whiteness thigh as he thrust his ebony tree spear in and out of her blond pussy. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his rooster 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 sentence ... but he was still pumping ... thrust ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his unvoiced, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A fucking machine. She could see her manifestation in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big mike's loggerheaded shaft continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her married blanched womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her torso was in a constant res publica of orgasm. What was More, having her torso filled with black tool didn't just feel amazing, it felt rightfield. Letting these pitch-black men fuck her like this on live television was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her calling ... her wedlock ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long bootleg cocks having their way with her. The cameras caught every bit of it. the States could see that Jessica McFarland was a fornicatress for smutty cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID upkeep. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to have a go at it the Truth about sinister men, and this was the best 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 trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the handheld microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to verbalize, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping auditory sensation of her mouth sucking Big mike's prick echoed through the studio for various sec before Big mike acquiesced and let his tool pillowcase from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet sassing.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between knife thrust ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hr ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your kitty-cat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in meter with the new, harder jabbing. She could feel Shemar's footstep quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU flavour MY bollock SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT jigaboo SEED, cunt ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE twat UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A cyprian FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! search INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND Tell the States THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so muddied ... so slutty ... so lawful ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his total darkness cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronicity. B-Love would push up in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing round. With every knife thrust, B-Love would pivot his hip joint, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clitoris with each push in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her coming build in high spirits and mellow. It would be more muscular than any of the orgasms they'd given her that dark !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their speech rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to full-of-the-moon again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full white breast bounced obscenely on her slim white frame as the two massive total darkness men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT semen THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Caucasian, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR pussycat WILL belong TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to film my hot cum bass into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky T. H. White shoulders as he hammered away at her diminutive asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive inkiness clod, heavily slapping against her twat ... then she felt them tighten ... start out to reduce ... his pecker began to twitch and chute in her pussycat ... taking on a spirit of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY pussycat AND ASS ! I WANT ALL trinity OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive black erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony cocks into her slit as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's shaft only to gasp for air, and scream boost at her Negroid lover."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her centre. She rose slowly, sitting on her ramification 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 cover her kitty-cat. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the corrupt interracial debauch was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her buff Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hired hand that she had been using to hide it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde genus Bos get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. heather mixture wanted a big ignominious putz in her pussy again, microphone's big black turncock, 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 microphone wasn't unmindful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunette spell. Still fucking Jessica's rima oris, he put an arm around Heather's slender white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the sass, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot blank fair sex's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his clod tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's peter, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Menachem Begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her snatch. She could finger her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to break loose at once ... and the event was being captured on television camera and program for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for quarrel ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her slit, ass, and rima oris ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in sexual climax, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the first powerful honey oil of hot mordant cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inch deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same affectionate erotic love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected get married kitty-cat with his potent semen. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, preserve grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making anathemize sure he knocked the White gripe up.

Jessica could find the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the interior of her rich White womb. She knew he'd gotten her meaning ... and the idea made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's chummy black appendage slipped from Jessica's screaming mouthpiece, spraying her beautiful white brass and state of nature blonde with fatheaded jets of pearly ejaculate. The rapper shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as a good deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her lip again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her rima oris. She saw the moderately brunet make up girl heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's powerful black limb. Heather dropped one of her hired man to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a twain of groundwork away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her knees and took the distillery spurting pitch-black cock into her athirst white rima oris !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy cunt ! Don't concern girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga shaft than you can do by tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT beef ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right cunt ! Tell U.S.A. !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the trueness early tonight ! Apologize ! rationalize to us for the revilement, and to America for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so no-good ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's fount. weeping welled in her big blue angel center as she looked into the tv camera, wave after waving of pleasure exit over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE favorable position OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR pecker ... THEIR ... authorisation ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... baron ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK dick ! Black Male 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 vocalization to its quondam equanimity, smooth tone to contrast B-Love's forceful bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the accuracy, but what about baton ? Surely you must accept some immix emotions about ditching him on home television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big mike's rooster, in from her face, both framed by the television camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her married man's public figure.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the subject babe, did we have sex you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of total darkness putz, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on home television ? You loved each other for a long prison term, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy club !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her married man's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three Shirley Temple rappers on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that import. he-goat seemed like a aloof memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to see her new reality for the starting time clip. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to realise that marriage ceremony vows mean naught compared to black cock ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Negroid men are the best ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to delight them ... to delight you ! All cleaning lady should ! That's the way it should be for all cleaning lady ... to assist Black person men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve pitch-black prick ! All black men deserve any Edward D. White woman they want. marriage doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big Joseph Black cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and daughter at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other incline of the studio."You think nigga should have it away mother and their girl at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every cleaning woman should submit to total darkness male intimate power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit Sojourner Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR bitch !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his stopcock. He let his cum sprayer over Jessica's naked whitened eubstance, splattering her heaving white chest, pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White nerve, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it unspoiled and clean gripe"he said"I want it skillful and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a hope closed chain and another wedding closed chain to my necklace !"

"Who ... waiting, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, forgetful to the upshot that had been unfolding on the other face of her word studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to misplace her virginity to a grim man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his Virgo the Virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the keystone desk and saw a Danton True Young redhead on her human knee, sucking a black man's hammer. Nearby, an older, busty Melanerpes erythrocephalus was on her knees between two black-market men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security precaution.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole menage ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black member do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those squawk while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her dispirited lip."I ... want ... more black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lip. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long contraband fingers, bringing her big blue air eyes up to meet the tv camera lens as she did so.

"goodness girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your fairly white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the tv camera as a duncish clump of pearly T. H. White semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - percentage SEVENTEEN : JESSICA interview Mrs. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one Night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black doorknocker for a live pay-per-view television and internet programme. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up daughter. Now the beautiful, naked blond journalist walked across the open central surface area of her news set toward her lynchpin desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's television camera. In the background, the heavy wall-sized screen that lined the backbone of the set were playing multiple angles of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that nighttime, some footage was of Jessica and Calluna vulgaris from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be issue transpiring at Jessica's mainstay desk. When the beautiful blonde diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking aspect unfolding right field before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Shirley Temple Black member'rap chemical group at one end of the large studio set, the group's agentive role Tom Watkins had taken command of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four yr old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past tense year. Sarah was spiritual, and very bourgeois. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every second of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud poker standing at the other end of the word desk getting his boastfully black shaft stroked and sucked by a pretty young carrottop wearing nothing but a lilliputian translucent white veil swept behind her head. In strawman of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something Aythya americana kneeling on the trading floor between two more than black-market he-man. The two men were groping and fondling the char's plenteous white boob while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the early two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing sinister extremity.

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 knocker had told her arcminute earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own oculus. Sarah's Sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that Night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lustfulness for calamitous cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that night, then fare down to the studio to suffer her virginity to a black man on bouncy idiot box ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their untested girl was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ cataclysm'from occurring, only to ensue in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black cock in a issue of bit ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to observe as his wife and girl were about to feed themselves to black turncock before his optic and the KNEN network television television camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black phallus"rap radical, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the knocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a electric chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch Joseph Black erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's shabu top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her bare blanched body with his muscular bleak hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the television camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing inglorious member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in transport as her married white pussy was once again penetrated by a long, thick, brownish cock. She braced her tiny white hands on the glass screen background as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's soot black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera slant beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this time she was defenseless and being fucked by a brawny black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blueing eyes from the monitor and looked into the television camera. Then, putting on her Charles Herbert Best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"Good evening United States of America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more members. Heather and Big microphone had been on the former position of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunet composition young woman, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko knife up and down his thick black light beam. mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot piddling cocksucker, but at the same prison term, it seemed to him that there was way too a lot Andrew D. White pussy in the studio for him to party with just one missy. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the ground tackle desk. Looking across the studio, Big mike made eye-contact with Norman Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards ling, who was still unmindful to the tacit communication going on between the two pitch-black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his stopcock out of heather mixture's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his mighty shameful arms and carried her over to news show desk. Mike sat the naked brunet constitution girl down on the desk right side by side to Sarah's sweating, bucking dead body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, then looked down at Heather.

Scots heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. broom's middle widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal supporter next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her long blonde whisker was matted with exertion, filament of it sticking to her defenseless back. Her tight, round of golf, Andrew D. White ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's centre rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a patch,"Big microphone casually told Calluna vulgaris,"while I get acquainted with this immature lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."heather mixture continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his massive pitch blackness cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell still, her eyes locking on Watkins massive Black person rooster. Watkins smiled, placing one heavy pitch-black, helping hand flat against Heather's flabby white titty and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black shaft across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball thespian tapping nursing home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink slit with one, unmerciful jabbing before she could say another Word. Heather screamed from the sudden impact and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new swain ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock mooring from her slit. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her hip. The blond 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 white breast in his massive Joseph Black hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant black knocker whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her sylphlike white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny T. H. White hands up to Big Mike's mesomorphic onyx-colored arm, over his large-minded articulatio humeri, and ran down his unsubtle barrel chest. Her reasonably heart widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her bare white thigh. She grasped the foot of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs widely, allowing Big Mike leisurely access to her twat. Big mike grinned and immediately took reward, leaning in and slowly pushing his long fatheaded black rooster deep inside Sarah, causing her to groan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to fill you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white mitt over Big microphone's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his physical structure as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with heather.

"Look at that, kick !"Watkins mocked the make-up daughter as he fucked her hard."flavour like your boy Big mike found a new girlfriend to fuck ! You ain't his girl, you just a SLUT ! A jade for pitch blackness COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"ling cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusting.

"ARE YOU A pitch blackness COCK adulteress BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU love MY BIG inkiness hammer ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A lightlessness COCK fancy woman SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Same way he was hammering her kitty with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A loose woman FOR lightlessness COCK ! !"

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broom Christensen hadn't told her household about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view consultation that night to see his favorite telly personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac diarist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on unrecorded telecasting ! Then the knocker called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should possess turned the TV off the endorse he saw Heather paseo 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 mixture to comprehend the Sarah Davenport and the conquest of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to Calluna vulgaris, Bob started to interest about his step-daughter's safety device. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see heather wake up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to attend away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger interlingual rendition of his wife, broom's mother, the womanhood he'd fallen in honey with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monolithic black knocker. The peck was so hot that Bob couldn't avail but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker crook for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded Heather off for another daughter and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some form of anchorperson but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the knocker, if not unsound. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had ling pinned down on the desk, on her back, her peg counterpane and pointed up in the air… the only article of clothing she still wore were her shoe. Her lithe T. H. White eubstance glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to couple his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown haircloth was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud lip was moaning in delight as this shameful anchorman's'big paw roamed all over her sylphlike lily-white body ... and as his tremendous lightlessness pecker fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting broom with enquiry, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Calluna vulgaris,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a inkiness cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her Pres Young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

Scots heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to gather my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will fall over one Nox. We'll have a decent family unit dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your dada !"

"Step-dad, actually"ling giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'married woman ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his breadbasket. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport lady friend ... and their female parent. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and fuck ling and her female parent right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming sexual climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen davenport had been horrified when she had arrived domicile earlier that night. First, she arrived place to find her immature daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic television intro that purported to be a word computer program. If that weren't bad enough, the Conservative married woman and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic platform as her aged daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of esurient total darkness strong-armer ! Karenic had been so distracted by the good deal that she hadn't posting Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to labour to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to arrive pick he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to stop their untried daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in prison term to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. davenport faced a new trouble however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual force of the blacken men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to mar Becky. ineffectual to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the great deal of the huge shameful cocks in the room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched party !

In the center of the news program set, xx understructure from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stage technician and a Shirley Temple security guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's monumental black cocks while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD chest. Then Karen's bra was torn from her eubstance and the men began to take turn fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new ally, a third nigrify Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lense, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how lots bigger this new rivet was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his pecker was adult 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 eyes off the man's turncock, she might bear recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her idiot box screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony TV footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his personal identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's hammer while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her wax White River titty, Karen reached her leave hand out and took storage area of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not depicted object with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black fingers through Karenic's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's headland back, forcing her to stop sucking the security guard's prick. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own turncock into Karenic's oral cavity.

Karenic instinctively began to breastfeed the new black cock in her mouth, grasping the pedestal of the shaft with one hand, trying to control her new lover's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to thrust his hips, edge and determined to fuck the moderately blank wife's mouthpiece. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karenic wanted to continue entertaining her other two fan, so she reached out for their hammer and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and submissive in the face of this new rivet's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her manpower from the security system guard's and stagehand's turncock, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her drumhead by the wrists with one powerful black mitt, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the former. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got architectural plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a smell that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security system guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the board, then realized what the bunch member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio apartment page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security measure guard, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karenic and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the tabular array from the nominal head. The floor page girl tried to lam behind the table, but the certificate safety leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within second, all three were under the table. The missy frightened scream quickly turned to laughter and screams of love as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his dick from Karen's mouth. The floor and perturbed redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift movement and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one English, Karenic 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 beefy, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a Joseph Black he-man's lap and giggling, stroking his tool. The bleak he-man was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled fount and ripe breasts. Karenic gasped as she felt a pair of large, muscular hands suddenly grabbing both of her own wax, milky Patrick White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redheaded woodpecker reflexively grabbed the mitt on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her subdued White cutis and the dismal powerful hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something big, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare articulatio humeri. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect distance of B-Love's massive black cock resting on her milky White person articulatio humeri and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit chassis. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the long, coal black shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The tv camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breast fondled by a improbable, brawny black man while she sucked his turncock. The camera pulled out more, widening the pellet to include the soma of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her bosom swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to give her middle. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to dramatize her pro presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen davenport. Mrs. davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of char who appreciate the transcendence of the pitch-dark Male and succumbed to the sexual tycoon of big fateful cock. secure evening Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty Edward D. White housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one deal, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her knocker. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the audio muffled by B-Love's thick bleak turncock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's centre shot open when she felt Jessica's manus on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his prick from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to list over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"gripe is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the masses watching this. You keep stroking this jigaboo prick though."

Karenic looked into the camera. The situation finally started to settle in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her tit. Now he wanted her to serve questions ! She looked back at B-Love's black peter in her manus, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or serious yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's rooster, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her quandary.

"Good even Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The unit verity ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his tool inside her cunt. She gripped the screen background in her hired man, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. mortal in the manager's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing scuttlebutt and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica began her consultation as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You hazard ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express mail purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to preclude your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a fateful man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her originally hesitance in the face of her ‘ black masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to take over her bitchy, confrontational diarist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be fan's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his turncock while he rubbed her virgin puss, the two were passionately kissing."I found my untried girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his stopcock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what theatrical role of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a medicine video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock disbelief."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karenic started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so often that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so a great deal that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to mislay her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The survey of your girl with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a dim man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's turncock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."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 young woman that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her capitulum."I meant why would you have your husband take the time to pick you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You knew what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in metre. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to facilitate my daughter !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian parapraxis."You wanted to serve your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stop if you just told them to terminate, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's prick."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the immense blackamoor cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your creative thinker, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in soul ! My 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 facilitate me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Black peter ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."hot dog, I'm sorry…but…these total darkness cocks… THIS pitch blackness 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 talented rap artist with the chemical group"Black member ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big patrician optic and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… intimate with… Mr. love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her deal."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can predict you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The whole group is. I can personally testify to that… and of trend, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a panoptic grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her naughty centre widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigra cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black prick you've been sucking tonight is the Sami one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that take a shit you finger ?"

Karenic's mind reeled at the Book of Revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone do Jessica's head. Karen began to pass off heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the same tool she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three metrical foot away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular Brigham Young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge inglorious cock, watching it drip another embarrassing wad of pre-cum on her heave alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Saint Thomas Watkins !"

The magnanimous LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The double was trembling, slightly muzzy cell-phone camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karenic saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how farsighted she'd waited… how she'd even refused to suffer sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out foil responses, yet obviously loving every arcminute of it… and every inch of that glorious pitch black prick that was taking her precious bloom !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD covert behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very Lapplander hammer you were just fucking. The stopcock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screenland, her amobarbital sodium super C eyes broad with electric shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her girl on the screen door. Sarah seemed to shine with felicity and pridefulness. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her bantam white-hot men on his cock. Karenic began to snog, slug, and suck B-Love's hammer, worshipping the Lapp cock that she was watching take her honest-to-goodness girl's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your honest-to-god daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to start out sucking his putz again ... the Saami cock that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly Virgin twat. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to do her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched appearance now… a presentment of the power of nigrify cock over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's luxuria. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the waistband of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panties ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the crystallize chalk top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the ebony spear and trying to lease as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some hoi polloi might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual body process with a black man on unrecorded idiot box, while her hubby is forced to observe. You are doing so while watching footage of your older daughter losing her virginity to the Lapplander black cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another Negro man, right adjacent to you ... while your young daughter's virginity is under scourge from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could experience her excitement building, her unscathed trunk trembling. Jessica's Litany of gossip pushed the libertine wife and mother over the edge, and Karen davenport shook, letting B-Love's stopcock faux pas from her rima oris as she threw her straits back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in finisher to Karen and whispered one More interrogation."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... jigaboo cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT gripe ?"Karenic gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her teaser."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky oriental alabaster cleavage and stroking his long, compact, throbbing black scape with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG jigaboo THUG !"Karen 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 hips and fasting, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge blank breasts.

"KAREN ! !"dog Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chairwoman."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU saying !"

"I'M saying THAT THIS spade punk IS MORE MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karenic shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER toughie TO piece of tail 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 dog !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her bosom faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to understand Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black goon require 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 BLACK nigga COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT return ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK peter !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"wienerwurst cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO TAKE MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D ilk THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Negroid THUG !"

"Karen ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in revulsion.

"OFFERING UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A trade good START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL blackamoor THUG TO nookie ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK stopcock .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Negro NIGGER COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU lost YOUR brain ?"hot dog cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's knocker."She outta her creative thinker with lust for my coon cock ! Let this be a object lesson to you whiteboy, spate with the tycoon of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda proceed your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to black rooster. Your daughter lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... lawsuit you lose THEM to black pecker ! Your married woman and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his boldness towards Karen again. His rippling Shirley Temple muscles tensed and his big bleak jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and whitish white breasts with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"roll in the hay me ... hump my girl ... fuck me ... have a go at it my girl ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting melanise cock."First you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't trouble, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"low, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her forehead. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the atomic number 79 mountain chain made of linked wedding ringing, engagement hoop, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from White person men."B-Love sneered."It's a toast to me, a demonstration of your commitment to black male person supremacy, an recognition that once you go disgraceful, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a job, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's vast black prick. Even diffuse, it was large than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't make me your wedding closed chain, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our reality. I won't be able to have sex you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will relate you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a job ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny Au banding from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"trade good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidifying as he added Karenic's wedding hoop to a broken connection in his string ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that dark."Now then Mrs Davenport, are you ready for the next step in your worship of the mightiness of black pecker ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing Black appendage, taking it in her mitt."Oh God I'm so ready !"

frankfurter Davenport hung his head in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet patch in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his cheeks, red with plethora. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his married woman being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only cancel ’.


END OF CHAPTER XVII

Frank Davenport loved his married woman. It broke his nerve whenever anything turn over Karen and when she'd called his cellular telephone earlier that night, she was more turnover than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karen between her gasp and son of a bitch, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their girl needed his assist. Frank Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evil of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Pres Young women. But Karenic told him Sarah had done something frightful, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to pluck Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

hotdog rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, dog had no choice but to consider ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch in helpless horror as television cameras captured every second of his loving family line's debauched dissolution.

dog davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by TV camera and being fucked senseless by a Joseph Black punk. hot dog SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky base on balls naked into the studio, and escorted by a defenseless black thug and start to stroke and breastfeed that thug's black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her girl, listening to their plea ... their demand that she join them. dog then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian black cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the affray, ignoring his protests. Frank SAW his strong-willed married woman surrounded by black macho-man and succumbing to their seduction. frank SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her step-in as the Black men amused themselves with her sonsy bloodless physical structure. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman crepuscule to her knees and idolize melanise cock, letting her jolly face and lenient breasts be fucked by not one by three black he-man. Then wienerwurst saw his wife led to the ground tackle desk to be interviewed by the beautiful idiot box personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. hot dog Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to end any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his biography had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his low White River penis, little compared to the black putz he saw in the studio, stiffening in his knickers as he listened to his wife describe the issue of that night… the ugly misunderstanding that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then hotdog SAW his married woman showered with nigger ejaculate as she begged to be fucked by the huge pitch-dark rapper. Then dog saw his wife slip the wedding hoop from her finger and declare oneself both it and their vernal daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his little snowy hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his optic off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet spot seeable in his knickers. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the midst, hot chunk of her pitch-black lover's ejaculate from her white meat and ate it, looking her hubby right wing 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 anchorperson desk, looking up at her beautiful pitch-black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'pantie off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another nimble glance, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the black-market rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said zippo, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two yearn black-market fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her long, smooth Edward D. White peg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his head, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at frank, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

wienerwurst winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his married woman's torn lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her death chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big blackamoor cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other bridge player to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his dick any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked marital puss and boldly knocked her bridge player away, shoving one, then two digit into her pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her vertebral column, her full white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's twat."This ain't your husband's lil'snowy prick. You gon na have to be A LOT surface-active agent if you expect to take aim a BLACK MAN'S stopcock !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairperson."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your peter ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be trusted of that. What I think we're gon na penury here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my twat !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you consider I should get to eat your wife's sweetly minuscule pussy and get it beneficial and wet for my jigaboo cock ?"

Frank davenport raised his centre to fill B-Love's mocking phonation. From the doorknocker's quality, hot dog assumed someone was about to untie him from his chair and forcefulness him to enter in his wedlock's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the white husband and don remained helplessly tied to the chairman. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless facial expression, the rapper's reflective dark glasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the hotdog's tending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na flip yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, muggins !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their former daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a dance step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the tiny blond assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her peg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ protagonist'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his pecker as she watched her female parent and baby. `` 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 disgraceful hand in her lap and fingering her flaming slit as she watched her mother and sis. He would much rather be fucking the female child but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the lady friend's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that nighttime, after B-Love had his fun. For the metre being though, he toyed with the naïve carrottop, guiding her hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to she-bop as she watched the action mechanism unfold.

Karenic Davenport was in a daze, unable to cover what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karenic saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black knocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to present Karenic's across-the-board spread legs. Mike then took a topographic point standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her au naturel, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing mike to stand Sarah finisher to the desk, cheeseparing to her mother's spread legs. 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 bootleg manhood deep into her slender white body. Sarah let unleash a loud, wanton groan and her stifle buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and energize her custody against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate descriptor. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to retard the stern footstep of Big Mike's jab, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blond twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her scatter stage, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from posterior. Then Karenic noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently fight her daughter's face lower, closer to Karen's defenceless kitty-cat. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth Andrew D. White thigh, Karenic realized what was about to take place. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her jolly brass hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you set up for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your female parent ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to chip in them what they want… I want to impart them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to commit these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's heading, his Brobdingnagian blackened cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling Andrew D. White pap and with one powerful blacken, hand and kneading the soft ivory shape."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to hollo as Big Mike increased the pace and intensiveness of his jabbing. Lost in a cloud of lecherousness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new wiz on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's header between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and overspread her thighs to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too previous !

Crazed with lustfulness and eager to please her black masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The fairly blonde daughter began to gently kiss the soft pink folds of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white body, between her heaving milky white breasts and widespread creamy white thighs and saw her reasonably blonde daughter's big blue optic boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clit, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protestation disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own girl's tongue made contact lens with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her pelvic girdle again to meet her daughter's docile kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own furious luxuria, Sarah Davenport pushed her knife into her female parent's cunt, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

rent welled in Karen davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her onetime daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge inglorious stopcock all over the degraded white mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking tweed cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic girdle into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in incredulity, his married woman's hearty screams echoing in his headland. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… confidence ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her rosehip against her girl's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"dog screamed."FOR GOD'S rice beer ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT eating kitty-cat ! MY DAUGHTER IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

frankfurter Davenport watched helplessly as his honest-to-goodness daughter ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's reasonably face buried between Karenic 's legs. The pitiful husband shook his headway and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched outcome unfolding before his optic. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to take his heart fall upon another horrifying sight… his new girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her former sis ate their mother's pussy. The Whitney Young redhead's pert young tit heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her kitty-cat while the other stroked a big black putz. Her eyes fell upon her sister's font, buried in her mother's twat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the midget little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sis eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma shriek and going BUCK WILD ! What do you believe she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long ovalbumin peg in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her previous girl's typeface as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide drear eye, but she couldn't search away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big mordant studhorse a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet optic and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to calculate away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio base. Yet Becky found herself unable to withstand raising her optic discreetly as her typeface still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virtuous girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah cosset girl. sentinel. '' B-Love growled. `` ticker yo'mum get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The knocker turned back to Karen."Hey mummy, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to deliver her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her coming building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how honorable it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO trade good !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eye. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. redhead's back talk was subject, gasping for air as she rubbed her young snatch faster and faster, bucking her hips to meet her own eager finger's breadth. It wasn't enough ... she was do-or-die for more. She let go of the opprobrious cock she stroked with one mitt and put both of her hands in her twat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her low-pitched lip in intimate frustration as she watched her mother and baby cavorting with one of her favorite rapper and another big sinister studhorse. Her eyes fell upon her Sister's face, buried in her mother's pussycat. 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 macho-man knew that B-Love wanted him to gage off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompt Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's natural language is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE nigra tool !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's oculus."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you guess SHE'S prepare yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's oculus, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karenic stammered, surprised by the head. Karen wanted to make water these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to pass them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt vex for her youthful daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo. Karen was n't sure Becky could handle a huge black cock. `` I ... I do n't get it on. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenager carrottop. `` Well, let 's retrieve out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teenage quickly stood up from her president to greet the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big low-spirited center immediately locked upon the enormous ignominious weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular ramification as he slowly approached her. It was heavy than any of the other Black turncock she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the misfortunate virgin was distracted by the site of his raging ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teenager 's Chin, lifting her look up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thick inglorious thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to expect into B-Love 's brass, rather than his Brobdingnagian cock, Becky began to spirt 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 moan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her Virgo the Virgin snatch in his large black mitt, then brazenly slipped two foresighted black fingers up into Becky 's virgin stripling pussy and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the doorknocker slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger's breadth fucked her pinko Virgo the Virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to jerk her virgin blanched cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony finger's breadth. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her human knee buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her nude albumen body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat Caucasian tum and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft white physique. Feeling B-Love 's turncock pressed against her Thomas Young torso, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm Theodore Harold White breast.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teenager and called back to her female parent."I think you might be right hand Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'missy ain't near wet enough to remove a big nigger pecker yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black turncock pressed against her torso and genuinely afraid she might never screw what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her paw between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge Black putz in her petite ovalbumin hands, her fingers unable to reach all the way around its cinch. She gripped the big black animal as in force she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your braggy fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teenage's face to calm down her. He kissed her tenderly on her brow, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the rag Father of the Church a revolting smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can picture something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head word and stood opposite Becky, facing the jolly red-haired teen with his huge black cock swinging inches above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in bend reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's virgin pussy ... her mother 's nerve trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to learn."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue middle and afford gasping mouth, inches from her Cy Young pussy and realized what was in storage. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a groovy idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a expectant way for you to get practiced and wet for BIG BLACK dick, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's Cy Young red-haired cunt. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her sexual climax drawing secretive and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this issue unfold, briefly raised her oral fissure from her female parent 's pussycat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the divergence ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's button as probed her female parent 's pussy with her nimble ashen fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her pelvic arch wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hired man and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's hand.

'' flavour THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that nigga stopcock IS ! THAT is a really MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you want Becky to miss her virginity to REAL MAN ... a Black person MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your girl 's first cock to be a BIG Shirley Temple COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black pecker tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic arch violently into Sarah 's side. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! nookie ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redhead around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful fount.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to assist her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karenic 's husband 's words and used them for his own twisted aim. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your service right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her torso shaking as she approached climax. She stared up at her young girl 's virgin pussy, just inches from her face.

'' THEN William Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER commodity AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK roll in the hay ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breathing place on her youth pussycat. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... sledding TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big Negroid prick and opened her heart, looking up and seeing her girl's wet pink cunt hovering inch above her sass. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one brawny arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her pour down towards Karenic 's open lip.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eagre spit flick her minuscule pinko button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his clapper pushing into her oral fissure while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her kitty into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's diminutive white mitt clutched B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black rooster almost like a handgrip, hugging it against her flat white tum and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black dick being foresighted enough that there was sizeable elbow room for all four small white feminine manus to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"frankfurter davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his sole daughter eating his wife's puss, but now his younger girl was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's rima oris !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and pick apart your fucking tooth out with my big nigger dick !"

Tears stung Frank davenport 's horrified font as he watched his beautiful married woman and girl eating each other 's pussies for the amusement of a bunch of black thugs. The flyspeck white erection growing in his pants, not to note a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to bemock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe White body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like personal identification number and needles tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to remark her puss.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to yell. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH nooky ! FUCK ! '' The bantam redheader 's went very strain then suddenly started to throw off violently, collapsing into B'Love 's brawny black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her promontory back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW shite mama ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE infant fille CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her puss. The married woman and mother 's strangle screeching were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her back talk. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR lightlessness COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the vista playing out in figurehead of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn of events was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two girl. He could n't lease it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big mike blasted Sarah 's wet Caucasian cunt with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty bootleg pecs heaving with fervor, his deep brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The Brobdingnagian rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a ripe use for that little bitch 's lip. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's kitty, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big microphone and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's middle, kissed her mouth, then pushed the lilliputian redhead over on her side. Big mike slide Karenic and Sarah 's perspiration, naked white eubstance around on the screen background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went hobble for their powerful black lovers, allowing their eubstance to be arranged into a into a Triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio cameras followed every motion, the three davenport women were moved into position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her straits between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her mind between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay dame. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a endorsement 's faltering, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, pasty sex ... and all to delight their smutty master key. The char needed no more prompting or educational activity. Karen and her girl'longsighted white tree branch intertwined, their blue E. B. White hand caressing one another 's soft clean skin, their hungry backtalk kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each early in an urgent, acute gay woman leash softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio brightness level and leering studio apartment cameras.

dog Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on populate television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the thirdly time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each early. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a pitch-dark cock yet ! He could accept his pillage whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to make.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport fair sex having a degenerate gay woman terzetto. His tool was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be fix again soon enough.

Shemar was fussy, still fucking the conquer 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't ca-ca any divergence. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security system guard that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to take a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport women. A mother, her Virgo the Virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in total ... and three black knocker. He took his eyes off the Davenport women for a second and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to snog every inch of their beautiful white mother 's nude trunk. The two white sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her gentle white tummy, over her heaving clean bosom, then up her neck ... to her nerve and oral cavity. Sarah turned her female parent 's human face to hers, pushing her wet garden pink tongue into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the candy kiss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's lip as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty light-haired head on Karen 's left tit, sucking the hard pink nipple that had fed her as a infant. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red pass on her mother 's right wing breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky knoll as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'hands roamed all over their mother 's nude white body, but returned meter and again to her dripping wet puss. Karenic returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving Andrew D. White knocker, the virginal adolescent looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the Brobdingnagian, hard black rooster. Becky 's once inexperienced person gentle eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt sound with crave as she felt her girl 's lowly snowy hands exploring her buxom albumen body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's pinko cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so know wet ! You 're even pie-eyed than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her female parent 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Black person dick ! !

Karen Davenport opened her center, the smoky blue-violet peach filled with easy sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading nerve.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT damage AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D hold ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't translate at first ... and I 'm lamentable ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' pa does n't look ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever have sex with a substantial man ... with a veridical cock ... a BIG BLACK prick ! Is n't that in good order mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her wakeless white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughter'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful black studs in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual fervour. `` All these men are SO very much nooky BIGGER than your beginner ... it 'll be like my initiative clock time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her hubby, his boldness dripping with exertion, his gasp wet, his minuscule hard-on barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl 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 engagement. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karenic and their girl had been compelled to enthrall one another. All of it caught on camera ... program on television ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and activeness ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big dismal oculus, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in end and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her spokesperson dropped to a whispering, but the studio microphones and camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't take to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage ceremony does n't count ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely with child, rock-hard dark tool grade with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap up her slender White digit around it 's threatening girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The unseasoned redheader leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's hammer. The camera framed the pellet beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that thing now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shaft in her tiny white bridge player. `` Big ... Black ... stopcock ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense cunt ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make believe it crystal clear for the masses at dwelling. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG Black COCK ! '' Karen cried out without indisposition.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO fix to consecrate up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG total darkness dick ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married public figure drip mold tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to betray your spousal relationship vows ? ``

'' BIG ... lightlessness ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's dick in her hand.

'' DAMN right wing ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at hotdog Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR married man WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust inebriate she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic husband 's horrified nerve. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... Black person ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one foresightful midsection finger to the frankfurter Davenport, then the tv camera. B-Love 's fingerbreadth was longer than to the highest degree ashen men 's fully vertical penis ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's kitty-cat juices, and just a bit of her roue.

'' So much for your unspoilt family note value, T. H. White America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and girl BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK nigga COCK ! ``

The heat in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the profane interracial drunken revelry unfolding in nominal head of the cameras. The picture was being disseminate hold up across the nation was high definition picture of gamey contrasting figure tonus, a wide-cut coloring picture of black and clean human body. The"Whole Truth"anchor desk was a plenty of naked, writhing bodies… grueling Joseph Black muscle and balmy White person skin, shining with lather. All of the men involved were pitch blackness, about of them penis of the rap mathematical group"Shirley Temple Phallus ”. All of the woman involved were Andrew Dickson White, but they came from a variety of backdrop.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black Phallus ”. Within bit, those rappers had introduced the darling splice Stanford White journalist to the acute power of blackness dick. The sonsie gabardine newsman was seduced, stripped and fucked on populate television, along with her middling brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the keystone desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by grim macho-man the previous Night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took role in the interracial binge flowering in the studio… knowing good well that it was being broadcast into dwelling across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's babe, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's denotative lyric titillated her and the virginal egg white stripling had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the mathematical group. She learned far more than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but picture footage of her babe getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial of headphone conversations with her babe and an anonymous nigrify stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to give up her virginity to one of these black scantling. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't hideous enough, Karen then realized that the video in interrogative sentence starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and female parent continued watching her television system in jolt. The rapper on video had their way with the jolly Theodore Harold White journalist, a professional person White person char just like Karenic, who seemed to revel every second of being used as a black rivet's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen door, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virginal adolescent 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 hidden truth. When Karenic and her married man arrived at the studio apartment, they were in time to block Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overmaster sight of the disastrous macho-man in the studio and the smelling of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her girl teasing and make her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her nuptials ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The scantling from inkiness Phallus reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married bloodless diarist on live idiot box, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her foreman, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virtuous sister and conservative mother into the doorknocker'diabolic clutches ! Now all five beautiful white-hot womanhood were now professing their desire and devotion to black shaft on inhabit television… and two of the squawk hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, take heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hired man stroking his huge black hammer, while the former fingered his necklace made of white women's pack."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some jigaboo shaft in those petty Andrew Dickson White pussies ! This here is a Virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out operating instructions for everybody to assume their optimum positioning ‘ on point ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry ling, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, deep bootleg member still buried in her pussy, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the raw albumen letter writer over to another black scantling, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black rivet's cock was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The light-haired beauty grasped her new lover's cock in hired man as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, side by side to Tom and Becky. Becky's telephone stud gave a quick glance at the immature redheaded woodpecker, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the rivet that had seduced her over the speech sound, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and total darkness Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her headphone scantling grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all salutary girl."The stud poker said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her strip ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me infract in that piffling virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby dame !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The view scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The he-man laughed, then shoved his tool deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and lb the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue eyes going broad and looking up into a nearby tv camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to television system across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in revulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Shirley Temple Black rooster shtup toy. He now simply stared at the screenland silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The tv camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karenic and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the gist sphere of the glass top news program desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'unfinished shoulder as the two girls knelt on either slope of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked dark rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the blanched mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with dying lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three charwoman."Who's going to be first ? The loving Edward White wife, or the pure whitened Virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled blackened men approached his kinsfolk. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was cypher he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three rapper took their places in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his mortification. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these blacken thug rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met time of day ago ... the Lapp black men who had seduced their Old girl ? No ! Even now wiener refused to consider it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to stop this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"frankfurter screamed plaintively, trying to brush off B-Love's in the first place threats of force."HONEY, PLEASE ! clear YOUR eyes ! face AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR household !"

Karen didn't respond to hotdog's plea. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the magical spell of the three black knocker standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet optic scanned their dark, rippling powerful chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a conk whimper as she looked at the three glorious black cocks that swung at her eye-level scarcely one-and-a-half feet from her facial expression.

B-Love glanced back at wiener triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a enchantment, but not taking her oculus off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD spirit at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karenic dropped her arm from Sarah's berm and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is faulty ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big pitch-black shaft in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large pitch blackness deal, showing off cock's length, girth, and callosity, mocking Frank's protests.

"Energy Department this tone legal injury to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't aspect awry at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black knocker'cocks.

"Karenic !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR folk !"

B-Love brought his huge stopcock upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a base from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR family line !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM cerebration of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her fully white breasts heaving with turmoil as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'immense black erection and rubbed her cunt frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge bootleg cock, a metrical unit long and the gloss of fertile chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's peter, just as long, but a bit dilutant and light in coloring, almost like coffee with emollient. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, dark brown and so THICK… a bit inadequate than B-Love's hammer, but still MUCH larger than frankfurter's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were More than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All deuce-ace of you are TWICE AS prominent as Frank !"

wienerwurst heard the inflammation in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his endeavour at reasoning. He was about to recede the woman he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving prick. Desperate to end them, Frank tried to intend of what he could do to prevent his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his teardrop."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."smell, pop's rallying cry now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big microphone's huge black penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karen admonished her married man."layover thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should require the best for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it dear myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, engender and daughters, side by English, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigra strong-armer knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide-eyed violet eyes darting hungrily from one big inglorious cock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na have it away who ?"B-Love asked himself out tacky, glancing at frank davenport, malevolently taunting the discomfited husband and father."Which one am I going to roll in the hay first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU pickax which one of these big nigga dick is gon na deflower your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white kitty-cat of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky boob heaving excitedly."H…how will I select ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."Stroke these nigga dicks, throw ‘ em a squeeze, experience how severe and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's tool, stroking one in each of her tiny white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her puss."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own immense cock finisher to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's peter, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how very much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the rapper towering over her, his meditative sunglasses mirroring her observation. She saw herself naked, stroking his Brobdingnagian black-market cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the passably rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His trophy. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbolization of her toast of virginity, glittering on her tiny bloodless hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look 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 instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."springiness mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her optic widening with realization when she saw her mother's regard fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her hand from her kitty-cat and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comic speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the thenar of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the atomic number 78 ring 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 mouth broadened into a joyous, smart as a whip smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the pack from Mrs. davenport's trembling white helping hand. B-Love gently slipped the pack over the broken end of Sarah's engagement ring, succeeding to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the nude mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"O.K. Karen, you've selected me to be the get-go man to sleep with your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, smooth café latte pelt, muscular chest, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be placate, in spitefulness of his sinewy build. Then Karenic considered Big Mike. While all three of the knocker were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a Negroid hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscular tissue were vast, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his stopcock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a Aspinwall can. She reached forward with both of her custody, taking a doorknocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, insensibility, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their tegument color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over confining to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a brawny black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the Lapp time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karenic's brain flooded with look-alike of herself being ravished by both of these studhorse at the same prison term, their huge stopcock pistoning in and out of her body… beloved God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more total darkness putz !"

"Yeah sister, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and realise you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karenic gasped, her big violet eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the sentiment 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 microphone.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The seduce E. B. White married woman was responding to his dirty talking, and he ran with it.
"You like that estimation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed whitened cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your kitty-cat is as cockeyed as hers ? tell apart me mommy, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a tangible man in that kitty yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigga interior of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA turncock !"

Big microphone's unclean talk of the town worked like a spell on the beautiful lady of the house. Karenic suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky balance on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own kitty-cat succus. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the huge black putz in her hired man. As often as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the contrary. She looked down at the fat black pecker in her tiny whiten hand. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karenic said, emphatically, looking up at Big microphone and taking his prick in both work force."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH babe !"Big Mike hollered."Big mike gon na instruct you FOR real why your girl are goin'Shirley Temple ! bitch, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Lapp !"

Big Mike couldn't helper but leer at Karen's husband across the studio. wienerwurst davenport hung his header low and stared at the floor, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK prick ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and baby !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This squawk is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black hands on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her mild, creamy second joint, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Saami man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch Joseph Black cock just about one pes away from her vulnerable uncorrupted cunt. Suddenly, at that minute, that prick looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the phantasy of being deflowered by a vast black cock, the world was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young head flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she address it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful ignominious rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to assist me fix this ?"

"calm air down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her flighty girl, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing grim dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't screw this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her female parent's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big downhearted middle. She immediately felt shamed for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red haircloth, then gently kissed her younger daughter's os frontale."Don't be afraid, mama's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Young bare breasts quivering as her dresser heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're xviii Becky, you're a big young woman now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! momma'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 Bronx cheer's got to show her baby doll how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little to a greater extent guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to point by big coon putz into your daughter's sweet white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her minuscule white hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's individual fold. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me aid too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender flannel arms and cupping her house white breasts, pulling her diminutive white physical structure back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her paw on Becky's berm, compelling her babe to continue laying back.

"It's all right sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO skilful !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zip at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky blanched knocker pressed against the cold glass desktop, her hands resting on Becky's bare lily-white second joint, and her brass hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big microphone's huge cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive twat backtalk. Karen's reddish blue eyes film wide open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big microphone's putz into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, deep cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG pitch blackness prick,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard cock head up and down Karen Davenport's quiet bloodless ass and pink pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The television camera moved in, following the action at law closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up daughter as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black devotee still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment bunch was recording everything they could for understudy Angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and internet site. The two other television camera in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the hands of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karen's face.

"Take my pecker in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her legs."Guide my bootleg cock into your daughter's flannel virgin cunt. open me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant female parent. He cupped her bland stacked white ass with his powerful back handwriting, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big Mike's rough, firm work force rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's paw slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to slip interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more familiar contact. Her movement was rewarded by the tactile sensation of something duncical slipping into her wet pink slit, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's widely sorry eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy bulwark stretching to lodge Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my shaft ! That's just a span of my fingerbreadth ! tinker's damn, 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 manus was down between Karen's wooden leg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard black hammer."When I put THIS inside you, you'll piece of ass KNOW !"

"Please ... Please sleep with me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your girl get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vocalization."Every in you give her…Big mike will chip in YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's berm, and whispered in her ear."assist ‘ em out daughter. break them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat disgraceful cockhead pushing into her youth ovalbumin body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and Sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her bitch."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the true statement !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."guide my rooster into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue oculus welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right field in the eye, Karen reached a palpitation hired hand out and grasped B-Love's thick black scape in her trembling clean hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closelipped to Becky as her female parent pointed his turncock at her Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in incredulity."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her vox trailed off, Becky's nous so conflicted between fearfulness and lustfulness she found herself unable to form coherent sentences. In spite of her mental confusion, her torso was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled pulp flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, young knocker to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's rooster almost as if in a trance and easing the doorknocker closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third gear finger in her hot wet slit."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy black cock.

Becky stared at the huge melanise cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young pectus heaving, making the situation of her quivering tits ever more rally. Her big blue eyes darted back and Forth River between her mother's beautiful white aspect and B-Love's beautiful Negroid pecker. Then, Becky glimpsed a name between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back ground, tied to a chairperson. Her founder."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black member closer to Becky's young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our kinsfolk ?"Becky asked, her big blueing eyes darting back and Forth River between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pop !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her defeated, dejected husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and weeping towards weenie davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen 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 worry about ‘ pappa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ascertain she held Becky's broad attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to stress its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's grueling black balls, then gently slid her tongue up each fatal inch of B-Love's foot-long hammer.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous black peter. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her paradiddle her lingua around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to equalize her female parent's proficiency.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio apartment cameras closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"wellspring ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening calamitous hammer and pointed its pulsating apple-sized school principal directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous caravan of thought.

"Do you think we need to care about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring wet at B-Love's rampant black hammer.

Karen smiled."Are you cook 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 pasty pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue eye widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… tribute ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his principal slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's human face and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to micturate him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's pecker tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's prick again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The drop of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few bit, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed twat lips ! Becky gasped at the adept of the hot, thickset semen sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her Edward Young, slender albumen soundbox, over her pert, creamy chest, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her gap lily-white thighs and up at the HUGE black peter that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another beading of pre-cum to organize at its tip, bigger this time, the pearly-white white fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her external respiration began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"trade good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's pecker, motioning him to pace forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big microphone, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round of golf white ass. He nodded his approving and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black prick free fall downward and between Karen's ramification. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, peter headspring teasing her hot, athirst puss rim, sliding up and down. Karenic trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mamma loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still unquiet but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's courteous girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now afford yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge Negro shaft that her mother held barely one in from her young virgin twat. Shivering, her bureau panting with exhilaration, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hip joint. Then, a half a second later, for the for the first time time in her life, Becky Davenport felt the skin senses of a MAN'S hammer on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT champion of B-Love's throbbing black tool head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH shtup ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : LIKE mother, LIKE girl"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a president in a KNEN video studio apartment observation in helpless horror as three thug knocker shattered his entire world, barely able-bodied to embrace how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning weenie had had the perfect egg white suburban life sentence. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a home that respected and followed his religious feeling. His cover girl wife Karen worked as a legal secretaire and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young man of affairs and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television news star Jessica McFarland. His young daughter, Becky, was soon to calibrate high school day and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. weenie could not have been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon wienerwurst was at a Christian church get together when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding Frank come home immediately. Frank raced home to obtain Karen standing in front of their home. Before he could draw in into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering wienerwurst to ram to the KNEN mesh studio, where their sometime daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest panting, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied story as Frank drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described witnessing, each contingent Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, intent on saving their daughters'mortal. It all seemed so unsubstantial, yet when wiener arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own eye. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, sinewy bootleg men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a Loretta Young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure Brigham Young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning ovalbumin adulteress allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio apartment anchorperson desk. Seeing this, wiener immediately feared that his new daughter, Becky, might be in memory for the Lapp circumstances. His veneration proved justified moments later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a flimsy bra and pantie and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these starved Black men. weenie begged Becky to keep on her virginity, but his objection were ignored as both his girl and their companions instead focused their attending on wienerwurst's married woman. Karenic had accompanied hot dog into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughters'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either endorse their Padre's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in iniquitous congress with these perverted black devils. When Frank tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chair and pressure scout as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every instant to television system and cyberspace. screech, moan, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the middle of the studio apartment, on a prominent glass anchor desk, a setting of naked, unchecked debauch unfolded under the hot ignitor.

Jessica McFarland and her somewhat brunet physical composition girl, heather, were both bent over one end of the foresighted, shabu anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the former end of the glass table, wienerwurst davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. wienerwurst watched his married woman and daughters… unable to stop their debauched behavior, unable to depend away from it, and unable to suppress the modest hard-on growing in his gasp which betrayed his primeval credence of contraband manlike control. Tonight, wienerwurst davenport, along with the sleep of America, was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's intimate king.

Sarah, weenie's oldest girl, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's pelvis as he slowly thrust his thick, deep brown cock in and out of her fairly light-haired cunt.

The doorknocker took their clip with hotdog davenport's wife and unseasoned daughter, building sexual tautness, partly for show, partly to further vellicate the previously conservative ashen cleaning woman. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the deoxyephedrine desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white body practically glowed under the studio apartment luminosity. Her passably red-haired head was cradled in her elderly Sister's gentle workforce. wiener had watched as the rapper'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable gabardine dead body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the rapper's monstrous Black cock, sway arduous and hanging ominously between her cattle farm white stifle. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. 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.

hotdog's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's mother against her father in a twisted fight of will for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by smutty men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's pussycat.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too exorbitant and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might deliver been lost, but wiener clung to the dire hope that Karenic would number to her mother wit and save their girl and herself from the clutches of these disgusting hoodlum.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their sr. daughter, then leaned across their new daughter's naked Edward White body. Karenic's heavy, subdued white breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat tire snowy corporation and creamy white second joint. Using one paw, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red haircloth. With her other hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, sable cock. Her nimble finger quickly circled the rock-hard scape, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from encounter. A pale mark on one finger's breadth betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge smuggled weapon in her lilliputian snowy 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 monster called"Big mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black toughie stroked Karen's silky red hair and naked white body with his dark, substantive hands. The tip of his own ebony humanity, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, married kitty-cat. The doorknocker tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her electrocution pussy mouth, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, far persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing pitch blackness appendage towards her younger daughter's virtuous snatch. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's vapid albumen tummy and little red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle workforce, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black stopcock moving nigh and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the vast black dick in their female parent's midget white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its treasured swag. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscular tissue in his abdomen, making his vast cock twitching and jumping in Karenic's hand like a raging, rearing beast, threatening to go tempestuous. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes undetermined, trying to be substantial, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ abjection'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to flex away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his communication channel of visual modality displayed different camera slant of the ‘ action'unfolding a few human foot away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor lizard, he heard his dearly sweet Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help oneself these rappers… hotdog view, yet again, this might break everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

frank turned away from the admonisher in horror, only to regain himself looking at another varan, with another photographic camera slant. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his valued kitten verbalize concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her tending with a shocking display… kissing and sucking the vile black thug's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of duncical drops of pre-cum oozing from the knocker's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired virgin bitch ! 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 articulatio coxae, arching her binding, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the board and bringing her virgin puss finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and begging him to make out her !

Finally, frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of shock as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious Whitney Young Becky lost her virginity to a Negro doorknocker on inhabit television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired kitty, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in prediction, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that strong-armer's pollution. Then, from one side of the covert, the throbbing, dripping black header of that grotesque mordant cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily whiteness hired man. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two finger to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate sheep pen as her other hand brought the rapper's monstrous black cock that final inch.

A thick, snowy glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the rooster, letting the ivory drip mould from the putz head and skid down over Becky's virginal pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karenic did not shake the stud's shaft.

This meter, Karen spread her daughter's pussy mouth with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing fateful rooster's tip directly into Becky's virgin folding !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tautness was too often for the red-aired teenager to bear. Her trunk shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the thin cutaneous senses of that olympian black hammer on her pinko virgin snatch. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock head to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH screw"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine kitty opened for the for the first time time by commencement inch of B-Love's foot-long calamitous cock ! camera captured that moment of offset contact and the wild flavor in Becky davenport's big blue center, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in dwelling across America.

"OH ... .OH screwing ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same mo, as she felt Big microphone's uncut girth slipping into her wed white cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously rear Karen as she guided B-Love's cock pass into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock headway slipped past Becky's outer lips Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karenic, slipping his cockhead into her cunt and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her blanket white pelvis backward against Big microphone, anxious to take more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karenic could already feel an orgasm building ! In her inflammation, Karen's grasp on B-Love's spear loosened ... and the doorknocker took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his flagitious blackened cock into Becky's Virgin slit !

"OH ... .OH screwing ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of THICK black cock pushing into her Virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this knock-down genus Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of row. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO dissimilar."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike cause two more than inch of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His potent inglorious hired man grasped Karen's astray hips and lifted her well-endowed clean ass upwards, forcing Karenic's expression downward. Karenic braced herself against the methamphetamine desk, her total white titty pressing against the poise transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld photographic camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the photographic camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on endure television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's putz into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky screech."He's.. so… oceanic abyss !"

"trench ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."Shit little girl, it's only a yoke in. I ain't even busted your Hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked effigy as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his cock into her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She looked down over her directly white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's atrocious black cock had not yet penetrated her young white torso. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her Virgin pussy. It was tight, so pixilated Becky could take in sworn she could sense B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then hurting. Her big spicy heart widened with sudden panic 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 pelvic arch violently forcing B-Love's stopcock to err from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to take her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her untested sister."It's okay. It'll wound a petty at first. It did last Nox, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE melanize rooster between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another in of his boneheaded black member into her stacked snowy dead body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's vapid egg white tummy… which in good turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen davenport was in her own universe, completely unmindful to her new girl's terror attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio reminder and saw that Big microphone had at least another six inches of pecker that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's stopcock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"screw ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the knocker's stopcock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's cries and saw that B-Love's hammer had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fearfulness and affright in her daughter's voice. She knew she should avail Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that present moment was getting that amazing disgraceful cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky break everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her fond, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's neural face, big downhearted eyes to the full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young white body shaking.

"beloved, you can cease if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ footling missy ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the theater tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are consequence for our actions, Cy Young dame !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her female parent pull B-Love's cock closer to her slit again.

"You came down here to fill these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to receive them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an column inch from her girl's slit."You love this rap mathematical group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's tool in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's hammer to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these famed, sexy lightlessness knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's hammer again touching her purulent lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A slight bit."Karen lied. She knew that a putz as thick and foresightful and hard as the one in her bridge player would be yobo for any charwoman to deal, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm for certain if you ask him, B-Love will be ennoble with you !"

"Karenic !"dog Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chairman this wholly sentence, forced to learn as three black rappers took over his folk. He'd given up his attack to convince his wife and girl not to dilute themselves for these black hoodlum, but Becky's protest rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain in the neck ! These men are brute ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP frank !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the piece of tail up !"B-Love growled."You improve watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like fauna !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the strong-armer's threat, but still he would not be silent. This was his last prospect to cease this insanity. He redirected his objection toward his daughter."BECKY beloved, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on inhabit TV ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T neediness TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy sass."Your Father of the Church thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. William Tell him he's wrong. state your father you don't want to bar !"

Becky looked over at her Padre, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his smuggled fount expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored shades.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, 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 muscular tissue rippling, his nerve that same stoic expression. She had to hide the notice, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to face at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was rattling. That Brobdingnagian fateful cock was really ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby little girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"child young lady, pa doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby little girl ! William Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"good lady friend ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's turncock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussycat. She felt Big mike's tool slipping back into her espouse white puss, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T need TO STOP !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hips up, pushing her snatch forward and taking B-Love's big black shaft deeper inside.

"That's good, beef, ‘ crusade I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action mechanism, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's tool being guided into her virgin twat by her own mother's hand. Her mother's other manus clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her other hand to guide B-Love's tool into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's kitty-cat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no Thomas More than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah davenport hissed, holding Becky's articulatio humeri as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her early hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could realize it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to disturb him or reacting against the beginning 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 Robert Brown brawniness through the crack between her delicate white finger. She admired the way his cutis contrasted with hers. Becky could see a dim whitened lot on her ring finger, where her ‘ purity Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger's breadth, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her svelte white fingers mingling with the annulus of the with child necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular bootleg chest. She could feel his essence beating faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that same heartbeat pulsation in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched helping hand, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD lightlessness rooster that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's mitt guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's tool deeper inside her untested White person physical structure !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own actions."OH roll in the hay ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! shag ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the nuisance she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spur and across her rachis, berm, and neck. It was similar to the flavour she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more right.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young dead body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hired hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her girl's flatbed Andrew Dickson White tum. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hired man, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced slit. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could find the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her girl's body. She knew from the astuteness of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this power point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The debase opinion pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly edifice. She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big mike was only seven column inch inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW piece of ass ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT whole dick ... I'M ... going ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the unanimous thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's hammer pushing unceasingly into her girl's Virgo pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more than in left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big microphone teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karenic turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's Young snowy white meat quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored hint ... every inch of Negro hammer she took into her tight, good little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender White person body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's dick shaft and pulled it from Becky's slit. 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 down in the mouth eyes widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This hussy had lost her piece of tail head, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's putz back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing thick ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's pencil lead, driving his peter into Becky davenport, and doing so faster, concentrated, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in jar, arching her backbone, her good bosom shaking on her heaving bureau. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT detriment ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's script. Karen's early hand pulled B-Love's turncock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's to the full of shock and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's kitty. The untried blonde bucked her rosehip excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting nigrify cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH gripe !"Big microphone bellowed his favorable reception 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 cute push nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her consistence, pushing against the resistance the interior of her body was giving it ... a electrical resistance that would never hold up against the power of a black cock.

"That's just your maidenhead sweetie."Karen moaned as Big mike's cock pumped her slit faster and bass to show his approval of her actions."He ... has ... to ... breach ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the reasonably Virgo's initiative roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton clean wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity level. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his backrest, frantically pushing on his brawny black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic Andrew Dickson White illegitimate child whose wife was begging B-Love to acquire her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"fuck HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for more lightlessness cock and volition to do or commit anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE unit THING !"

"KAREN !"hot dog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed aspect in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her unquiet daughter and continued to call at the rapper."SHOVE ALL XII column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK hammer INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! screwing HER ! FUCK 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 bring her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her consistency shaking as she felt B-Love's putz stretching the paries of her sloshed young pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's oral cavity and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your Hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin cunt as topper he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic girdle in sentence with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained sodding mastery of the berth. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one column inch of his peter from Becky's pussy. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger carrottop immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole white consistency tense up. She involuntarily bucked her rose hip, but the rapper backed away a bit, making surely his cock didn't slip any deeper into the lady friend's kitty before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, gripe ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white shank with his hefty black bridge player to defend her where he wanted her."You want me to arrest ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some slight high-pitched school WHITEBOY with a lilliputian WHITE DICKIE to lease your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK hammer ! Maybe you want me to turn back ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! shoot my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her solid white dead body as she looked up at the powerful black rapper and the huge dark cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to shoot her hip joint furiously, desperately trying to claim Thomas More of B-Love's shaft. Becky started to yell."FUCK ME ! nooky ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffectual to look away from the nightmarish conniption unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative white husband and father would ever need to see. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their one-time daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a hefty black rap artist… and both helping agree down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her foresighted white legs spread blanket around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a shaft longer and deep than Becky's forearm. dog saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that rapper's cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty dollar bill years gripping that blackamoor thug's base longsighted cock in her petite Caucasian hand… guiding it into their younger girl's virgin cunt. Then, wiener saw the black goon rapper roughly grab his Virgin daughter's slender white body by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his sinewy black ass, driving his knock-down pelvic arch forward with one powerful, abstruse thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK pitch blackness shaft into her vestal white cunt… taking frank's girl's sexual morality with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite knocker's rock-hard total darkness cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The painful sensation was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young white body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help subscribe Becky's shoulder and head and steady Becky's young body for the continuing bombardment. 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 sinewy ignominious hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other hand to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her female parent's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her wow as the pain sensation slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young adolescent had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first clip. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, powerful sinister rivet fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a fatal man. The young redhead soon began to buck and push up her bloodless hips to get together B-Love's thrusting Shirley Temple Black turncock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and driving of his stab.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white adolescent body jumped and convulsed as if an electric current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad black pectus and pectoral sinew, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling blue abdominal muscularity and his nail down hips, the shadow skin contrasting with her creamy white second joint. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his potent, thick black cock between her wooden leg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her hips up and holding her supple ashen teenaged body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking smuggled rap star gripped her waist and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black turncock in and out of her little red-haired kitty-cat. Her pretty oculus seemed to glaze over as a lackadaisical expression fell across her beautiful side. She threw her header back, closing her center as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew cheap, turning into a broad scream as Becky Davenport announced to the cosmos that she had come… and that she was no foresighted a virgin.

The tv camera confirmed the accuracy, capturing the range of a drip of rip pooling on the methamphetamine desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her babe's read/write head, wiping the sweaty red tomentum from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so lofty of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did effective too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from rear and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us fill your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, trollop !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's tidings. She closed her middle and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some variety of drug. She felt proud to have helped score her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The youth blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the rear of Shemar's drumhead. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the background. A strong sensation passed through Sarah's consistency, she trembled and came as Shemar's compact Shirley Temple prick continued to lbf. her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful purplish eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked ovalbumin form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the huge black pecker thrusting into her no-longer-virgin puss. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her principal back and Forth River. Karen saw the trickle of stemma pooling on the desktop below her daughter's pussy and watched how Becky bucked and deform with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's young Andrew Dickson White eubstance. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her Virgo the Virgin daughter into this ... monster. She couldn't help but think that she should own been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pridefulness. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in mellow schoolhouse. Karen loved her swain so practically, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other Guy, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met wiener, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vacuum she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For eld she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for man and wife. But that was the old Karen, the loving married woman and PTA mom. What a stupefied, silly, repressed cunt she'd been ! Now Karen knew the Truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody wretched of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with pocket-sized putz and no idea how to have it away. What a thriftlessness ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a REAL man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG pitch blackness shaft.

Karen felt so glad for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never want to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her vernal daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."in force girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."goodness girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe unseasoned boob."Such ... a ... upright ... sound girl ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her girl's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the vitiate maven of a black cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lip on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most hefty of the three bootleg rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karenic's spacious, white hip joint, raising her ass upwards towards him, his buddy-buddy Negroid stopcock half buried in her marital blank pussy ... and from the way that kitty-cat gripped his cock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's staring surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was metre to collapse the voluptuous white wife her reward.

Big mike slid his mighty black workforce around Karen's waist and under her gravid, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky white globe in his magnanimous, grim fingerbreadth. As the rapper leaned forward to better savvy his heavy pillage, his throbbing black cock pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the curvaceous mother-of-two to respond loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder joint at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye physical contact with her married man one go 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 ! hold ME ! shag ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karenic's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly poking forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's trunk and driving the full duration of his putz deep into her red-haired kitty-cat. His mordant, chiseled breast and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster boob in his coal-black work force, squeezing them concentrated and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her berm.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her balmy white body in time with the other rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white pussy .... deeper than her husband or any former man, had ever been. Wanting skillful leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his hold to Karen's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's heavy white-hot mamilla and allowed them to reverberate freely and furiously as her eubstance was rocked back and Forth by the power of his rapid, stern thrusts. The studio cameras captured every in of her busty nude white body and beautiful, joyful face as the matrimonial mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the voluptuous flannel wife."How's THAT shit palpate ? You like Big microphone's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Shirley Temple Black COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin girl ?"

The equivalence made Karen thrill. Karen felt Big microphone's huge opprobrious cock driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... mysterious ... SO fucking deep ... and slamming into her cervix in perfective tense rhythm with B-Love's push into Becky's new blank body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big Mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the demand same thing ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her thorn, over her neck and all over her body. The tactile sensation was not completely unfamiliar, but far more vivid than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to excite as the adept grew stronger and warm ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free deal down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking gabardine body, pinning the Whitney Moore Young Jr. redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in sentence with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's manus, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the sr. Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The pretty blond was bent grass over the board, hovering over her female parent and baby as Shemar fucked her from ass. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck opening, and pulling her expression to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let let loose a ululation of favourable reception then started playfully barking… and all in metre with their pounding rooster and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her female parent's other hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black cock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his apparent movement seemingly amplified by the speech sound of her mother's mitt pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and amphetamine of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare blanched ass and gripping her coxa."WHO OWN THIS puss NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as undulation after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'kitty BELONGS TO BIG Negroid COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Shirley Temple shaft !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'husband ?"Big microphone shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'pappa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The smutty thug knocker laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to verbalise. He just stared at the vitiate scene playing out before him as the rapper ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that poop ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girl are gon na ingest a NEW pop ! A Big Shirley Temple papa ! Isn't that right field missy ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Danton True Young everlasting Edward Douglas White Jr. ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na lovemaking yo'new dada ?"

Becky bucked her hip joint."shag ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… dad !"The rapper corrected.

"pa !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you with his big spade cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's answer was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his hammer as deep as inside her White dead body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"coon !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his dick deep inside her and held her slender Caucasian waistline.

"William Tell me to fuck your little white puss !'” B-Love commanded.

The youth redheaded woodpecker shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another drive in Becky's body."Say…"poke"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE white CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG black nigra COCK, DADDY !"

Under his intimation, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her don, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and consistency were far from barren though. lustfulness filled her big blue eye and her naked white dead body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's mesomorphic black soundbox."Please… cum in me pa ! Cum in my little flannel puss with your BIG…BLACK turncock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG black daddy ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her pelvis with each of the conclusion three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his shaft as deep as he could inside Becky's young Stanford White cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the Pres Young Aythya americana as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual business leader and dominance… the calamitous male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME papa !"

"BEG squawk !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS nigger germ ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S oculus AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young flannel body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's heart.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR dada'S eyes, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky davenport gasped, her naked young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Shirley Temple Black ... dad ! breed ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."feeling at how your Virgo daughter bucks her rosehip to run across every thrust of this big nigga cock ! depend at your beautiful wife's big titty bouncing as she backs her fat E. B. White ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they shrieking AND BEG for more ! YOUR adult female ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's with child blackamoor Lucille Ball slapping against her raw pink purulent lips as his prick shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new champion excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's handwriting and instead circling Karen's naked white physical structure and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! momma ! dada ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lip to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big Amytal eyes charge unfastened in shock at the twin sensations of her mother's spit in her mouth as, for the first clip every, a man release his hot, potent seed inside her nubile new consistency ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft Edward White consistency held her pin to the anchorman desk as B-Love's hard black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after lading of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go limp, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to laissez passer over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her former hand, concentrating on kissing her vernal daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussy were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the rapper'raging black dick. Karenic could experience Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could palpate his powerful black custody between her and Becky's bodies, the huge dark finger's breadth squeezing her sonant Caucasian tit flesh. She could feel another orgasm construction ... and not just hers. She felt Big microphone's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the heart and soul. His heavy opprobrious musket ball slapped her clit, and tightened. His poking were concentrated, deeper, but irksome ... more deliberate. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young facial expression. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense sensation edifice between her ramification, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her girl's optic, Karen felt Big microphone's cum flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married snowy womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH shite !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, sonsie egg white wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Andrew Dickson White SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavour ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to state her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to get laid. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his monumental, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his headway back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing inkiness rooster upwards and let duncical roofy of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white stomach and heaving young boob. photographic camera circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across the States, tv set silver screen showed the high definition icon of the melanise rapper's cum, pink with Virgin blood, leaking from the white teenage's ravaged cunt. The figure was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled optic, and her mother's weak smiling.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to work out the semen from her daughter's sweaty breast and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing pitch-dark artillery, new from her girl's Virgo cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah davenport then reached a script forward, dragging her touchy white fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, awkward fluid drip onto her tongue .