E & I EXCLUSIVE - contribution ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK phallus ...

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The information processing system screen flickered to liveliness with the image of a blazing sun. A belittled caption appeared in the let down left corner of the blind :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : total darkness Phallus / recording label : E & I disk ”.

There is no music at first, just the casual pluck of a lonely guitar string. The icon whites-out then refocuses on a route in the desert. A car drives down the route, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine splutter and it pulls off to the face of the road. The television camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a Stanford White sept. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty gabardine girl. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 participant. An strong-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The lady friend looks up from her booklet and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't looking happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hoodlum. marauder circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his caput. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The girl sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high up school graduate rolls her middle, but then she looks down at her MP3 role player, then at her cellular phone telephone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone telephone number.

The photographic camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the girl's mitt taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cellular phone. Mom looks at the telephone and sees"THE wrecker"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her foreland. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her Fatherhood. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a sens, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the earpiece and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling piranha again. The sept now has all the car doorway open, and are all sudation. The married man has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white skeleton. The married woman sits beside him, various blouse push button undone, and sports fan herself with a magazine. The cowling 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 large pick-up hand truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parks in strawman of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab threshold, labeled"Elwyn Brooks White KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large lightlessness mechanic gets out. The euphony for the picture finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap measure, the Saame one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the conniption. The total darkness mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some escaped agree blue jean and a wet tee. The girl watches him take the air toward the category car and smiling. daughter slowly rolls off the car lens hood as her founder and mother get out of the car to greet the shop mechanic. The married man opens the hood and attempt to probe the engine again, but the towering Black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his blank space in battlefront of the car.

The mechanic glance over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud poker smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner segmentation of her ample breasts and her Bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much cutis she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her articulatio humeri at the auto-mechanic and bites her broken lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own vapid midsection. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her sozzled little ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny short, over her flatbed tan belly, her firm sweaty knocker, pouting lips, and ice spicy eyes. The stud makes eye inter-group communication with the girl, making for certain she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the 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 sure to constitute a span of extra significative knife thrust as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The girl giggles. Dad is woefully unmindful to all of this.

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

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

The shop mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his night, brawny torso, rippling with muscularity. Mom's big blue eyes widen. girl licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the car-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The married man looks down at the mechanic's sac and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The automobile mechanic looks the locomotive over and judder his head, then walks to the cover of his motortruck and begins to control his hook and windlass. The mechanic crimp down and attaches the hook shot to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his mordant skin refulgence in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic manner of walking back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with wide-cut oculus and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* speech sound. The husband jumping in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the disgraceful 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 grease monkey violently yanks his belt off, his baggy bloomers fall down a few inches, just enough so that any spectator of the music telecasting would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The tv camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, eyes all-encompassing, trounce dropped… obviously seeing the machinist's cock. The camera returns to the previous tv camera Angle within a second, and the shop mechanic is pulling up his pants. The hubby, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ movement you been mistreated
YA'telephone call THE tow car"

The machinist twist down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the euphony video. The auto-mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then movement for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger doorway for the class, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the terrace tush, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push up into the tooshie. succeeding, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take maintenance of himself. The auto-mechanic then walks around the battlefront of his hand truck and rise up into the driver's seat, but as his massive black frame 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 mechanic's lap. Seeking to avert an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and ca-ca room for the daughter. The wife declines the offering, and before the husband can take a firm stand, it's too former. The girl hops into the grease monkey's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad bosom mere inch from the machinist's broad Black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black torso. The machinist starts the truck and begins to beat back as the white-hot teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the pitch-dark automobile mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his forefront left and ripe, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can force back. The daughter continues to squirm in the shop mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a mesomorphic arm around her articulatio humeri from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his all-inclusive fateful shoulder. The mechanic glances downward, getting a boo's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample Patrick White cleavage. The mechanic seems to have fuss steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's slope 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 teenager in his lap and the fairly white wife sitting following to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the automobile mechanic slams the bracken. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the device driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the mob's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to force safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might take place if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black-market stranger. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange querulous looks, the husband glances again at the machinist and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The married man furrows his brow in headache, and the wife smiles at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their girl. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the hand truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the married man pats his position on the motortruck's bench hindquarters, indicating the married woman should dart over and urinate way for their daughter to get out of the machinist's lap.

"So if you just cabbage up your hood,
I can fix you existent good."

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's ass, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the center of the bench seat. The mechanic Begin to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large rear window of the truck cab. A interest expression creeps across the married man's face as he sees that in maliciousness of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very rough ride in the towed household car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is mindful of the number. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the shop mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the auto-mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's boldness shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck device driver's care. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the terrace and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his tail end, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the doomed spectacle, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, shouting, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a ass on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to catch one's breath a sigh of relief until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At low, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to preserve her back. The hubby sees his wife looking at him from the truck's back end windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to point him, but their daughter catch her deal and military force them down, under the truck's rear windowpane, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a unusual loathly grin is on her typeface. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the car-mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his married woman shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the machinist and holder 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 wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The auto-mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to cut violently again. The married man, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the parole"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and wafture at her father. She then control her hands up, palms facing one another, about a ft apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her oral cavity, making a ‘ cock sucking gesture'! The husband doesn't quite translate and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear window of the motortruck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their girl shoves her female parent out of the way, clambering back toward the mordant automobile mechanic. As the girl does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and pantie ! The father ticker, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in figurehead of the device driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to veer violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's garden pink bikini top fluttering out the hand truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to dissent what he is helpless to stop. He sees his fairly tweed wife looking at him from the rear window of the hand truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her blanch blue eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her girl's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white paw, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smiling at him one last clip, blowing him a kiss with one hand and wafture goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the motortruck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the crime syndicate car which drops to the highway at seventy mile an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe full stop as he watches the saboteur drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the motto ..."foretell the tow truck !"

Again, the legend appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : inkiness Phallus / Label : E & I criminal record ”.

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

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a flyspeck 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 reckoner screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her better friend Lauren, Becky was XVIII and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with retentive red fuzz, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the span of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… denotative !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her fellowship was very spiritual. Becky's founder was a very buttoned-down man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her aged sister Sarah had been raised with materialistic Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use befoul terminology, enjoy ‘ inappropriate amusement'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these prescript with no trouble. Becky however, was a bit malcontent and considered to be the ‘ waste child'of the family. Her parents had mysterious concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with scores of male child.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the former circus tent worn by her peer. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of fourth dimension. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the numeral of son who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no superficial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a honour annulus, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would remain a Virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as groundless as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild bar that Becky did sustain, secretly, was her tasting in music. Becky loved rap euphony, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"Black genus Phallus ”. The songs were good, though moderately risque. Becky began looking for more than of the songs on the cyberspace, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn website for some reasonableness. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locating. black phallus CD's seemed unsufferable to feel in topical anesthetic music stores, so Becky had to build do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at schooling were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at 1st, she found them amusing ... and the hard rhythm and beats made her lack to trip the light fantastic toe. What she didn't mention to her curious champion was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a black Phallus song to achieve the secure climax. Thomas More and more, she wanted to take heed their music and see about their radical ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The rumor about their songs being based on existent events."Lauren said casually."A mom and daughter together ! Can you imagine what variety of guy would draw that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"144 !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her eye."So inkiness phallus is going to come out LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't honorable 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 mathematical group and didn't reference that she'd probably be meeting them ! Maybe she can get their autograph for you !"

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and mouth about their medicine being so popular in the golf-club, but like how they can't get the photo they need to hit it big because of racial discrimination and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on tv set for a ‘ exist no-holds barred, undivided consultation and appearance America and the rest of the populace what Negro Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their situation says the consultation will be resilient and uncensored, and there's some sort of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of sight. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming video matter 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 bear a credit add-in, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap mathematical group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

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

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how a good deal blue the lightlessness member euphony picture could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black person penis might make their music videos. The cerebration of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to flush, her aspect turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ fantastic ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex parties that the knocker supposedly threw on enlistment, or in recording studio, or on the film set of their medicine telecasting, or onstage at concerts in forepart of crowd together clubs. They were just silly stories, neither fille completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her cerebration were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could get over to my plaza that dark, slumber over and view the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes ? What do you believe ?"

Becky smiled at her compass ally."I ... I think I should call my sister !"

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

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In the two class since her college gradation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young charwoman in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the good deal communicating theater, and immediately found employment with a cable news show 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 individual with Thomas More experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executive director had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a grampus figure, flawless white skin color, dazzling grin, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick good deal of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a sort of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 number, and her sexy turnout, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment word news report. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a yr of her showtime appearing on television, Jessica McFarland was a house gens. Before long, her film graced the covert of oodles of mag, and she received many lucrative fling for modelling and advertising workplace. While Jessica loved the aid, she was disappointed that it seemed to concentrate so a lot on her appearance. Money and exposure were plus, but Jessica didn't want to act or simulate, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her vernal image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the metier, including her own network, seemed only to see a moderately face who reported on visible radiation, fluffy, entertainment newsworthiness. On top of that, in venom of the fact that her bearing had increased the mesh's rating ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted Thomas More money, she could take the various modeling 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 renewal at the end of one twelvemonth, Jessica tried to negotiate for More money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth consultation, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The mesh however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and attempt greener pasture, she didn't dare leave the net without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was quicksilver and had a short-run memory. With her married man Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the estimation of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a touch network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the Host of a news program program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In increase to a hefty new earnings, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the independent anchor of a display would gift Jessica the opportunity to nominate storey ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment image. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news computer program, but nonentity at the web would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the entirely network was dedicated to covering the entertainment diligence. There was footling risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could severalize that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the go from KNEN, Martin Luther King Jr. Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the mass medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an consultation often neglected by the word media… minority and youth grocery. To appeal to this hearing, KNEN combined unplayful electric current matter reporting with an jumpy vernal image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that simulacrum. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that Joseph Black males seemed to comprise the legal age of the principal executive director stave. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh yield and bottled Caribbean spring urine in her medical dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The solely thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, he-goat seemed less and less concern in making making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

he-goat McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled water in his position, but unlike his wife, billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making to a greater extent money, and that the work would be ‘ easygoing'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many blacks ! billy club had always thought of black as lazy, and his employees were no exclusion. He tried to soothe himself with the fact that he was their executive program, but whenever he tried to delegate job to his stave, he was ignored. Because of this, he-goat was tied to his desk day after day, often working deep nights, doing the piece of work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to quetch to his supervisory program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to state Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, poor, and exhausted. To produce topic worse, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every Night, and Billy's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demand. He hadn't been able to defecate honey to his Whitney Moore Young Jr., sexy wife Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. nightstick knew that he was the only when 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 married man's sudden lack of interest in her consistency ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as tidal bore as she was for their sex life to return to formula, she didn't have time to line up out what the problem was. There were other matters on her psyche. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black Phallus ”.

"Black member"was incredibly hot on the nightclub circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on idiot box because the grouping's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly strange for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Black Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the chemical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on idiot box, on one of the cable length music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that trouncing, Black person Phallus refused to permit any distribution channel to air their television unless they were uncensored. The music TV canal refused to air the picture without some edits for denotative depicted object, and thus, the other blackamoor Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own site, with the elision of"The Wrecker ”, the picture that had aired ( in censored human body ) on television.

In nastiness of all the tilt and unavailability of their music, the mathematical group had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to take an wallop on popular culture. Thus every clip, television broadcast, and news net remotely connected with the amusement industriousness wanted an interview, yet cipher could ever look to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the out of the question. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the chemical group had been reached after hebdomad of all-inclusive, secret negotiations with KNEN executive. The talks were so clandestine that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to find out that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three twenty-four hour period to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her beginning, proficient probability to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As rouse as this prognosis was, Jessica felt incredibly neural about the interview. Aside from this being her first major ‘ newsworthiness'audience, she'd had very lilliputian time to do any research on the grouping. info was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and video, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the yielding and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The electronic network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap grouping, a live studio performance, and the right to record any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In telephone exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a all ‘ ground clock time'eventide to"blackness member ”, whether or not the unit of the eve was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any form on the audience, nor on the music TV. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio apartment's equipment, so that practically of the rule KNEN studio crew would not be submit. What was more, due to the controversial and incendiary nature of some of their language and political eyeshot, the mathematical group insisted on spare protection bill, including security control of the studio apartment for phallus of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their closely schedule. This net circumstance had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to organize for her audience. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news network, KNEN was in a positioning to meet the grouping's requirement. The John Roy Major sticking peak the network had supposedly had was the security review issue. To avoid any potential FCC obscenity violations and publication, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually expressed nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen eld of age, and some former viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members plane section of KNEN's site, and Black genus Phallus's web site, with the Saame obscenity word of advice. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial radical an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the annul FCC fines, they risked millions of clam worth of cause and sponsor losings. In malice of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risk of exposure involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the audience was set up.

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

The the true was that both Black Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon King's ebony tree & pearl Enterprises, Inc. To help veil this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the only consultation that Black person genus Phallus would be capable to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business organization, all with one John Major agendum, the sexual dominance of black men over white cleaning woman. For the almost part, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their advancement of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's physique and sexual ability.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable intimate arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy's water. This was received operating process. Over the years E & I had used these chemical to quietly conquer somebody charwoman and even hale stage business, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other textile to shape up E & I's agenda. For certificate use, none of the apparently ‘ legalise'patronage that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with thousand of employees, many of whom had no approximation who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The sole connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon male monarch. This way, all of the commercial enterprise could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

total darkness Phallus's phonograph record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's schedule by releasing sexually denotative rap music, with mixed themes. The programme was that the angry Pres Young black male and rebellious white spring chicken that listened to rap music would hear this substance over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to conceive every word of it. Black males would suit more sexually fast-growing, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with egg white cleaning woman. Caucasian males would commence to see black Male as intimate superiors, and palpate embarrassed about their sexual inadequateness and small penises. White young lady who heard the music would begin to see white Male as undeserving and bootleg male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Negro phallus was the backbone of the Ingredient X recording label. The chemical group was comprised of chemically enhanced nigrify men, persona of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate power of black-market men, and subverting white manful sexuality. The philosophical system that the group advocated was that disastrous men were the sexual alpha males of the human being race. As such, black male person had the right hand to have sex and breed any fair sex, every woman, they wanted… even married women, and especially albumen women. What better way to try their claim than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on television ? So it was that Black Phallus's first single interview would be granted to fellow E & I subordinate, KNEN, and its sensation reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah davenport smiled as she poked her capitulum around her honcho 's open office doorway ; `` I have those unedited transcript of the"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"CD and music video you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

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

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal help. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a coup d'oeil, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing wickedness colors, buttoned-up catch, and a rather unfashionable way of deoxyephedrine. Although she might accept behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and pattern were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attention a irregular thought though, as she was very buttoned-down and engaged to be married. She was variety of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a bent for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on start public figure terms, though Sarah thought it important to look up to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything to a lesser extent might cave Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very patriotic to Jessica, and wanted to pretend sure she never harmed Jessica's calling that way. Sarah took a tail and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephony conversation.

'' Yes ... yes that will be fine."Jessica spoke into the phone,"Just so you understand, I wo n't be here myself, I 'm in a meeting for the remainder 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 young helper.

"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 lot in your job with the reckoner ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in foiling for much of the day. It was odd to heed to her. Sarah was a spiritual young woman and never swore. She never used the noble's gens in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sighs, groan, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for person who was understanding and appreciative of their help 's problems."I 'm sure I can resolve it on my own. I don't like calling tech sustenance ... those big guy wire messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll make time to work it while you're at your encounter ... which reminds me ... is n't it about metre for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black person penis is tomorrow Nox ? Some of their representatives are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal tending by a valued employee, and not some houseman. ``

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

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

'' I 'm distressing Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be unmanageable ... it 's just ... that grouping. They have a report ... I'm a picayune distressed about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her supporter 's deal. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave nerve, ostentate them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of jounce value hoopla and icon anyway. It 's alright, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to learn transcript 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 consultation though !"

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

The story about pitch blackness Phallus's limited handiness was a intermixture made up by E & I. The real rationality that Jessica was being limited to two days of research clock time was a security system precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to cause for sure there was petty or no chance for her to feel a connexion between her own employer, and the controversial rap mathematical group.

"It's still not a lot of clip,"Sarah added."Have you listened to any of their so-called euphony 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 ... strain ... came up. It was obscene ! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what would our father say if he knew she liked music like that ?"

Jessica knew that Sarah was very medium about vulgarity and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger babe grew up in the Saame household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your Sister actually liked their music ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by error, but she called me the former night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night ! As if I would be a political party to her listening to that nastiness ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her front-runner music group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting hood and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so sad Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the finespun negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can suffer a VIP Guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be extra compressed when these bozo are here, and the group will cause their own security measure as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black member allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the entirely broadcast. In fact, the whole program will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercial message, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The electronic network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on television camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disavowal in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored idiot box broadcast would give way these guys the consummate chance to arrange a very visible stunt. The chief assured me that I won't be in any real peril, so they asked me to represent along for as tenacious as I could. ``

Like the reports about Shirley Temple Black penis's limited availability, the composition about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover song story. 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 program, with strong disclaimer, would permit them to broadcast sexually denotative euphony telecasting, unloose of FCC intervention. Of course, it would leave them to beam any sexually explicit depicted object ... not just from the music telecasting, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any very well they levied would easily be paid by video gross sales of that very programme !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to persist simmer down."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first 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 virtuoso newsperson, the network is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, felicitous to change the subject from those awful lightlessness doorknocker to her recent date."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the doughnut to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the mob. It was not a distinctive engagement band. It was a bedaze family heirloom in Au, platinum, and rhombus. The atomic number 78 band was etched and inlaid with a soft gold pattern. This delicate blueprint had been the suit of the ring 's protracted jibe adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's class ?"

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

'' He must have intercourse you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so Nice to see a sweet-smelling girlfriend so in love with a prissy man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

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

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her beliefs. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four eld, since college. The one and exclusively metre 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 resolve for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few more hand-jobs since their involvement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the cancel sexual urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only opine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business organisation trip to Europe for a few calendar month. She would throw hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's despairing horniness had only become worse since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding Night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been unmanageable for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be defective for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my soundbox is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The exclusively rationality Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some written document for her get together.

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her Bos, furrowing her hilltop 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 recent ‘ trouble ’. 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."Nothing ! I shouldn't have said anything."

"Is something awry ?"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 meeting could run a slight long. I might not even be back in the place today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the subject field she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a root of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret chemise. She wasn't about to occupy that risk again.

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

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

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close up, 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 to anchor a intelligence political program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…

Of path ... affair weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to baton's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virtuous helper, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems were caused by the Saame thing ... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.

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Sarah was in her small position, next to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to cultivate, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computing device when there was a knock at her threshold.

Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very muscular, very contraband valet de chambre towering in front of her. One wore a black case, the former was wearing a silky smutty shirt and loose-fitting pants outfit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange Sir Ernst Boris Chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assist but determine both of the men very handsome. In summation to their tallness, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm up, chocolate Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright honey oil eyes darting from one shadow face to the other. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his oculus hidden by the stylized dark glasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an ill at ease muteness until the man in the suit finally spoke.

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

"YES ! right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own foreign demeanour. She suddenly felt that conversant lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the shoemaker's last couple of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to gather her opinion. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny white hand in his giant Shirley Temple Black palm. 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 glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to bet at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's hired man. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong finger while he continued silently admiring her engagement annulus ... Sarah was hesitating to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the hulk man holding her bridge player. She just looked at him ... looking at her doughnut ... The three were soundless for respective second gear before Sarah worked up the heart to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring elephantine holding her hand.

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

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

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

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

"We need to audit your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make for sure everything you have is compatible with Negroid Phallus's needs, for tomorrow nighttime's studio apartment performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her crushed lip gently ... Her middle were glued to the lacuna black crystalline lens on the blank black face of the second man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a with child piece of gear that I need you to help me try out tonight. It could take much of the Nox, but I trust I can look on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a spell, still staring into the highly pensive lenses of the second base man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her soft Caucasian features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine blackness characteristic."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help oneself you in any way that I can."

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

That threshold was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black Phallus"videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking by Sarah's office door, and heard the unmistakable audio of her young assistant moaning and curse, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head teacher and smiled at her supporter's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having trouble with her data processor and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hello, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to take a chance picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that good afternoon. She'd come in too come together to talking about her husband's very personal job !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene epoch insufficiency again, but she couldn't help it. It had been calendar month since the two of them were familiar, and researching lightlessness genus Phallus's sexually explicit lyric poem had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in faint term seemed to make her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able-bodied to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing baton stress, but he wouldn't assure her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't funfair. he-goat was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her spousal relationship out of her caput and started to thumb through some of the inquiry as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the door close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another screaming of pleasure erupted from Sarah davenport's berth !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's room access, she would bear been shocked by the sight. The office was a mess. report had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in berth of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked flock of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Jesus Christ shtup Good Shepherd ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive Negro stopcock pushing profoundly and deeper into her recently vestal white kitty-cat. She would ingest been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Loretta Young, virgin bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her middling white typeface. Her beautiful white torso, normally so-carefully covered by her conservativist clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white hide to glint like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked white physical structure was out to over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his put up black cock between Sarah's wide, soft, clean titty. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her flaccid bloodless pulp to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen Negro cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose public figure Sarah still didn't know ) had his big fatal hands on her tiny tweed waste material, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after in of his massive black cock into the pretty Elwyn Brooks White assistant.

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

"OH DEAR nookie GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Jesus Christ ... FUCK ME ... fucking ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to apprise in the last-place few hours ...

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

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The Black person laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless macho-man asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor slow whiteboy been waiting to make love THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING rightfulness NOW WITH MY BIG coon turncock ?

"Four ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating E. B. White slut.

"Four twelvemonth WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the pitch-black in the sunglasses increased the stride of his driving force."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the blacks laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling howler of orgasm. She had waited XXIV years to return herself to the man she would marry. Her groom-to-be had waited four years to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four transactions !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big inkiness tool bottomed-out in her neck ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a virgin ... saved ... myself for ... 20 ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the Negroid fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... disastrous ... cock !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the Black screw her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that darn ! !"

"OH shtup YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiacal approximation she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK turncock ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unidentified opprobrious he-man fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her rima oris and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first base thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her jolly Caucasian cheek. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, potent cum into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

"Help us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more black-market cock ... starting tonight !"

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

"commodity girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet T. H. White pussy. You might desire to clean this room up a minuscule bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two inglorious rivet threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a hour before she rose on weak wooden leg and surveyed the chaos of her function. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sis's smiling look. She thought about how Becky was so do-or-die to meet the total darkness Phallus rapper. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next dark. Then she thought about what would encounter to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the radical had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that nighttime, they didn't want anything to take chances disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new protagonist'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sis into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her baby.

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sis. aspect, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just issue forth right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a Virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about black 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 tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to email you my credit card telephone number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a here and now longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some Negroid tool."Becky ... make sure you keep your phone on you that Night. Maybe I can set something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been domicile for 2 minute, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on orbiter, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take advantage of the time alone by trying to get his turncock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an minute, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network tv set. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a minuscule strip teaser for him, slowly taking off her business organisation dress and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the boldness and giving his pecker a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's OK honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a passing shirt and drop-off, then left the sleeping accommodation. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex sprightliness and marriage, she could work on her consultation interrogation and research. Jessica went to her base office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her question, in font she needed to paraphrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music telecasting. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as advantageously she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the runway that were on her music DVDR. She could hop the those tracks and view their video later, thus saving a little clock time ... and saving her the bother of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ foulness ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a brace of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to consume line on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some lyrics from some of the strain, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every undivided Sung dynasty on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only cancel"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about nigrify men having sex with white women, all kind of Caucasian charwoman ; younger, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner annotation. The group contended that all of the Sung dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly scandalize claim, considering the account told in some of the Song, particularly the some of the stories that the song told.

This outset call was called"size doe thing ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOES issue !"It was about all the stereotype of Black men and abnormally prominent penises. The strain underscored the whole doctrine of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the call as the perpetuation of a farcical myth.

"Reparations"was about a fatal history projection in a college class, where Theodore Harold White pupil had to become ‘ slaves'for black bookman for two weeks. The ovalbumin female person student end up becoming sex hard worker for total darkness men, while the whitened male scholarly person were forced to learn. At first gear, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the steep taradiddle continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political sarcasm about subspecies relations and the awe that many White have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy punk ?

As Jessica continued listening to the horrid stories the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to acquire on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial sarcasm, and that the ‘ avowedly story'title were just office of the act, made to generate arguing and word-of-mouth. That was why the Song were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to recover his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this strain as a comment on the preconception concern that white people have of aliveness in the same region with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High School that has to conform to an influx of African American students when an inner urban center school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of educatee to instructor will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want lightlessness in their mostly Patrick White school. The birdsong goes on to describe how the pitch blackness male seniors seduce all the white little girl and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist veneration and social comment on white flight of stairs from the interior city.

"Big party boss Man"told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his disastrous boss home for home-cooked epicurean dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy T. H. White wife, he tells the couple that he'll establish her husband the promotional material, if she lets him bed her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The jumbo inglorious man fucks the white married woman on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or solve the table first. The next calendar week, the boss gives the promotion to another bootleg man ... whom the livid wife also happily agrees to lie with ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to cease plausive action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory saturnalia for the smuggled basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the touch schooltime's team ! Jessica had never liked jockstrap and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smiling at the melodic theme of the dumb athletic supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite respectable. The grievous bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her body, making her want to trip the light fantastic toe, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 musician and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chairwoman and move around the room.

Jessica let the steady, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long metre since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little arouse. The language still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyric barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the freshwater bass coursing through her organic structure. She barely noticed the more lurid shade the Song dynasty began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next Sung dynasty was featured as one of her music TV, and that she'd wanted to hop it.

'' Nigga In The Wood big money '', the next track, was an even more humorous Sung dynasty than the previous ones. Using music samples from the old sappy love Sung dynasty,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the news report about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first child. When the baby is born, its pitch-black, and the married man discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a blackness man !

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

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

"Hot Edward White mummy"was about the plight of a"sweet Young blanched wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to assume a shameful devotee !

"The diversionist"is about a fellowship on vacation when their car geological fault down. A nigrify 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 dilapidated car.

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racialist white college girl who is angry that her parents'married couple is ending because of her mother's affair with a black man. The Black person man moves into the firm and has to insist his assurance over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The family"told the narrative of a pitch-dark drifter who is taken in by a good Christian cautious family, and how within a hebdomad he seduced both of the family's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the Father of the Church is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The concluding track was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to hop it. The song underscored the ism of black manlike sexual high quality and strength, from the angle of ‘ instinctive selection ’. Black men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ lifelike'rightfulness to multiply any charwoman they wanted. The song contended that late down, every cleaning woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially whiteness women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by Black person men. It was ‘ only cancel ’.

By the end of the last rail, Jessica was sweating, and her integral physical structure was tingling. She realized that after hebdomad of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyric of"Black genus Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw exposed the doorway to her function and went to her bedroom. billy club was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her mitt down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back crying. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her nous was swimming with confusion…and lecherousness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the medicine TV on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"Andrew D. White Wedding, Blacked St. Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computing device and sat down at her desk to watch the television. Within seconds, the large hammering of the bass coursed through her physical structure, again igniting a fire that no frigidity exhibitioner was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the cover as the first epitome flickered to life story. What happened next was like an out of trunk experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"Stanford White marriage ceremony, Blacked bride"music video seemed to be a series of vignette about Saint Brigid ditching their grooms on their marriage ceremony day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's marriage march, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass metre, and a distaff chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening fit showed the rappers standing on a stage like to those one would see in a striptease club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church service windowpane. The professional dancer were all young snowy women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a espousal theme. All the miss were lithe, with full moon breasts and long, lustrous fuzz. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some kind, Patrick Victor Martindale White high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lacing bustier and pantie. Another little girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panty and long, E. B. White satin gloves. A third gear young lady, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the screen background were similarly attired.

The young lady danced with the aid of 'stripper perch', alike to those scene in landing strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dingy reddish brown Robert Brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the round brown terminal, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' abstain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the camera and sang the words `` I Do ... I Do inkiness Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyrics. But as the call continued, it became plain that this video recording, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only words came from the female person refrain. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Negroid Men, And Only Shirley Temple Black Men '' !

The cover cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her bridegroom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the euphony continued, the photographic camera crack showed that the bride was in fact looking over the stableboy's articulatio humeri, at the advantageously man… a handsome, bald, fateful man ... obviously portrayed by one of the knocker. The St. Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the doorknocker 's face. The stud runs his spit over his rim slowly, the Saint Bridget nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her corsage.

The scene changes to the cheery exterior of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a exhibitioner of Rice or bird feed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limo, where the hostler gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large black-market hand reaches out, and closes the door. The bridegroom and the nuptials guests stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new Bridget. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a signboard that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Interior Department of the limo, to a closemouthed up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The tv camera pulls back to let on the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love 's bare Negro legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her read/write head curtsy up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil bounciness gently with her movement. Her head bobfloat are timed perfectly with the euphony 's beat.

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A quiver went up Jessica 's backbone when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a clamorous contempt of the origination and otherworldliness of marriage. Instead, the daring of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the stiff beat of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the CRT screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her branch, resting her handwriting on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This clock time it ended on a finish up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do total darkness Men, And Only blackness Men ''.

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This time, the mount is a boastfully and expensive looking reception Granville Stanley Hall. It 's a different marriage, with a dissimilar groom, and this clock time the Saint Bridget is the redhead. We see the St. Bridget and groom in the reception melodic line, greeting their guests. A large Shirley Temple man comes up to the bride and grin seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in impact momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his mitt on his wife's shoulder and attempt to pull her away ... but she slaps his deal, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the flooring. Then, as all the guests stare in impact, the dim stud picks up the Saint Bridget and carries her away. She tosses her corsage over his tolerant berm and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the corsage and a look around confused ... then sees another black-market scantling. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the way behind the bride and her black he-man ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Saint Bridget, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Negro Men, And Only lightlessness 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 euphony. It was such a natural response, she didn't even detect she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the following sketch begin ...

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This sketch shows this pretty white bride dancing with her stableman. A Negro stud walks up behind the stableman, staring at the pretty St. Bridget lustfully. The stud poker, never breaking his boldface stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic with the bride. The hostler seems to object at low gear, but the bride smiles at the stud poker, and gently pushes the groom away. The inglorious he-man pulls her close for the dance, we see her centre widen and coup d'oeil down ... we see the black stud smile ... There is another cut, this metre to a wide shot of the dance floor, wide-cut of dancers. We see the stableboy, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Brigid, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the threshold. There we see the beautiful Bridget, pinned against the bulwark, her huge ashen skirt hitched up around her waist, while the black studhorse thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the medicine. Now the pretty, undersexed diary keeper in the good throws of passion, so enthral 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 ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her electric chair, frantically rubbing her slit while watching the military action unfold. Her nimble Caucasian fingers probed deep and deeper into the sheep pen of her garden pink pussycat, rubbing her button methodically… staying in musical rhythm with the medicine. It was a miracle her middle even managed to quell afford and focalise on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the next ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful ovalbumin Saint Bride ditches her E. B. White ostler for some dark stud.

We see a white Saint Bride and hostler posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his Bridget a bite of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his regard, and sucks the Andrew D. White frosting off her bridegroom's finger's breadth. Then she holds up a piece of bar for the groom. As he tries to bite his bar, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black server whisks the Bridget and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the bleak kitchen faculty stare at the pair hungrily. The crack cutting to the Saint Bridget's expensive white dress lying in a down on the filthy kitchen level. The camera pans up to prove the Bridget lying across the kitchen's prep table. She wears null but a few strategically placed smears of E. B. White cake ice. She writhes in hug drug as several pair of large black hands smear more patty icing all over her milky albumen skin. The television camera circles the table as a large, half-naked grim men surround the writhing white bride and start out licking the icing off her naked body. The tv camera stops between the bride's ramification ... but the survey of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald-headed head ! She rests her white mitt, with its shining wedding party ring, on the black man's bald brain !

Another sketch shows a pretty blond, sitting at the banquet mesa with her stableboy. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new St. Brigid. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the bride on the shoulder and susurration in her ear. The Brigid's optic widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the St. Bride gets up and follows her Saint Bridget's maid out of the way, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The Bridget smiles and bend to the Bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink apparel. The Saint Brigid turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the feast room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the residence hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to amount back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the doorway behind her ! The photographic camera shows various agile cuts of hands ( pitch-black men's hands and white women's hands ) ripping the white scrubs from the Saint Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front line of a mirror. The doorway of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty-bellied. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white little girl. An tremendous protuberance rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the fertilisation room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church service, waiting for the Saint Bride so they can begin the ceremonial occasion. A beautiful woman, presumably the Brigid's mother, walk of life to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the threshold ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful white girl on her human knee ( back to the camera ) kneeling in nominal head of a black man in her full phase of the moon espousal gown ! The mother stares for a present moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and dredge her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the doorstep of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The groom holds up a digit, indicating they should expect, and that he wants to contract a shower number one. The bride Ameiurus Melas, while the groom steps into the toilet. Then there is a smash at the room access. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a gratis bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The St. Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the toilet. The black stud looks at the shut bathroom door ... and back at the St. Bridget. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful facial expression ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her frock.

The next guess was made from a suspiciously low slant, showing the groom coming out of the can, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drop curtain. The photographic camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either face of the screen door, are the bride 's stage sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's peg, blocking our view of the stableboy. He continues thrusting into the girl, in prison term with her leg bounces, and the beat of the sea bass. We ca n't see any activeness below his waistline, but he is nude his muscular mordant body shine with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Bridget. All the spell, he continues thrusting, in fourth dimension with the music 's beatnik. The bride's lily ashen hands run up over his chest, and around his articulatio humeri and neck as he dives back into action, out of the television camera shot. The ostler is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a come down thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's middle bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hired man from her panties ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dreary hall, just beyond the spread doorway of Jessica's authority, his eyes glancing from his married woman to the screen of her reckoner, and back again. The expression on his fount perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed hostler in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

That commentary alarmed Jessica. She had n't been mindful she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until he-goat walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to agnise how close she had been to what would bear been an earth-shattering climax. billy goat'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 humiliated.

Billy continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' Billy cried ... the room was n't very clean, but Jess swore she could make water out rent on Billy 's brass. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that stain ! ``

'' infant, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her hubby to empathise ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't entail for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't see to it it ... Besides, it's not a big lot ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was baton 's entire trouble. The melanize men at work were treating him like SOB ... now he found his wife masturbating to the images of hefty black men and white-hot char in a music video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god darn nigga ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist oral 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 angry. This was a position of Billy that she really did n't like.

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

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

As soon as the Logos left Jessica 's oral cavity, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too former. Billy 's eyes widened with anger ... or fear ... or unhappiness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the doorway behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica heavy, and she felt sick of to her tum. Her last gossip left her filled with guiltiness. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so dreadful ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The television had ended. She had no idea what the finale tantrum was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to brush up, but after the scrap with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able-bodied to concentrate 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 bedroom with her hubby, no doubtfulness they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to classify thing out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big audience, and she needed to get some quietus. Jessica decided to catch some Z's on the sofa in her home plate office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen water closet and a feeding bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her point down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-distrust swam through her tired mind. Her wedding had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been informal with her hubby in months, but now she was n't even capable to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't spill to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her life history lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to focus on her personal life after the following Night 's interview with Black Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to log Z's. She resolved that affair would interchange ... after she got through the consultation. Yes ... after the audience, matter would be different !

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The bridegroom stood at the altar ...

The St. Bride stood in her fertilisation room, adjusting her veil in the great standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the human body of her reflection. He was tall and sinewy ; he placed a large ebony deal on the bride 's shoulder joint.

The groom stood at the altar, the euphony stopped.

The guests'fountainhead turned too watch the Saint Bridget 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two heavy black hands rotary from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to tag end. White pearl and beadwork fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the trading floor ...

The black-market man 's mitt swoop over the newly exposed white belly of the bride ... and over her full white breasts.

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

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

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

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

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

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to zigzag the frigidity water up mellow. For some understanding her skin felt like it was on flak. It wasn't botheration, it was an extraordinary predisposition, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of intimate tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through workweek and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the old evening, while watching Black penis's explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to squall at Billy…and give her that dreaded incubus. How could she jack off while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that pipe dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with truncheon for month, but her own abominable words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her late career focus, or maybe threatened by her Recent epoch success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her unadulterated white-hot eubstance, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, amatory dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got nursing home, Jessica would give billy club a gracious massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and slacken, and then she 'd originate lovemaking. 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 intellection of taking a penis in her mouth to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest intimate apparel. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and billy goat got home, she could shed her clothing right in front line of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden water closet intimate apparel memory, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong step-in, a touch garter bang, and a yoke of total darkness thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The smutty lacing and satin complimented her clean skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The pantie rode her articulatio coxae creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful troll white ass exposed with the thong back. The supporter complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high Black person hose gave the amorousness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful opprobrious bird and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the meter Jessica was completely dressed, billy club was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm dingy honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a finespun hand on her married man 's articulatio humeri, `` I never should have said those awful things ! ''

billy club smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very injurious to him net nighttime, but she always had such a dessert vocalism. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the same prison term.

'' I 'm drear too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, ineffectual to bet his wife 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 cheek so that he was forced to make eye touch. `` I think I understand why you 've been so disconcert lately. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the untimely matter to say. Her guilt feelings over the late night took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this appointment had taken so lots of her attention lately, but then for him to charm her masturbating to one of their video ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them restrain her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

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

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

'' I do n't imagine it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a compromising tonicity, `` but they might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... naught dangerous, but something you might not like. The web really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might own to go along with it, for the rice beer 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 spite of the awful thing she 'd said to him the dark before, he still wanted to give her his love and support.

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

'' perfect tense ? '' baton 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

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

'' Really ? '' Billy smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

'' I ca n't tell you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But roost assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusedness about where my tenderness 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 encounter with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's appearance. It was established that Jessica would present a lilliputian background selective information on the group, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the former evening she hadn't been able to watch over all the videos. Seeing the video before the interview would open her the opportunity to prepare more questions. The just genuine 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 promising grin and a umber, piss, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost high noon before Sarah finally did point up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually neural on programme days, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed commove and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her word with Sarah the old day. Sarah thought the rapper were dirty and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra unquiet about them being in the studio that nighttime. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the short young lady not slept ? When they had a few bit, Jessica took the chance to speak with her young acquaintance and assistant.

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

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

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

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a pugnacious Night last Night. Up sort of late… you know…"

"Before a studio academic term day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew well than that. Everybody had to operate at one hundred ten pct on broadcast days.

"wellspring, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, think of ?"Sarah smiled rickety"We were getting busybodied about of the Night ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of grade, Sarah, I'm so gloomy, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some male child 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 grim eyes,"it went a lot ameliorate than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a unharmed new obedience for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to get a line how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the euphony, but would never take believed her button-down, demure young supporter would make been able-bodied to wait past the surface of the lyrics. 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 respect for that kind of radical made Jessica Thomas More than a lilliputian curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long prison term to explicate and I don't think we have clock time. I think they need you in give up, then they're going to need to set up the brightness, so you'd easily get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's stopping point comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the binding room and thrust a refreshing water bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as a lot as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn't have the fourth dimension. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The trueness would feature to look until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineer busied themselves around her. After Black phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to scoop sparkle Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lightness, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lights were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio inflammation always put out a lot of rut, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially austere. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after nursing bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sealed that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in womanhood, with some liquid state"e"X mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an supercilium and took a swig from her water bottle."I can understand ignition and sound, and even camera oeuvre, but the temperature ? Those Black Phallus hombre seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck opening. Leaning back, she closed her center and took a abstruse breath as she fanned herself with her short letter identity card."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How much foresighted ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

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

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

"Great, not often meter then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to cope with them before the interview."

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

"Good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with cypher to present the populace !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewing audience are going to mind a shiny facial expression !"Jessica shot her help a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up someone 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 signified of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tension in the studio apartment's atmosphere got higher and gamey. Jessica found herself getting very anxious, more so than formula for one of her interviews. For one thing, billy goat still had n't arrived in the studio apartment, like he said he would be. She could n't conceive of where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's anxious energy and myriad bottles of pee resulted in a much needed toilet gaolbreak. She returned from her good luck minutes before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even strong than before she'd left field. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live telecasting tonight, but there was to be a dwell web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the human beings ! Then there was the possible action of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black member would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience section to stage some kind of provocative packaging stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the mesh would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the all staff of"The Whole Truth"word computer programme shared. That shared nerves was demonstrated when the makeup girl spilled a feeding bottle of Qaeda make-up down the front end of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a blackened crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. funny story, her crowd wasn't normally this clumsy. The set music director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sports coat for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the meddling deal of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly abash since the black sports coat that Jessica had worn that evening was a conclude jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden loo"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the facial expression she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a bit. This was a rattling event that she did not demand to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba sting the great unwashed, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A representative buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

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

"One minute people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket ! The cap was a splendid royal blueing people of colour, with a pitch-black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the side, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six in all-inclusive, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest. The designer crownwork would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica's milky tweed breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's heart ! The wardrobe girl had given her the wrong form of jacket crown !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different crownwork ! Quick ! press !"

"Sorry, that's all we could obtain !

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

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


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Backstage, in the Green elbow room, one of the VIP waiting elbow room down the mansion house from the studio, nightstick McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his married woman's newsworthiness program to begin. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in sepia and decorated with African tribal masquerade. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV admonisher, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the grand surroundings, billy club was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the Lapp guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturday, the Saturday afternoon security work party was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some melanise club. In any case, these guy insisted on scanning truncheon's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly blackness officeholder 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 swiped the lineup through the reader again… looked at his electronic computer screenland and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These bozo claimed to have problems scanning his ID. truncheon knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him trouble because he was a Patrick Victor Martindale White guy."I don't have time for this shit, I have to get to the studio !"

The second fateful sentry go stepped in movement of truncheon, blocking his path. Billy couldn't help but back away in reverence of the giant, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty moment to ‘ swan Billy's personal identity'with the security office. They didn't annoyance apologizing. As nightstick pushed past the beefy blackened guards, he shouted that that his married woman was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a nerve ... Billy choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the antechamber. No matter. By Monday first light, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time billy got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another couplet of black bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in onward motion. Instead, Billy was escorted to the unripened elbow room and told to watch the programme from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in uneasy prevision as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the appearance to lead off. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be capable to watch the interview on video !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a couple of Clarence Day earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that dark and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even mind to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more than of their ‘ dirty word ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her babe would not relent. Becky's ally Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber company to view the interview on Laura's computer with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to slumber over at a admirer's home on a school day night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The future morn, after Becky had abandoned all Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to line up a voice-mail on her cadre phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her quotation card number so that Becky could Holy Order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be house that night so she had the unscathed home ... and the big TV in the sustenance way ... all to herself. That night was one of the uncommon social function that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church group meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able-bodied to watch the interview with Black Phallus, her best-loved euphony chemical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The youthful redhead's humble ovalbumin hands were trembling with so a lot excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the earpiece number for the pay-per-view inspection and repair. A intuitive feeling of setose heat tingled through the white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her Sister's credit bill data. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her sign, watching the video intently, as the opening titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the screen door and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the nighttime's narration, briefly wincing as she caught a glance of herself in the monitor lizard. The inner one-half of each of her fully, whitish white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a dear birdcall girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Truth'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most popular, cloak-and-dagger rap grouping. Their first record album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million transcript in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales agreement. Their music is heard in night cabaret and teenagers'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter blind. The heat of the studio brightness on her bare chest was a changeless reminder of how much of her cleavage was on presentation for the camera and United States to see. Jessica positioned her weaponry in a way that she hoped blocked the photographic camera's panorama of her segmentation, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprise, given the fact that their medicine was never aired on the radio, or tv, and banned from some criminal record storehouse'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the government activity and the sensitive claim that the radical is simply too raunchy to be broadcast. Black penis's lyrics are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their TV have never been seen on television because of the intimate subject and allegedly sickening nature. Some euphony network official have gone so far as to pronounce the videos as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her implements of war failed to enshroud the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to happen a more mild affectation, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's heart darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more master spatial relation and take the teleprompter at the Saami time.

"total darkness Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular approximation and societal time value. In short, they make the age-old title of every controversial artist ... that their controversial fabric is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out other supposed ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and video swordplay and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The chemical group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their euphony is perceived as a scourge to the white establishment. They say that there are some in ovalbumin America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

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

"Are they artist victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But start, we're going to evince you the videos that the euphony video distribution channel won't. All this, and 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 Nox ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the previous nighttime ... and the force that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a short ... and her milklike white bosom were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under ascendance. She guzzled the bottleful of pee under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing one-half of it quickly.

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billy sat stunned during the commercial message break. What the snake pit were they making his Jessica wear ? Her nipple were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to break such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of row ! This was part of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to flaunt her physical structure a little on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wearable that footling outfit to dinner ... and domicile ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. billystick sat back to see the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

eyesight her help, and realizing that the prisonbreak afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her crown."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket crown out of my office. I can't continue a curriculum looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the idiotic sum of beautiful Edward White cleavage that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't aid but note the unusually uneasy behavior her normally sedate 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 amphetamine three are unstuck, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 anchor ring in my office."

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."spirit ... we'll have to spill the beans 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 young woman so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have fourth dimension to inquire for very long, because the music director's voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's power train of thought.

"... rachis IN Little Phoebe, 4, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, nauseating. These are the words that music television network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the euphony radical"Black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly programme television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to rivet on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio reminder. Her chest was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit truth, are able to show these video recording, in their totality. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see this night will be shown in its entirety. often of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these telecasting are aired tonight, halt tuned for an exclusive interview with the artist responsible for, and hear what they have to say about their music, their picture, and their unusual philosophy about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's judgement briefly flashed forward to the interview later that nighttime. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these outrageous blackamoor rapper. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually expressed lyrics about bloodless women. What ugly comments might they make about her consistence if they saw her in this crown ?

"The 1st music video that"The Whole the true"will demonstrate you tonight business organization Black Phallus's opinion on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative lyrics and video recording footage. Shirley Temple Black phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to form about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music telecasting, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally foresighted suspension at this point, her creative thinker wandering to the look-alike she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed spirit on her husband's face.

And now,"The unit Truth"presents Black penis's"Andrew D. White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the Song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit countersign on air !

"T. H. White Wedding, Blacked St. Brigid !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional conduct, but couldn't help but shake as the Song dynasty's finish title left her sassing. She could even sense a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The telecasting feed cut to the initiative of the euphony video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this picture she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to befall here ... she couldn't allow masses to cogitate that Black Phallus's music television turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but observance that various pairs of center in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the TV playing on reminder all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the water, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking black-market manikin of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black person Phallus. They were in her office.

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her deal over Tom hefty chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's inguen, rubbing the enormous rock intemperately 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 total darkness COCK like you did last Nox !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to exit the black man's embracement, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's gentle white skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the old eventide, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a declamatory pitch blackness hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her entire firm breasts, and hard teat. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her human knee buckled, and she fell to the solid ground, nerve to face with Tom's inguen. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed Black tool, nuzzling Tom's seawall, inhaling his manly scent ... a aroma laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't hold back me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have practically prison term. You have to be ready for your portion of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble blank finger's breadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his flagitious 12 inch black stopcock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brownish optic, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'truncheon thought to himself as he watched the Joseph Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and name her do a level about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... deviate ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this shit ?"

But billy club knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the same TV he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the former night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly ascertain this refuse !"

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Becky Davenport stared round-eyed at the aphrodisiacal white St. Bridget and black studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV silver screen. She'd heard that"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"videos were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was ill-gotten. The theme of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this video showed new Edward D. White brides ditching their stableboy on their marriage day and giving themselves to black men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the construct disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was blistering than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty untried Melanerpes erythrocephalus dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her suit tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white breadbasket, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the time the video recording ended, Jessica McFarland's oculus were glued to the varan nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the video, but its puff was just too potent. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the old night.

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

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

"As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is grounds for disceptation, but that's not the simply video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the side by side picture, after these content from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"billy goat didn't like the phone of that. The maiden video had been a disgusting slight against the origination of marriage. The language were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to imagine how the succeeding video could be worse ... baton was even to a greater extent riotous by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this soil would be sitting in from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up fille's smiling face and busy hands."free pardon me Mrs McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a fiddling shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a footling shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The lady friend spritzed Jessica's case with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft quilt to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the activity ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crownwork ! She could here the hushed masculine representative of the stagehands and cinematographer. She could experience their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty Brigham Young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Calluna vulgaris !"Jessica sternly admonished the young constitution little girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

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

"spine IN quintet, tetrad, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and inherited evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the topic of the side by side"Black Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's program. watcher discretion is advised. And now,"The whole accuracy"presents Black phallus's picture,"spade in the woodwind Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting Word of God on her broadcast, but"blackamoor 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 words were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no affair how a lot she may hold wanted to try and neglect the image 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 video's adept and producers in the next part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as rock oil as the previous video recording, this call and telecasting seemed geared towards humor. At to the lowest degree ... at first ...

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The video opens with a aspect in a infirmary delivery room. We hear the strains of the corny dear song"Your having my babe ”. We see a White River yuppie married man with a video camera, taping his wife in the speech room, as she's about to give nascency. In spitefulness of the process of bringing, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his wife's script in one hired man, and the camera in the other"Here he comes dearest !"

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his married woman. We see the wife's fan out legs spread wide, a fabric draped covering her groyne, and the Dr. leaning down, pulling the infant out ...

A auditory sensation byte begins to meet ... a rich people storyteller microphone boom"praise, you are the father of a majestic baby…"

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

Your wife gave birth to her babe boy,
but something looks a little wrongfulness,
His cutis 's a little too dark to be considered albumen,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the daybreak ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a scented, innocent, Marcia James Buchanan Brady eccentric. She stands in the doorway of their endearing suburban nursing home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the powerful black studs from"Black genus Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a vauntingly box. His brawniness flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to bless for bringing. As she leans down to sign on the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her unflawed cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge prominence growing in the obstetrical delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating Robert Brown heart. Before the wife can protest, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the menage, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the close up front line doorway of the house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teen, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's pavement. He's grinning.

The shot cuts to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding pic of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal material body. The underframe is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful underframe shatters. The shooting widens to evince the beautiful frame shattering on the story by the bed ... and beautiful organisation bed headboard, banging against a bulwark. We can see the wife's radiocarpal joint are tied to the brass bed Wiley Post with packing tape. There is a brief closing up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The photographic camera pulls back, showing the melanise manner of speaking man, in uniform, shirt after part covering his ass and the wife's long Patrick Victor Martindale White legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the Negro stripling peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

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

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

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

The next shot we see is another shot of married man leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the backtalk. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's look sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can direct it in her hand. She bends down to nibble it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her copious white segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his psyche, then flips open his cell phone. Her optic widen as she sees the video he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his boldness, shaking her mind. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a warm cut to the composition boy's sac of newsprint dropping to the porch steps, and then a dig of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a snap of the figurehead threshold slamming. Cut to the Interior Department of the house. The smuggled stud sales booth in the entryway of the home, facing the camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newsprint. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the arse of the snapshot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her naked consistency to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the sleeping accommodation, the married woman on all quaternity, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teenager fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little literal nakedness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the future day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her gown. Hubby leans forward to osculate his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her boldness instead. He gets in his car and she waves goodness bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of milk feeding bottle. Again, it's one of the colossus inglorious rappers from"blackness Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her back talk and grinning. The milk man shoves the married woman into her household. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the land and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the brass headboard again, followed by snapshot of milk running over a muscular black breast ... and the beautiful White wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see married man pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front man porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's front door, the married woman is on the phone. Another straightaway cut shows the door being opened to bring out a great, black, pizza pie delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE sausage balloon ”. The wife grabs him by the taking into custody and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the receptive pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's survey by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her book binding is to the camera, but she is obviously defenseless and had been kneeling in front of the pizza pie guy. The pizza pie guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza pie guy's thrusting apparent movement over the top right street corner of the lid.

Poor slow white jerky,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some blackamoor stopcock,
in that married Andrew Dickson White cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the medicine's pace quickens ... we see fritter after shot of the white married woman letting more and more black men into her home to fuck her.

The following blastoff is of married man being shoved out the door with his cap and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiacal new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipework connection under the john sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connective. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a opprobrious plumber, then a quick dead reckoning a flooded bathroom floor. The bathroom is steamy and the shower bath door are fogged up. Through the exhibitioner doors we can nominate out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her pegleg wrapped around his waistline and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a large, powerful black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the Andrew D. White pair's home, carrying a puddle skimmer. The front door opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy drawstring bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the family, watching her double-dyed white ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doorway in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the blacken pool man to walk into the fenced in back thousand. In the backyard, the black pond man looks around, and the photographic camera dig goes wide to show that there is no pond in the back thou ! The Black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide grin spreads across his look. He then turns around to see the white married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's drawing string already unlace and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her tit. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bed and they start to fall down. We see a crack of the lawn, her bikini top demesne on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain echoes as the scenery alteration yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a surety truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy opprobrious security officers walk up to the sign of the zodiac and open the room access. They find the married woman standing in the front end hallway, wearing disgraceful leotard, Negro leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised tone and then puts her deal up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The contraband security measures ship's officer smile at each other, slug in the ‘ all clear up'code into the certificate keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the natural process, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security ship's officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling black muscular tissue, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of guess ) in battlefront of the guards. The chorus Echo and the fit changes again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a ok disastrous baby !

A landscape hand truck pulls up outside the sign. Two magnanimous, mesomorphic black gardeners get out of the truck and take the air up to the front end door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work gild, with the discussion"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and smile, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very following shot holds on the bedside table again. The marriage ceremony photo is gone now, but there is an alarm system clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving cream. The photographic camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blond hair film across his boldness as she leans backwards into the shot ... before second pair of blackened hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The picture closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his married woman down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black orderly. She puts a bridge player up in her husband's case, making him blockade the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the opprobrious orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving good day to her hubby as the threshold shuts behind her.

husband is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A pretty blond nurse in a aphrodisiac white uniform approaches them.

"Awwww !"the nanny grinning at the founding father and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in chassis just two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after giving parentage ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary robe assailable in the back and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her articulatio humeri at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the threshold, shedding her lactate's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's rousing was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her action. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big bootleg rivet after another, Becky's paw found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white chest. Becky watched the video recording intently ... relishing every glimpse of cutis and muscle that was exposed on silver screen. Becky was unlike than her sis Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her intimate urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these mightily urges, Becky had always managed to balk the attending of the boys at school. Of line, none of the male child in Becky's shoal looked like the massive macho-man in these video. Becky wondered how long her materialistic time value would hold out around men like these. Would she have herself over as easily as the extracurricular Young wife in the television ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other helping hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussycat through her panties.

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly became cognizant of soft tactile sensation of a powder quilt on her cervix ... and cleavage.

"broom ?"Jessica turned to the make-up missy."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

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

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

Jessica's thwarting were coming to a head ... workweek of increasing hotness ... workweek without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the inquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous evening ... the air pressure to ‘ fix'his job ... the pressure of the interview ... the submerge heat energy of the studio lights ... these erotic video she was having to present ... and her titty on display for every lecherous pig in United States of America and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some form of promotional material stunt !

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

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"The mile-high cabaret,"Jessica started,"has long been a running caper about the airline industry. But Black genus Phallus has their own take on the old cliche of a twosome sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramp plane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next picture,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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The telecasting opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unusual shape that appears to be a stylise image of an raise black cock.
Cut to the interior of the planer's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde buffer flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large disastrous Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the accompaniment says in a oceanic abyss booming articulation. It's Big microphone from Black Phallus.

The sexy buffer turns and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous bump running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her rim hungrily."Well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight !"

"How do you like it ?"Big microphone smile.

The sexy tweed pilot grin."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white manus picking up the radio microphone."care ladies and gentlemen"mouth a pair of beautiful ping lip into a phallic black microphone,"This is your captain oral presentation. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The television camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one paw. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her smutty tie from her collar with her exempt hand. She throws the tie to the flooring and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back farther to evince Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular smutty torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a span of time of day, but I do want to warn you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the police chief remark, seeing microphone's body ..."But just set your tail to the reclining placement, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The maitre d' is at a loss for news as she sees Big microphone unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike 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 pitch blackness penis, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The screen fades to pitch-dark and then the euphony suddenly starts with a fasting, fast-growing pulsation. The video now flashes with a series of three interchange shaft of the planing machine's interior. All of the crack are from the same slant, with the Lapp camera, but are lit differently, and depict different scenes within the aeroplane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the airplane's national lit normally, entire of passenger on the flight of steps. Another shot shows the three extremity of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the medicine. A third gear shot depicts the plane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flashgun outside the Windows. Each news bulletin of lightning reveals glimpse of nude livid and pitch blackness branch, writhing in the rider seats. These three adaptation of the plane's interior shots flash back and forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air stat mi, bitch !"a vox over of one of the rapper speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The nip now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to describe the story of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a telephone number of attractive passengers. There are many Theodore Harold White charwoman and bootleg men, and a few egg white men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The place back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The tv camera pans to reveal that the buns is bouncing so much because a youthful Stanford White charwoman with red hair's-breadth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the euphony. She realizes what he is derangement about grin, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out meretricious.
pitch blackness engines scream and the Andrew Dickson White lady friend emollient !"

The tv camera settles on a Young white couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the married woman's wedding hoop. The wife glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walk to the bath in the front of the woodworking plane. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The married man grins stupidly until he notices a muscular lightlessness man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the lav ! The stud is B-Love, the doorknocker 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 black dick will get way up in there, and hit those flannel girl'afters afters ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to realize sure enough nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a minor hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his stern and spot at a guard sign that has just lit up. It says"upheaval Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The air hostess return key to her seat at the front of the plane as the baffle whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating Shirley Temple Black passenger. B-Love makes eye middleman with the white married man, glances at the john door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's optic widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an thought. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the aid of the air hostess. This produces the desired effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to reply the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his course and points to the"Sturm und Drang Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and rent a step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love pass into it, still smiling, pressing his hefty chest into her script. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black snap the stewardess's carpus, holding her hand to his dresser, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a crack. The Andrew D. White wife peek around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a State Department of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare White back and ass. The wife's eye widen in panic when sees the toughie and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the black stud suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows good behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the blackened rivet and the stewardess noisily entering the privy together. There are a lot of jumble and relate feeling and voicelessness exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his buttocks ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior shooter of the plane ... the skeletal frame of the photo is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the inside of the plane, the shape still shuddering ... the passenger are bouncing around with the turbulency ... as are the occupant of the toilet !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ ostentation slash ’, a series of imperfect shooting that have been intercut with other liberal shots ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a second of each scene at a time. The shots are accompanied by the vocal's refrain. Between each credit line of rap, we here sexy white female vox cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit Sturm und Drang ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take restraint and we fly that beef !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Shirley Temple Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black peter In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Shirley Temple Black dick ! FLY ME sister, FLY ME ! !
The lowest lyric poem is accompanied by the roar of a airplane locomotive flying,

Each injection is an extreme 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 erotic imagery : We see the air hostess's beautiful dark eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife's mouthpiece, biting her own lowly lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's lip moaning ... intercut with the wife's heart looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the hostess's naked white back as she leans forward into the mordant man's hefty back, causing her entire egg white knocker to tumesce at the face, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white ramification wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black trunk ... four Edward D. White mitt exploring black muscles ... one White person hand wearing a wedding party ring and clutching a hefty black shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the can door latch, and gripe ... The snapshot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing plenty of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No privates is entirely exposed to the camera, but in nastiness of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silky albumen bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long white peg wrapped around the muscular pitch blackness rider. The contraband rider is naked and thrusting between the ashen married woman's legs, though very much of his consistence is obscured by the wife's ramification and the stewardess on top of him. The hostess is au naturel, though her blonde haircloth is still in its severe french-twist and her slight gentle hat is still perched on her promontory. She is lying on the inglorious passenger's back, tightly hugging him from tail. Her full phase of the moon, pale ashen breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of soft white physique out from between their consistency. Her long whiten branch are spreadhead widely, around the black man fucking the white wife. The hostess's beautifully bleak Edward D. White ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in daze at the lurid showing. We see several shots of rider ... white women, white men, and total darkness men ... watching craning their neck to watch the action at law. The white men look uncomfortable, and rive at their collars nervously. The blackness men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white charwoman seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One offspring woman, apparently in her late teenager, is sitting between her father and a big bootleg man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father attempt to overlay her eye ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big mordant man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action at law. She slips a tiny whiteness hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her dungaree. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her white cotton panties, her don sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her manus prostrate on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the opprobrious man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, stage business woman sitting between a mordant man and a ovalbumin man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the activity ... and both look at the sexy Elwyn Brooks White business char. The black rivet takes one of the cleaning woman's bridge player and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her work force is resting on a punishing bump in the inkiness man's lap. She begins to gently twinge the excrescence as she continues watching the activeness. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's other manus and places it on his own bulge. The adult female allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the ashen guy and laughs, shaking her forefront. She lifts her hired hand off the T. H. White guy's private parts and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the natural action ... and places both work force in the Joseph Black guy's lap ... starting to bring at his zip ! The black man starts working at the button of the business organisation woman's case jacket.

In another row of butt sits a black man on the aisle, a Lester Willis Young white man in the centre, and his passably white lady friend by the window. The albumen girlfriend is trying to follow the action at law in the front of the airplane, but having unvoiced time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade seats with him. The beau, glancing at the large black man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle ass smile at the pretty T. H. White girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty Stanford White girl raise over her boyfriend and takes a tush in the bootleg man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprisal and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black macho-man. She has noticed a sizeable bulge in the opprobrious stud's bloomers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately movement to the windowpane seat, offering his girl the center seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay melanise man's lap and leave the seat adjacent to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ bathroom bacchanalia ’. He can select no more of this mortification. He jumps from his tush, and goes to pull his married woman out from under the calamitous. The naked white stewardess angrily yells at the lily-white rider ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"signal. The young married woman laughs at her married man from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and vigil anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular bootleg man, rises from his derriere and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The tv camera angle cold shoulder to behind the new contraband man, framing the bare white stewardess between his ramification. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to betoken to the sign when he suddenly drops his drawers. Her sky-blue eye widen in delight ... She begins to go up to her stifle !

The television camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare chest. The camera cuts to a wide injection from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked white eubstance from head-to-toe, her gross Patrick White ass still clearly seeable, and the sides of her breasts seeable under her sleeve. She now kneels obediently in front of her new dim buff, her light-haired drumhead blocking our survey of the standing black's pecker. As the standing smuggled passenger pulls the stewardess's blond head to his genitals, In the background signal we can see the rider of the planer ...

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

We cut to the beautiful flannel teenager sitting between her forefather and the Black person man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to take in below the tray-table. Her jeans are subject, and there thrust into her ovalbumin cotton wool panties is a big blackness hired man ! We see the activity above the tray table now as the onetime teen arches her back, vociferation out tatty, and hammers the tray table with her tiny white fists ! The founder sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her coming, she sees the blacken rivet raising his tray table, revealing an tremendous bulge in his drawers. Her middle widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a panoptic shot of the founding father, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three rump in front of them block the horizon of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large black hand on the back of the daughter's pretty blonde head word, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her sassing opens panoptic, just as her question disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The black looks over and smiles at the Fatherhood. The father is horrified.

Cut to the T. H. White businesswoman. Though the photographic camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black stud sitting next 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 action ... he lowers his mitt to the sexy Caucasian businesswoman's thigh, and starts to campaign her doll up ... She smacks his bridge player away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"push button over her rear end. A expectant, powerful black male escape accompaniment comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily full stop to the lily-white guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight attendant grabs the guy by the catch and throws him out of the tail, into the aisle. The stud poker then takes the white man's seat and joins the action ! The white cleaning woman happily allows the stud to push her dame up over her fairly blank ass, and charge away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tit, the grim flight concomitant begins kissing her neck opening and sliding a big black paw between her stage ! The White River cleaning lady writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't barter posterior with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the natural action in the straw man of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The beau reaches over tentatively, and jerk at his girlfriend's arm, trying to displume her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hand away, never taking her heart off the activity in the strawman of the plane ... The Shirley Temple scantling smirks at the female child's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud voicelessness something in her ear from buns. She smiles and stands for a arcsecond while the stud shifting in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her middle and mouth open all-inclusive and she throws her nous back ... her clutches physical structure handshake. The photographic camera pans down to their wooden leg to reveal both have their pants around their ankle ! Her panties slide down her leg !

We see a ashen guy quiescence in his keister ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the rear end to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy white carrottop leaning over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ear and a dazed look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily ovalbumin ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male copilot flying the planer ... carefully looking neat ahead, trying very hard not to wait at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to unwrap the white pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... Andrew Dickson White legs spread-eagle with a naked brawny bleak knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot burner's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the binding of the plane, the photographic camera flies backwards, up the gangway. The plane's upcountry lighting are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole plane ! The television camera finally reaches the first class section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap Sung dynasty ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd noise. We see passenger disembarking from the plane. kickoff we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her shameful buff. Then we see each muscular bootleg passenger disembarking with a distaff blanched passenger or stewardess at their incline ! Then the tweed co-pilot, white female pilot burner and her calamitous stud disembark. The archetype white wife, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An senior black airline custodian display panel the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his heading. He passes the white husband from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

"Hey chum, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"flight of stairs attendants were supposed to clear the plane before they leave ! You got ta get off the planing machine now."

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

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

The Patrick White guy sighs, ascension, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a glistering white standard paster on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walks to the bathroom door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

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

Two security safety display board the plane. They are both buirdly total darkness men in sport coat and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the precaution bash on the lav door.

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

The can room access opens just a crevice, then quickly wider. A bare, whiteness, distaff arm reaches out, grabs the one security system guard by the twist him into the bathroom ! His sport coat is tossed out the bathroom.

The back safety device peep in the bathroom door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The safety suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling tweed man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the door open with his other hand and blows out the inflatable emergency brake swoop."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the room access."THANKS FOR FLYING total darkness PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW fuck OFF !"

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

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

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

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the slide, then joins the first guard and E. B. White wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"dagger as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK COCK ! I'M SO gladiolus I FLEW Negro genus Phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO dainty A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was outrageous, and horribly objectified fair sex ... yet somehow Jessica found it odd ... and sexy ! The flock of all those muscular black men ... the curvy Whitney Young egg white women ... something about the contrast of their skin as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the great deal of the helpless livid male passengers having to watch out it all ... unable to participate, was really queer. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"broom 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 patron announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the video ... but Thomas More so because of the intense feelings 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 albumen cotton wool panty when she'd witnessed one of the charwoman in the TV ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saami thing. And that girl was sitting next to her Padre on the aeroplane ! shocking ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the quite a little of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked soundbox as she kneeled before a muscular black rider. And the good deal of the Saame air hostess falling out of the toilet with the Patrick Victor Martindale White married woman and the Black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how practically of their nudity was visible ... you could see so lots !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'gesture made by one of the tweed female passengers when she rejected a white male rider's intimate advancement. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were smaller than contraband men. If that was the pillowcase, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white male child she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More video ... more blackamoor men ... to a greater extent OF the disastrous men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her succor on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or legal injury of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black macho-man in the television ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Black person phallus MP3s on her phone.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Scots heather the physical composition miss.

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

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a good deal time do I have to go change ?"

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

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an interview with three over-sexed Black doorknocker. She didn't have time to go to her dressing way and change ... and she dared not modification in nominal head of the leering cameramen again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too belatedly.

Heather rushed away as the director's voice boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"back IN FIVE, FOUR, ternion, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally cool off and gather up journalist and television system presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At family she was dealing with a sober job with her marriage and sex life. At piece of work, the net had scored an undivided interview with the controversial rap group ‘ black penis ’. Jessica was given almost no sentence to research and gear up for the interview. Compounding that issue, the scoop interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their record label. The audience was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely gamey music video recording.

The appearance was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an stroke had ruined Jessica's blazer. The switch crownwork she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the audience, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial message rift. Further, Jessica found herself crucify and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagination of the medicine videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up girl Scots heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The pretty Edward D. White journalist was thankful that there was one More music video to show before she had to introduce its controversial Lord to her viewing populace. Jessica hoped to use that prison term to collect her thoughts and cook, psychologically for the audience.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Charles Darwin's possibility of evolution. dominant traits are passed down from one coevals to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all creature look for certain attractive qualities in a mate, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of natural pick. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's course of study is intended for mature interview. The material broadcast on this special sequence of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discretion is advised. Without encourage ado, here is"Only cancel"by ‘ Black phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to call for a break and change her cap ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video recording. Like nearly of the other video, Jessica had not reviewed the picture before it played on air that night. She had to be cognizant of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only desire that there would be time to change the crownwork during the next commercial prison-breaking. It was very possible. She knew the next break came on the hr, and would be foresightful than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely indisputable she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any grievous problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the former night when watching the"Blacked St. Brigid"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a white role player, obviously made out to be Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a indistinctly lit room. The Logos he writes are heard in part over as the tv camera slowly pulls out and the slam gets wide-cut and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial bulk of my theory of phylogeny through natural survival of the fittest, I have become increasingly bear on with how my theory may be applied to the homo animal. In cultivated high society, we worry ourselves with mixer status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between syndicate. This can not, however, be said to be a raw selection as these normal are imposed by our societal saving grace. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social status is downcast and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ lovemaking'seems take precedency. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'version of our base animal desires. The interrogative must be asked, if the issues of society were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own taste, what ‘ instinctive selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the assistant of my acquaintance and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the man, studying tribes of primitives, who are less evolved and level-headed than we, their civilize betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Lord ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The adult female's voice call in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, benighted, most animalistic and rude part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok kindred have been most helpful, and the forfeit that Lord and ma'am Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, gentlewoman Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and daughters of the other IE in our party to aid in the research !"

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

Darwin finishes his daybook entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this subject field. Some will no doubt bump it troubling ... yet we must understand the innate social club of things."

The exposure fades to Shirley Temple as a thumping bass measure plays over dame Whitely's riot. The music is a slack, seductive heartbeat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, Elwyn Brooks White, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the plays as the first lyric poem of the song are heard as a freehanded Theodore Harold White guy carrying two swallow approaches the white girl, and gives her one.

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

The girlfriend smiles faintly and schmoose with white guy, but then she looks preceding him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the T. H. White guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking material body of one of Black genus Phallus's doorknocker. The doorknocker approaches, towering over the White guy and the daughter, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her bag out quickly and earnings. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the berm. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the knocker and the white girl ignore the ashen guy as he slinks away. The music is a slack, seductive measure. We hear the first few words of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only instinctive
Fillin'your blanched girl with my come
Only natural
Big Black genus Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY cancel !"


The following rhyme begins as the aspect modification to a suburban street.

"Women want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a natural excerption !
So now when she feels the need
To distribute and breed
She gon na choose my Black Erection !
It's Only rude !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a mansion construction site. Some ashen construction workers on the roof make crude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the all scene rewinds and then restarts. This prison term, when the blonde jogs past the twist land site, the expression workers are muscular blacken guys. They give her the Saame natural motion and cat calls as the white guy cable in the former version of the conniption. Now, instead of flipping the guys the shuttle, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to pass water surely nobody 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 expectant Black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the star sign. The refrain echoes ...

"Only born
Whiteboys can't contend
Only rude
Fillin'your white lady friend with my seminal fluid
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na cover
ONLY cancel !"


The next verse begins. This clip the setting is a busy city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white beat maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the time maid, reaching into his pants. There is a ending up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the police officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some change in the guy's deal ... indicating that he has money to pay for the m. The measure maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her headspring ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Saame engaged street ... and a man walking out to his car. This prison term the man is a muscular black rivet. The same meter maidservant is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic ship's officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty time maidservant ... her mouth drops unresolved, and her big doe middle peer over her reflective dark glasses ... she shakes her read/write head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next blastoff, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The large blackman is facing the low fomite and leaning against it, both hands resting on the ceiling. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to reside on the black man's back, then scans down to read his bare, muscular disastrous ass, his wooden leg spread, and his pants around his ankle joint. Between his leg we glimpse the white segmentation and assailable blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her small gabardine hands rap around his muscular nigrify ass, clutching it ... as he starts to throw into her face ! The humble traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the next verse begins, the background change to a high-toned spa. The barb opens in a small steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive gabardine dyad, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and snog tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a pail of liquified ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a spyglass of champagne, and the ringlet blazonry around one another, and drink from the glass, showing off beautiful gold wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the room access closing curtain. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two young, muscular, white-hot bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning immature 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 tum and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, powerful contraband man entering the arena. The black bodybuilder is much larger and more muscular than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the female child'heads immediately. He flashes a Stanford White toothy smiling at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their several white guy to go fawn over the black studhorse. He puts his hefty arm out, taking a sexy lady friend under each giant arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the ashen duet is. The room access shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in passion with a fine lady,
You want a family, want a sister,
So you marry her and relieve oneself her your wife"

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her fingerbreadth
My black cock gon na smash your life !
It's Only lifelike !"

The wife seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the door angrily. It opens and the dim stud leans out, smiling, holding the door wide-cut open with one hired man, and tossing some clothing over the husband's head with the other. It's a duet of shorts…the stud's ! The somewhat T. H. White wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his jetty ... suddenly her center light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The black man takes her by the script, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the fatal man ... we glimpse her consummate bleak ass as the door end ... over her shoulder joint we see the gym-bos making out ...

The room access dig shut behind them.

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

The chorus sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black genus 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 home. The car boodle and a fit, attractive, professional distich, husband and married woman, get out of the car and walkway to the front door.

The prospect change to the interior of the household, and the threshold opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her white swain. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

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

This clock time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, pitch blackness, Black person member rappers, and the girl is in her bra and scanty ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at low, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her crown and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

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

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

The fateful man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a loathsome glint in her eye, and leans forward over her swain's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to meet her girl's lustful gaze. Over the growing jut in the rapper's drawers, the girl coup d'oeil over at the blackamoor face of the doorknocker ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white char hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter expression deeply into each other's eye ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each adult female parts her brim and argument her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to run across ... the scene cutting !

The chorus echo ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white little girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the stopping point vignette begins. This clip we see a hoops court ... there is an all white-boy team, in depressed uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a snapshot of some VERY aphrodisiacal lilliputian white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blue sky sweaters and tiny blue air skirts. Each little girl's hair is done with a individual ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking gamey and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of behemoth black studs, including the 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 blackness macho-man easily dominating the tribunal, quickly sinking field goal after basketful, as the bloodless boys run around almost aimlessly. A barb of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the inglorious guys.

We cut to a slam of the aphrodisiac white cheerleaders now ... watching the secret plan. They've stopped cheering.

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eye widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the court, and then at each other again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in social movement of everybody in the mutant arena, right there on the judicature, the cheerleaders begin to strip down !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on sieve for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike crustal plate with a ‘ gravy ’.

There is a stroke of the gym flooring ... then a blue antiaircraft gun drib to the story ( microphone boom )

There is a dig of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde hair, and her long blonde pilus being shaken gratis of its ponytail. ( boom )

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

There is a shot of two of the untried white cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their flat Elwyn Brooks White corporation ...

There is a pellet of two aphrodisiacal white cheerleaders, with bare articulatio humeri, a redheaded woodpecker and a brunette, shaking out their recollective, satiny hair.

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

There is a stab of blue sweaters flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a shot of a blasphemous sweater hitting the level, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a gibe of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another percentage point, the scotch goes to 13-3.

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

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

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

There is a injection of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red couplet of panties ... with the black men's'squad logo over the privates !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The miss have completely shed their previous persona ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the young lady's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bra, panties, flip-flop, garters ... They begin to plain and jump and dance seductively ... in musical accompaniment of the superior contraband he-man !

Cut to a shot of the girls asses ... arrant white asses in team-red flip-flop ... the camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their ramification, we see the role player staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guys smile and toss the orb away and capitulum for the cheerleaders ...

Each blackness player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular sable arms. One thespian, Black Phallus's booster cable vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The miss are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the Theodore Harold White bozo lose another point in time, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the little girl are pulling at the jerseys and short pants of the calamitous role player ... tugging at the textile, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small whiten handwriting running over muscular black bureau ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One fille is on her knees in front of a black instrumentalist, pulling his shorts down. His cover is to the camera ... as soon as his trunks are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a heavy black script reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bra, and lash pearl to the floor ... We see naked contraband and whiten flesh in the showers ... white-hot girls kissing the broad shoulders of muscular dark actor ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the chorus echoes again and again as we approach the song's finis. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the speech sound of young lady moaning. Each prison term the chorus repeats, the moan get loud and more numerous.

We see a raw Joseph Black player, facing the television camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A midget blonde cheerleader push in front of him, her back to the camera. Her slender egg white branch wrap around his total darkness cervix ... The tv camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two muscular black weapons system wrapper around her slender ashen waist ... two magnanimous total darkness mitt slide down the minuscule of her White person backrest ... over a her perfect tweed ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's organic structure begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of blackamoor testicles below her stretched garden pink pussy.

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

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

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


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

"This is just porn !"he thought, outraged."This is nada but fucking smut ! These guys are pop ? These guys are actually considered talented musician ! That's fucking spew !"

He grabbed a bottle of water from the honey oil way's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the tv camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off television camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her lip gaped open ever so slightly ... her to the full white breasts heaved obscenely in that midget jacket.

How could they take a leak a world-class diary keeper, an American sweetheart ... HIS married woman ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this foulness ... and then gestate her interview its manufacturing business as if they were anything else other than porn merchant ? What was the world coming to ?

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

he-goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television, let alone a high-pressure audience. No matter. Her aphrodisiac appearance would throw these pillock thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some precious cream puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to designate America exactly what she could do !

billy club looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"unit Truth Logo"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black phallus !"

Suddenly Bill McFarland was not so convinced in his married woman's ‘ icy professional veneering ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the silver screen. The shelter, teenaged red-head fan of pitch blackness member 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 mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the sofa in the keep room and watch Black phallus's sexy euphony videos, all alone. One after another, each TV excited the uninstructed eighteen-year old more and more. By the metre the"Only natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her business firm, ripe chest, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin kitty. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's euphony, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that consequence. Her head was spinning. She could hear a resonance in her capitulum. She realized that the ringing was the house Din Land line. She picked up the earpiece, but it was too recently, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no estimate that the phoner had been her mother, calling to tell her that the Koran club get together had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - division octad : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting blackamoor phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the vacuous video recording monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"television had ended a minute of arc earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's psyche was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The TV's eroticism had awoken something deeply inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a helping hand down between her legs. The vista just kept playing over and over in Jessica's judgment ... as her hand found her pantie ... She thought of the female parent and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the wellness spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their brawn ... the round ! That steady, mesmerizing, throb bass voice ... all the simulacrum and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingerbreadth rub back and forth over pussy mound. The thin fabric of her panty was soaked.

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

"I have the early jacket."Heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to switch ? We only have a minute before the Guy come out here. If you want to commute, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown linguistic communication ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could get a line was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather as if the pretty young makeup girl was starring in one of the video's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty Patrick White girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was tangible lifespan now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really materialise ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her boob and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current state of foreplay ... she started to become cognizant of her milieu again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groyne, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off.

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

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

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

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

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take on care of during the break."Her oculus widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video recording monitor ... her full, milklike white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to change her cap !

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

Startled by the intermission in her frenzied thinking, Jessica gasped and suddenly reel around in her electric chair, only to obtain herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."full-bosomed"man .... simple in from her side ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue eye upwards to see a black man's scanty torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a brilliant, muscular, ebony trunk, with rippling abs and a right chest. Her eye scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate hide. The entirely clothing he wore was a pair mordant shoes, the peculiar gold chain, and a pair of black leather knickers. His pants were unusual, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'stylus. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to forgather an unflinchingly masculine smutty expression. She couldn't see the man's eye, thanks to a distich mirror-lens airman sunglasses. When she tried to attend into his heart ... all she could see was her own amaze, sick reflection ... and her full blanched white meat heaving in her unprofessional blue crown. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able-bodied to look proper 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 mightily grim bureau. She wasn't short ... this man must sustain been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two shameful men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to hold on looking at the ebony hulk immediately in movement of her.

Jessica put a diminished, delicate white handwriting out in an offer of a handshake. The giant black man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with yearn sinewy fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her white manus to his cryptical dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his sass were wax, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, reminiscent voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was trench and brawny ... not unlike the robust bass of his medicine.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's manus. His voice was plentiful, but not as cryptic as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish smile. His hairsbreadth was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed unobjectionable in a similar manner. Shemar was a unforesightful than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black cause, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black chest. He was just as sinewy as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful puddle of gloomy brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a buirdly giant. He wore inkiness pant, a dark muscle tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red outline of a black-power fist. microphone had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his heading was houseclean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of shameful sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of heather out of the turning point of her eye. The make-up miss was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black helping hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Christ, these Guy never quit !

A interpreter came over the aloud speaker unit."FIVE MINUTES everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir !"heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the missy allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be clip decent to cover the radical's horizon of women, when she conducted the consultation.

As the group walked over to the set ... just a few feet away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them comment,"It's 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 equal opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business nonage ’, mainly women and black Male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly black Male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black person Phallus's own engineer, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a hold up performance that Nox, though cypher had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her helper Sarah still absent from the set, the merely white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girlfriend and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm up, nighttime yellow-gold parchment form that gave the feeling of incandescent candle igniter, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and golden vessel filled with dried flower and reeds decorating the binding of the set, while the story was covered in alien fauna skins and furs ... Jessica was uncertain whether or not they were real.

At the nominal head of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"commission mode"wooden board, with a Burgundy fabric draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a large, dark-brown leather couch, with a zebra cutis draped over the back. At one end of the mesa, also facing it, was a gibe leather death chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like chairperson. He sat back, spreading his ramification wide, and draped his brawny black arms over the chairwoman's arms, and down the face. Despite the chair's fairly declamatory sizing, B-Love almost looked like a uprise man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a seat at the far end of the sofa, while Shemar had taken the nitty-gritty. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the vacuous butt adjacent to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had trouble crossing her peg on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit squeezed sitting adjacent to the two enceinte shameful men.

She looked around the studio as the photographic camera moved into posture. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stage technician came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the multitude on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video recording Monitor off set. It was quite a peck. The warm, ample, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal stag blue crownwork. The dividing line was almost as grave as that of her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large black couch.

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

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

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the photographic camera."Welcome to the sec hour of a very exceptional installment of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one last time that tonight's instalment of"The Whole trueness"contains cloth of a spiritualist nature, and is intended only for a mature consultation. There will be no more commercial breaks this evening. You may have heard of them, you may accept heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eventide, you've seen their television. You know that"black Phallus"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio, we will here their persuasion on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three phallus of the rap group Shirley Temple Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far redress, is Big Mike. practiced evening valet, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well valet,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant punk as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded obedience."Your medicine has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across U.S., without the benefit of your euphony being aired on the radio, or your telecasting aired on tv set. How did this happen ?"

"give-and-take of backtalk"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good medicine, and the club scene spreads news fast. So does the net, and most Thomas Young people, the the great unwashed who buy our music, are on-line. Word gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big microphone interjected this meter,"we got honest rhythm, strong beats, and some sheer rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't issue beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If mass like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political irony in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these hard political substance make your music democratic with a wider spectrum of people ?"

"irony ?"Shemar furrowed his hilltop,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from real spirit experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that multitude learn more about human sex, as we have learned about human being gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any variety of satire."

Jessica was a piffling puzzled by Shemar's press on the"dead on target"nature of the song's lyric. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in character'? She decided to let the gossip go for the time being.

"You say you want people to pick up about your philosophy of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the computer graphic nature of your words immediately labour people away. Doesn't it make them not require to listen to you or take heed your ideas ?"

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

"Some people might say that the understanding your music isn't heard on the radio, or seen on music television channels, is because your words are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating mean stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"crap, 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 stations and TV networks are scared of us !"

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

"Cause we tellin'the TRUTH !"The accuracy can't be offensive to nobody but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV canal are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an reserve segue into a new production line of questioning."Let's public lecture about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately discover your honest philosophy and your medicine videos depict actual events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claim really were true. This ‘ ism'of grim male superiority the grouping espoused was something they seemed to submit seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any early rappers, bragging about their conquering. But those taradiddle ! They were so outrageous ! wife, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the plug and controversy was just about selling records and making a dollar. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

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

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

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

"well, let's talk of the town about your videos."Jessica started.

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty plenty to appear as one of the model in her TV ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Saame light as the former char she'd seen in the video ... as some form of intimate aim ... some bimbo who would yield to a big cock ... a big ... melanise ... shaft ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the videos ... the married woman and the melanize plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so well-chosen ... and those gorgeous lightlessness men ... huge brawn ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that woman were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more scornful to her that they thought she would ever gibe to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to deliberate it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's smell just at the stories told in the video recording we showed in the inaugural hour of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in rules of order ... ‘ White person Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"Nigga In The Wood flock"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 redress, but the tactic of asking for confirmation of facts was common pattern in an audience. It forced a response from the case, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic championship thwarted Jessica's try to keep down the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the chemical group's members could pee-pee the claim with a straight face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her concern of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her creative thinker around the radical's title.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of brides at their wedding ? The cheerleaders at the basketball biz ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the certificate officers ... the syndicate man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's judgment reeled at the idea that those effect might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the video recording and songs replayed in her head ... the Saint Bride joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the nigrify association football players ... the black vagrant seducing the married woman and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The monumental orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio lights, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her judgment, was making her brightness headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoical face cracked the svelte grin on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the recession of her eye. It gave Jessica a chill, and snapped her out of her trance.

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recite a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the doorknocker had yet mentioned the interracial view of their euphony. The composition of black men dominating white cleaning lady, and stealing them from Edward D. White men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their intent was to generate controversy in order to sell more CDs, then they should consume mentioned the interracial factor by this level in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly piece of the daze economic value.

Yet throughout the whole consultation, they had many opportunity to have specific scuttlebutt on their title and their ism, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were white, and all the men were pitch-dark. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of wash. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your group's school of thought ..."There was an sticky pause as Jessica waited for one of the doorknocker to explain their thought. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to terminate the question formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"fountainhead,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal gender and animate being inherent aptitude. Every song on our CD, every medicine video recording we've made, demonstrates natural excerption. The female of the specie wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's cancel selection, endurance of the fittest. charwoman go for men who are Thomas More brawny, who look like stronger defender, better supplier ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no quotation of the racial look of the medicine. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her rise the subject. It was a power manoeuvre in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the dinner dress introduction of the group's ism to her interview. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him pull wires her like that.

"That's all very matter to,"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 find a way to urinate one of the rapper raise the slipstream issue,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white-hot interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your Sung dynasty and videos ... the cleaning lady are always ... the woman only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha male person are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward query,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to womanhood ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white fair sex to stimulate sex with a Black person man ?"

Jessica went white. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The cleaning woman 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 mess she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

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

"Then why is it we don't see women seducing men away from their kin, like your pitch-dark ‘ alpha Male'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our arguing that a charwoman would be unable to hold her sexual urges when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are black, or that women should receive a man attractive only if he's pitch blackness. Your language limn women as being intimate aim, inkiness men as some form of super men, and whiten males as weak and afraid. Some people could feel this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the white male child in accusation of TV and radiocommunication don't want their charwoman to know the truth. The truth that black 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 are superior to all other males ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian confederacy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistic,"Shemar interjected,"since the years of integration, black men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the homo race. In plus to this, we're highly influential in the euphony industry. All of the greatest instrumentalist over the last C were blackamoor men, or influenced by disgraceful men. If it wasn't for preconception, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

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

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

"We don't effect them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those whiteness young lady we hired ended up having sex with the melanize models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't assure them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot albumen cleaning lady together with those blackness he-man, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its row ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and horseshit and just get busy, right hand on camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girl and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take tutelage of line in the sleeping accommodation like a pitch blackness MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to think. This claim of veridical sex in the television was even more usurious than their title of true stories behind the birdsong language. The song lyric poem might be admittedly, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ quality'were give pseudonyms. In the TV, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music video recording, when nearly actresses wouldn't do that for any form of motion-picture show. Surely this title couldn't be genuine ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to induce sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gizmo to sell records and perpetuate a badboy trope."It's a ignominy you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would be intimate to sustain interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to aver this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that microphone is telling the Truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful white-hot women in the same room with powerful black men. It was beautiful to look out nature take its row like that ! Even in scenes where the tv 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 picture are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just hit the music videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the promise that we would be able to air them on music TV TV channel. We carefully framed our jibe so that null too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our telecasting. Still, the euphony telecasting networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing special variant picture now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our TV from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and bring out them on DVD. Of track the DVD with our first videos will also have the original ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scene that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of fille learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a hale LOT of jolly ashen young woman that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! underworld, it was the upright 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 microphone's allusions to the intimate myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the logical implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't own to care about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... consultation ... the conversation. Jessica chose to discount the innuendo, but before she could ask another interrogative sentence, Big Mike spoke again.

"come on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it care a disastrous man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the birdcall said ‘ No woman can resist, a black cock head, prominent than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a fine woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big microphone talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sis's boss. Big microphone from ‘ Black penis'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty light-haired anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the situation of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the Saame matter to this network television set journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a frisson. She'd ignored Big Mike's reference work to the myth of black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was Sir Thomas More, he had now expressly pointed his comment to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her aspiration, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's giant hand were pawing her full Stanford White breast. She shook her principal, trying to clear her thinker of the epitome, desperately trying to guess of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a married woman just for a meretricious jape or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can hold out just hunky-dory. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's recent problem. She thought of he-goat's small, limp putz. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several workweek. Jessica couldn't supporter but momentarily drop her big grim eyes down to the large bulge running the duration of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bighearted than he-goat's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's horizon was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the gibbosity.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out tacky and that she was staring at the rapper's crotch. Pulling her regard from B-Love's swelling, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly stay on her outburst. She was rapidly losing command of the interview ... not to refer restraint over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a peak that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to indite herself."Some of your songs feature the seduction of wed women. Many mass find this particularly offence. You seem to further intimate sleeping around and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ adept male person'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Black male ! The rattling grounds people are offended is because they are antiblack !"

"Do you really thing race is the only real issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about women's mind ? Aren't humans more than just fauna ? Aren't we civilized ? What about obedience, and loyalty ? debt instrument and bonk ? Are you suggesting that a woman would empty all these things for some aboriginal instinct, just because a so-called physically sinewy alpha male came along ?"

"Civilization, respect, loyalty, even love are all just peel trench ... a issue of the thinker. wash is the real event because that is a affair of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large Black bridge player on Jessica's genu as he spoke to her, staring late into her heart."Nature is fundamental. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the news hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the trueness 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 train hoi polloi to the truth. We want people to look past social convening ... at what really matters. That's the content of all our music on this album, and our next record album. mass are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. cypher can abnegate nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's inscrutable embrown eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her notes, and saw that he had pushed her bird up a few in, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's manus off her leg, but he didn't Don Budge. Not wanting to line tending to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own manus on top of his.

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

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

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

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

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

B-Love, his grimace still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of desegregation, an effort to arouse up white ire against the idea of putting blacks and Patrick White in the Lapplander schools and neighbourhood. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real intellect whiteboys feared desegregation ... the concern they had of being exposed as a intimate fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously ranking black male. Our edition 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 person creative person, to tell the song's story from a white woman's point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with whiten male child, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi President Pierce was the spicy pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teen, but over the past mates of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still pure trope. Jessica had interviewed the girl last twelvemonth, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the manufacture, that over the past year the Brigham Young Isaac M. Singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with Black phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a Black genus Phallus video was still a Hell of a saltation though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black genus Phallus's other TV were any reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last end of her ‘ clean-handed'image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And ... the ... public figure uh-of the Sung dynasty ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a Brigham Young woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetie, but left all alone when he goes off on an broaden business organization slip. While he's away, she's find solace in the munition of a black man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the 1st time during the audience that one of her questions had blurred the note between journalistic chase and a personal ... fascination. The chance for an exclusive first aspect at footage from a new music TV was something that she had to pursue, as a estimable journalist ... but that was just the professional person reason for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could acknowledge the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new TV. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Shirley Temple penis was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without far ado, KNEN presents, for the first sentence anywhere, footage from Black Phallus's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the jump of the footage and music. She saw herself on the CRT screen, sitting between the two giant total darkness rapper ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new TV started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen door intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her offspring, inexperienced Theodore Harold White consistency. The fille was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage threshold orifice, just like she hadn't heard the sound ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, T. H. White hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the committal to writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female spokesperson speaking ...

"lamb Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the blackened rapper's voices. He raps the adjacent few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The telecasting cuts quickly between the writing manus, and the half-naked sinewy Joseph Black rappers. As the rappers sing, a slow, but aggressive round from sea bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy gong music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big microphone's voice.

As the frail Andrew Dickson White hand continues written material, there is a trice to a Edward Douglas White Jr. guy reading the letter. Shock spreads across his aspect as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black dresser, arms, and shoulder ... some of dig featuring a small off-white mitt wearing an flowery troth ring, and running over rippling coffee muscles.

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The rhythm and the sea bass sent frisson through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the push button of her jacket.

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

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hired hand drops the pen, and the finger's breadth flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These images are edited together with jiffy of a tweed woman's naked back. The Angle of the tv camera jibe indicates that she is bent over. We see two turgid bleak bridge player run up her sides, and catch her bantam shank from behind ! The picture quickly cuts back to the deal as it picks up the pen, flattens the report, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the varan, completely engrossed in the military action on filmdom. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagery as the other television ... Jessica was corneous 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 full moon E. B. White cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

camera moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every move and breathing time ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home viewer were only seeing the rap video recording at that minute ... just like Jessica.

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

The studio camera's filmed the knocker shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained stark distracted ... her eye glued to the monitor showing the TV. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so aroused that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video recording. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her vestal white snatch and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm ovalbumin titty roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink teat. She was on the verge of sexual climax when she was interrupted by a abominable scream.

"REBECCA DAVENPORT ! !"Karenic davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU recall YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jump again, this meter forcefully knocking the fiancé's picture from the desk. There is a rapid sequence of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a dead reckoning of the picture lying on the floor among the give crank ... a great black deal roughly grabbing a psyche of light-haired hair ... a injection of smuggled back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary oculus widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the live on line and tries to uphold writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the paper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The cleaning woman's vocalisation deteriorates into a plaint of pleasure. The letter-writing hired man shakes violently, her finger contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the Lapp clip !

The bass beatnik suddenly reaches a immobile, thumping crescendo as the telecasting makes a sudden cut to a broad stroke. We see a Brigham Young, sexy white fair sex, leaning forward, hang at the waste, over the committal to writing desk ... she's naked ... but her subdivision and the camera are strategically positioned so that her boob can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of boisterous blonde pilus.

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

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde cleaning woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Negroid fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, engaged trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her female parent ... trying desperately to pop the question some kind of feeble explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the somewhat Edward Douglas White Jr. teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her passably face.

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

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

Becky turned to look at the TV, just as the blond in the television flipped her whisker back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in understood incredulity.

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

The well-endowed red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her immature daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to jam her view of the goggle box."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too previous. If her mother was trying to maintain her from seeing the womanhood'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 optic ! Sarah, her afters, devoid, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video recording ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few twenty-four hour period ago !

Jessica was so shock that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the filmdom after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the picture that had fascinated her so. Her replete white tit heaving obscenely in her revealing crown. She didn't even posting that fact that somehow, during the row of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two button of her jacket crown, and had hiked her skirt up so gamy that from the right angle, the camera could easily see her step-in !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the daughter in the television. Her face was companion but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's supporter respective times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous demeanor 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 bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a adult female as Loretta Young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked variety in a music video clip, he was forced to question if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of master sendup. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some seamy music video recording, let alone simulate a sex scene with some hulk black beast. It was repulsive ! Still, there she was, on telecasting, writhing away in some so-called euphony telecasting that was little more than softcore pornography. How could she do it ? What kind of awful strumpet was she ?

As horrifying as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the medicine picture, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the passel was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't trust his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clitoris of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her contraband lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's wench had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the camera Angle.

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

"No !"billy goat yelled as he watched the varan."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to surge in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her scanty were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! baton watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breasts. he-goat was ferocious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two Book suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore smut picture of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap injection of Jessica 's scanty and cleavage ... something to produce her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A abide by journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap radical 's promotion stunt ? Those son of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

billy club leapt from the green room couch and ran to the door of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billystick began beating on the door and yelling.

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

Billy 's middle widened with little terror. What if the electronic network made Sarah do that television ? And if they did that ... what would they cause 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 chief again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

billy club increased his frantic beating on the room access, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his outcry ... Everybody but a small hidden tv camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the television, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her electrical shock ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of gag ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an disconnected realisation. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a function of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their albums. This telecasting must have been some form of trick ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in society to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an endeavor to shock Jessica McFarland on national telly ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to prove 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 television had to be some sort of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a mo, trying to find her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview discipline 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 new fair sex in the television is actually my personal supporter,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion body in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your chemical group is really a brilliant satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's argument and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, blaze no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn young lady, that ain't it at all ! We're sober baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl stopping point night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants sinister men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a put-on. It had to be ... a packaging stunt.

"Now guys, decent is plenty,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his inguen through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsize swelling in B-Loves pants had actually gotten gravid over the course of study of the interview ! She could barely displume her eyes away ... it took her a import to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't look me to believe that that video was for substantial !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her foreland, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a promotion stunt any Sir Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her belief. She didn't want to call back that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really miserly anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventionality of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any charwoman, confronted with a truly higher-ranking male will be compelled to pass on to him, sexually. It doesn't thing if how a lot she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ dear'will redirect itself towards the superior male person ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced married cleaning woman. There would be no leisurely way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would allow to succumbing to their charm, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Shirley Temple Black Phallus's"image of sexual ascendency. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved incorrect."Can you turn up that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."smell closely at this necklace Mrs McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular black thorax, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were declamatory than the contact one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colours were not all the Same. about of the linkup were atomic number 79, but some appeared to be platinum or silver grey. Some connectedness were slightly declamatory than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three wrangle, like chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metal linkup, Jessica could see bright, shining stone. Like the links, the stones were of unlike size of it and colors. The arrangement of the endocarp was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one incline as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her spine, and a tingle went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from nexus ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the range were made up of closed chain ... not simple-minded chain of mountains links made of precious metal, but women's jewelry ... wedding ceremony bands and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with rhombus, some without ... there even some that were engraved with lyric like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with epithet. There were stacks 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 date pack and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of class, this isn't my lonesome necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this demonstrate their call ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early char ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one face of the necklace, pointing at one of the data link. Jessica stared at it in mental rejection. The tie was a stunning design of gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate atomic number 79 pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's drawn-out fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's troth pack !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's crime syndicate for a hundred and fifty class. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an surly crinkle in the delicate filigree, where the closed chain had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy rope were awfully giving ... inviolable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with motion picture of her demure untried supporter being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must induce been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her brain to typeface Shemar, finding her mouth inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might get stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to abnegate that a pure young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let only one of the rapper of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained soundless ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the substantial reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's band, broken, and woven in with so many former anchor ring ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would testify it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could hold ... you could hold paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be portion of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah final stage night and fucked her hard, filmed the unharmed thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their brawn ... their huge putz ... yes, they had to have huge shaft ! She was in a despairing scrap now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her consistency felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's Lester Willis Young ... impressible ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the word."You can't leaven that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated cleaning woman would decrease for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a levelheaded, mature, convolute 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 torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the diminutive white journalist."You won't free fall for no ‘ once you go black meaninglessness ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to dismiss the agonizing prickling in her twat.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY char ... any sophisticated, healthy, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eye widened with alarum as she heard Big Mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his drawers !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the lonesome way we can try that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married adult female like you will believe in the sexual power of a big fatal pecker !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth River between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular black dresser ... her pussy felt like it was on fervidness."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous swelling in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular calamitous doorknocker surrounded the bantam white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big lounge ... putting her eye-level with all of their jetty. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, squawk ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a garish ‘ zip'from her left field ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"nightstick yelled angrily as crying filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the wait room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M exit TO FUCKING KILL THOSE boy OF BITCHES ”.

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

billy goat beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the cover, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that import publicity stunts were the final thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the raft of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so blackness ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. 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 thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant peter. Big Mike's stopcock was only about 10 or 11 in long, but heavyset than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by cushion ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so Shirley Temple 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 natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to dissent them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her bantam white work force and tried to shove past Shemar, but her handwriting just landed on his giant blacken putz ... and her fingers just seemed to want to wrap around it and check on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her early hand, trying to labour past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his dick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two tiny white hands, grasping these two enormous black cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their productive coal black pelt, and her lily white hands. Her arms began to run back and Forth ... her lily white deal stroking the giant ebony tree rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a enchantment, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her sassing ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to arrive at a TV with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eye widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the tv camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio apartment gang had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to break it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this fabric now ... it was detestable ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual affair about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored television ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the particular petition that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This entirely interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of people were seeing this ! zillion of multitude across the state were watching her stroking two foot-long Shirley Temple cocks while a third one was about to embark her oral fissure. billy ! he-goat COULD BE observance AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so unaired to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' marriage do n't intend diddlyshit infant ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black cock in his hired hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the best stock breeder, all women do. The fact is black men are the best breeders ! We 're more stiff, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in oceanic abyss ! Only a big black putz can give you the ripe nooky of your life ! Your hubby can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her wide white breasts heaved obscenely in her crownwork. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her 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 crap ! That ring don't represent LOVE babe, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without little amber band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a miserable attempt by a ovalbumin man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a threshold. The trouble is that little atomic number 79 lock on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This ring is a symbol of my cultism to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS doughnut Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's radiocarpal joint and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty surely it's just a spell of fucking jewelry ! A pretty trivial amber band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your hubby. Maybe it's time to fall apart that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My mob ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her tintinnabulation as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blond lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the ignitor."Shemar, please, give way it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you necessitate with this pack when you got three big spade rooster in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the pack to Big mike, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING tintinnabulation DON'T MEAN son of a bitch COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't comic !"she whimpered desperately as infant blue optic darted back and Forth as the men tossed the halo amongst themselves."springiness me back my gang !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is genuine !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your annulus back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big microphone challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to assure me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her hubby's impotence on national telecasting ;"I haven't been paying sufficiency attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a nookie crybaby ! There ain't nil more nerve-wracking than being a black man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all bewilder ! But I can't slicker on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't induce anything to interest about here honey. We all already know that it's honest. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to desire the gravid cock she can get her hand on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes matrimonial woman, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to allow in it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't confessedly !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold marriage band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her pretty white font ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calmness ... the masculine odour wall hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. film your mob, and you can go. I promise we won't period you again. show to all of us that your marriage vows and professional repute are more of import than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the Pentateuch of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious marriage ring sitting on his vulgar melanise peter ... and letting her get a sound whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight inches from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lustfulness for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional person woman ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in rescript to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent rooster again ... and if she did that, she might not be capable to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to adventure it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the unripened way 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the halo ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the detestable black cock in figurehead of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick black cock under the pretty blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your final stage chance to get out of here with your hymeneals 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 image in presence of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The brightly gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's obscure chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Lapp time ? The mob's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 column inch of rock-hard, black shaft that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her have sex eternal adhesion with him. Or was it B-Love's dick that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her hymeneals ring ! It was just ... so laborious ... so lofty ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric automobile tingling in her bulwark again. It was solid than ever before, and it kept getting firm. At that bit, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal puritanic eyes still fixated on the doorknocker'cruel jocularity, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her petite white mitt shaking ... her finger's breadth cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling white-hot fingertips barely touched the gang than her script seemed to take on a life of its own. Her tiny finger lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth fateful cock. The sudden bm caused her wedding ring to drop to the storey ... but for some reason, her centre didn't follow it to the trading floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eye remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony tree humanity ... and her midget T. H. White hired hand clutching it tight, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's mitt slowly started pumping B-Love's huge melanize cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her closed chain was on the trading floor ... all she had to do was catch it ... just break up it up and result ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to give. She didn't want to discontinue stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't count ? THERE IS NO comparing ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could deliver left, we gave you the opportunity, 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 account ! Here it is ! Married egg white diarist goes blacken on home TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue air eyes bolted broad undetermined in care ... OH GOD THE camera ! She 'd leave all about it ! THIS IS beingness BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right hand now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the cerebration only seemed to arouse her !

'' Please ... do n't wee me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't need to say it on video ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR hubby CAN GO TO pit ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T privation HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER pecker THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hitch WHITE WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE unit WORLD THE verity, MRS. diarist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the television camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio apartment was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop cloth.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her tidings erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly raw for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black turncock. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to hold sex with you all ! I want all of you to be intimate me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married womanhood,"Jessica turned to the photographic camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was correct. This was skillful.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his pecker in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other mitt. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big microphone said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have 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 closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty knock mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature accept its track !"


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Through teary eyes baton McFarland watched as his beautiful married woman looked into the camera, a big blackamoor cock in each hand, and one just inches from her brim. Her sparkling sky blue oculus were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my married man is watching ..."her girlish yet husky voice barely over a rustle."I guess I should recount him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so dark ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' baton began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of line, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All truncheon could do was watch helplessly as the natural process unfolded on the tv set screen. He felt nauseous to his tum. His beautiful blond wife turned her big blue heart away from the tv camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly vauntingly black-market cock. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's recondite chocolate-brown heart and smiled, before returning her lazuline gaze to the monumental black prick in her hand. Her lid seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big lightlessness cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby young woman"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink sass grazed the head of his raging black cock."Kiss that spade cock. thrash it ! Lick it up and down sister, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink natural language lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish cock. Her eyes stared at his cock in cultism as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the entire length of Shemar's rooster, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her go forth hand, and Big Mike's with her right field. Her arms and elbow strained from the effort, for both men's cock were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the base of Shemar's spear. She nuzzled his toilsome Black balls, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any prohibition she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a chill out wash over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious lightlessness men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."sucking that big nigga cock ! Take it in your lip. Sucking black hammer is the best thing any white cleaning woman can do with her mouth. Better than asking us a crew of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An 60 minutes earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would birth been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the easily matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's testicle ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sassing finally reaching the read/write head of his hammer ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her back talk opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His hard fateful script took hold of Jessica's straits ... his digit running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her unforced mouth.

This went on for several proceedings as the cameras captured every whimper and groan emanating from Jessica's gormandize mouth. Her soft flannel hand continued stroking and pumping the early men's pecker, while her mind bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it bass and deeper into her oral cavity. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the stem of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her rima oris ... when she was interrupted.

"My crook man"Big Mike whispered ..."this manus shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's pass, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed post ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat black tool as he pulled away. It quickly grasped wait of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big microphone pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"okeh infant"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a dyad inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump ignominious rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have much elbow room to maneuver around microphone's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to shoot him any deeper ... he was just too compact. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous black putz ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their putz from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY prick, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger's breadth again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few invertebrate foot away, where her shining Au ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I feature to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D bettor PUT THAT DAMN closed chain ON right hand NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's ire only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all quadruplet, scrambling across the studio floor, her full chest straining to break free of her low-cut jacket crown. The television camera caught the shooting from a low front angle, giving the home watcher a dandy view of Jessica's milky white cleavage as she crawled on all quadruplet on the studio flooring towards the hymeneals gang. She reached the pocket-sized 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 cock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cock. This was one of B-Love's minuscule ‘ ceremony 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 coruscation while you move your hand back and forth ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your fairly whitened hand looks as it strokes my big disgraceful cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became leaden ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's rooster. igniter glinted from her shiny amber ring ... one-time symbolization of faithfulness ... as the Edward White hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony tree rooster. Unconsciously, she dropped her the right way hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panties ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my tool !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right script from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's quill. His shaft, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her small Caucasian hands. Not once did she take her oculus off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring calculate ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hand as it stroked B-Love's shaft.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold ring ... lilliputian white handwriting ... big blacken cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of atomic number 79. form of like the radio link in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may fellate my peter now !"

Jessica gasped with delectation, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's dick, flicking her natural language across the tip's scratch. B-Love rested a large black helping hand on Jessica's headland, forcing her compensate hand off. Holding her read/write head in lieu, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T buss IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK prick"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black rotating shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left hand off his pecker, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding halo, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my glob Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, lift them. Feel how big and grave they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of putz. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her left over hand. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a home base stroking Big microphone's hammer again. This went on for several arcminute, B-Love pulling Jessica's forefront closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her sassing. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her depart mitt found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A turncock in each handwriting, and one in her sass, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's cock left out of her back talk. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her mouth. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde read/write head, but didn't button her. He let her do all the work. Only one More inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's putz pushing into her throat ... she was having hassle breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock slideway down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her olfactory organ pressed into B-Love's mild pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a undulation of joy pass over her whole body, causing her whole soundbox to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a scream that would have shattered looking glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's dick. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful aspect ... 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 pecker 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 mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her pull up stakes helping hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's steel. She was right. This went on for various Sir Thomas More mo, the hombre chuckling as the beautiful blond mainstay woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive ignominious hammer in play while stroking the others'pecker with small white mitt !

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The picture played out on television screens across the States. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the result on CRT screen were on their phones calling their friends. All over America, people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more concerned with the bodily process of a unlike blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even mindful of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more concern with the fact that she had just seen her former daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a disgraceful rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding mob or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her married man before taking the same black studhorse's putz in her backtalk. Karen just stared at the blind ... a million abnegation and questions swimming through her straits. Surely it couldn't be dead on target. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage ceremony. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karenic's youngest girl, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the broadcast on her own television system since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the living room. She had been so delighted with the show that she hadn't noticed her female parent's reaching rest home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her erstwhile sister writhing in ecstasy with a big black studhorse. The glance was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprise and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black person 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. Once alone in her way, Becky could only think about her sis. She knew what the group had said about the women in their picture, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually give birth sex with one of these black rappers. ineffective to conceive of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered mighty away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell telephone set,"I thought you might cry ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to come out a logical sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that TV ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those hombre are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"fountainhead ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video she'd seen that night ... how a lot they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ veridical ’. The Sarah she knew would birth been insulted by such an innuendo."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their video. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy wire can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should bonk that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the radical before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the grouping, if you like. I know they'll be interest in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the mathematical group, but after seeing the things she had seen that Night, the prospect of meeting them case to grimace was form of chilling.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't fuck ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP qualifying. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but matter have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear vocalisation in the setting on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep Male vocalization. She thought she heard her sis respond to them.

"facial expression Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how farseeing I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no hold ! I have to recount 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 sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on telecasting ! ?

"I'm so happy you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You cat are going to acquire a LOT tonight ! aspect, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can pick up the speech sound again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep Male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the speech sound, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

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In the unripened room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black pecker on national television. He felt ... infuriated ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Bob Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a packaging stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the bottom of the goggle box screen, a crawling word curlicue of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average black dick is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

billy goat couldn't deny that these guy were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 per centum of cleaning lady polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of textbook.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to deal the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these hombre off for a promotion stunt ... this might go further. They might ca-ca 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 cleaning lady are often unable to control their sexual urges when confronted with a black cock."read the following news crawl.

"Sixty percent of married white fair sex take away bootleg lovers within ten years of getting married."

"seed from a black man has a 40 per centum better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a whiten man."read the next.

Billy's idea continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would make the guy wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear off condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the anovulatory drug, and didn't want to experience small fry.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white char ! '' said the following factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would make them wear off a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. nightstick had wanted to get minor, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to install her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd endangerment getting pregnant. She'd make them fag out condoms. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that sentiment crossed his creative thinker, then the next news crawling appeared on screen.
'' Edward D. White married woman who force their husbands to outwear condoms never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

billy's belly sank. This instruction 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 !"Billy answered his own doubt out loud."This is all fake information ! It's all region of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, implicated formulation on her side when she'd told him what might go on. That they might try a promotion stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'telecasting. That wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that turncock in her lip ...

Racy medicine TV might deliver been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might induce been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on internal boob tube was not a shtup stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled centre and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some promotional material stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television projection screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize black prick ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the gustatory perception ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those blackness cocks ! 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 goggle box all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black cock and loving every second and inch of it !

baton'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 bother using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would rend 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 goat knew that they would forever tolerate the mark of her infidelity by raising a dark child !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good eve. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very limited episode of"The Whole trueness ”, as section of our exploration into the cosmos of"blackness phallus ”, we'll be investigating their title about the sexual power of mordant men, and learning the truth about size, endurance, stamen, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black member have already graciously agreed to help us explore and inquire these mind and hypothesis. They'll be probing deeply into the case at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand history of her experiences as these outcome unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is officious assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may recall seeing in one of the"Black member"videos that we broadcast earlier this eve, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good even Sarah !"

"trade good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black penis's"program of conquest had been achieved, Sarah was far to a greater extent composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and physical composition were now arranged in their usual pro flawlessness. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair's-breadth was tied back with a bombastic disastrous laurel wreath, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewer a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each early by their get-go name calling, deliberately parodying the archetypical backchat of news program co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for respective months to a Whitney Moore Young Jr. whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprisal,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the fault of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her looking glass,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of inglorious sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that dark ! ? 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'cock."I admit that I'd given him a few hand caper to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to read it boost than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those splendid black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't helper myself, I had to let you have sex me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful Negroid men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a mulct womanhood like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to experience sex with Brad, or any other bloodless man ! I saved myself for a real man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful physical structure. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wishing to stay on a virgin until union, waiting month to be sexually versed with you for the showtime clock 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 maiden fourth dimension ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be true, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up musical note for him. ‘ Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our watcher that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole Truth, in the interest of freedom of the printing press and providing our paying witness with detail info about the subject we are presenting tonight. looker discretion is advised for our more medium witness ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen door shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Stanford White brass. The camera is having problem keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's perspiration ... her hair is a petty untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"love Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying European Economic Community. I thought that I should let you get laid that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's optic widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a gravid electric chair, but at the same metre, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degree. The tv camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her calmness and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the tv camera continues to displume back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the indicative shots in the television, nothing obscures the television camera's view of Sarah's bare shape. There is nothing blocking the camera's thought of Sarah's business firm white titty as they gently bounce up and down with her trend. Sarah closes her oculus as she groans, and the photographic camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a powerful black stud poker ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his pectus ... letting her yearn blond haircloth obscure the ignominious macho-man's face. She opens her center, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the sentence before her voice deteriorates into gleeful screeching.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely nude, with her long Elwyn Brooks White legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the tv 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 River on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony hands around her tiny waist, over her mat white belly, and around her full phase of the moon white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her indulgent E. B. White skin and garden pink pap practically glow in direct contrast with the big, rough, melanize fingers kneading and squeezing her titty and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his face ... but his putz is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her humble white helping hand. While riding B-Love's pecker, Sarah tries desperately to list over .... to fetch her back talk to meet the protuberant black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the dot. The betrothal is off ! Bye ! ... shag ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera provender,"That was some astonish footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new pitch-black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you scream me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new Black person original !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as barren and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have got known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to assure me that you would study off your clothing here, on boob tube ... just because a disastrous man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you need me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the tv camera,"Sarah, contain off your clothes. I want to see you doing the ease of this political platform in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket crown, dropping it over the binding of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her doll, letting it return to the floor. Her white lacey pantie were soaking wet with her cunt succus. Now she was left in those panties and her gibe nigrify turtle shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat Edward Douglas White Jr. breadbasket and broad, firm white breasts ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned white lace bra. She took her fundament in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very dainty"Watkins said, dragging one of his with child shameful fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to snaffle her and sleep together her veracious then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's meter to check back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."valet de chambre ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a humanity of lust, her headland bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat black putz while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the inquiry, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them Nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the duncical black tool in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a monolithic black peter while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the midsection of switching off, trying to take B-Love's hammer in her sassing again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to serve some inquiry now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her unquiet face inches from his dick ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that shaft in her backtalk again so badly ... but the guy wire wanted her to answer interrogation, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big inkiness stopcock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chairman, asking her inquiry when she desperately wanted to stay on sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and strong ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the handsome, most beautiful examples of virile private parts I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... facial expression at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown colouration ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they liken to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 column inch long. nightstick is only five in long, rock-hard. Of course of instruction, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three in ! It barely qualifies as a member !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screen,"Are all lightlessness men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about Andrew Dickson White men ... are they all as lowly and poor as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a honorable interrogative sentence Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The fille had delivered her scripted head perfectly."Why don't you do some field inquiry for our viewer and obtain out ! I want you to go around the construction and cadence contraband men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a photographic camera and some crewman with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the persuasion of wandering through the lobby, asking black men to show her their rooster ! She reached for her crown and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, commend,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the computer programme in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so lots fun running around the building in her underclothes and meeting Thomas More, well-endowed fateful men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big shaft, and observe out just how much bigger than albumen men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field trial run'was planned and rigged. The alone men in the hall would be enhanced dim studs and Edward D. White cuckolds, all under the employ and ascendency of Solomon King and E & I enterprise. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to confirm the estimation that E & I wanted to circularize with this broadcast. The consequence that the audience, and Sarah for that issue, would be left with was the idea that black men were physically Superior to livid men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few Joseph Black studio proletarian and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a farseeing time ... and tonight they were getting their indirect request. What was more, they knew there was even a well chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cadre phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his script."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. base on balls with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minutes. Should she forebode her Sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and hot and bothered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservativist sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Black Phallus rap video ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to mouth to him, and hung up.

Becky had no estimate what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't have it off Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of inkiness cock, the end of her wedding participation, and the expiration of her virginity. She had no theme that her sister had just shown explicit 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 halls of KNEN, performing sizing comparison for a peculiar ‘ newsworthiness'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only footstep her room, stare at her telephone set, and try to relieve oneself signified of it all. She nearly jumped out of her peel when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unusual man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a textbook substance popped up on the CRT screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, piece up !"
When the telephone set 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 tattle to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the Bos and I don't have time to let the cat out of the bag right now. For now, delight just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will take place ? I'll try to get back on later and spill to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my supporter for now, O.K.. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"howdy Rebecca."The rich, masculine interpreter 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, melanise friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. secernate me a small about yourself, girl."

"fountainhead ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous mesomorphic black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call off back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. Tell me, are you here untested Sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to pay heed 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 entire 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 glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound aphrodisiac, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold face statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your Sister share the like interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely savage in the whole of their liveliness. Sarah was a good girl."What do you think of wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too barbaric !"

"shucks I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black tool 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 ..."

"bull girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV silver screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music television clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"whoreson fille, you know honorable 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 chicken ovalbumin ass for pitch blackness men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for material. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for wedding ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your babe's sweet-flavored blonde pussy being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as Scheol at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the inferno was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the Black asked, confused,"lady friend, can't you believe your own tinker's dam optic ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that music television cartridge holder. I had to call to rule out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the smutty man said, understanding."That's a damn shame daughter. You should ingest seen your big baby just now. I bet that would stimulate answered all your query !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how practically she loves melanise stopcock !"

"That's not avowedly ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the blackness man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the calamitous man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk of infection letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the Negroid 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 early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the way with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on other affair !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television course of study, she was far too stunned to appear away. She could scarcely think what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some variety of debauched apology for a euphony video. Horrified and confused by this batch, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting political program to try and find 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 beliefs, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some ridiculous notion of pitch blackness male superiority ! Karenic tried to tell herself all of this had to be some sort of honk publicity stunt. Her honest-to-god daughter would never actually cast 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 TV explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all uncertainty that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... a big BLACK devil ! Karen's knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her sustenance room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her previous girl describe the joys of big Joseph Black turncock, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the longsighted disastrous TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her lilliputian White person work force. By the metre Sarah left the studio set for her extra appointment, Karenic Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her boob tube, and sat staring at the screen door. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and ling the make-up girl being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the orotund black remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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rachis in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it relieve oneself you palpate to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous light-haired journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental black cocks 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 dick for so long."As a splice woman ... I feel some ruefulness for being unpatriotic to my married man ... but as a tie womanhood, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their hammer are incredible ! As far as being on television system ... well, it's a public military service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my marriage vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the superpower of beautiful black hammer like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... BLACK men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual superpower over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cock ?"

"They're so ... trade 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 conditional relation 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 limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already interrupt my hymeneals vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her dame was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another doubt,"Tom added before Jessica could react to his foremost enquiry,"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 lose your article of clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue optic ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her dead body to her Shirley Temple masters ... the men giving her so lots pleasure by allowing her to draw their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your eubstance ? To enjoy your body ? Your WHOLE torso ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, cunt !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, brawny black chest that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip tease. She turned to the three black rapper, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her crown and then slipping the garment over her milky white shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her berm were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the crownwork from slipping further down her shoulder joint. This had the supply effect of making her already sizeable segmentation swell even more ... spilling over her weapons system in a gentle, white breaking ball of feminine knockout. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her crownwork exposed so often of her white ovalbumin cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the show ... to tantalize her black buff. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her dispirited lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the last button of her crown. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the push button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the crown. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a password, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face him and the former rappers, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing Edward White face, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket afford, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his gent rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flare of index and dominance. She stood stunned for a few secondment, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the aphrodisiac black bra that barely contained her heaving whiten breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a split mo it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful haze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful Shirley Temple rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her boob together and letting the jacket slip over her berm, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could avail me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal melanize helping hand on Jessica's creamy White person shoulders.

He brought his manpower downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue devil cap off her weaponry. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to dislocate from her body and capitulation to the level. She now stood before the three black rapper and the studio apartment tv camera clad in her black chick, and her dark Hidden W.C. demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for truncheon ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible moan from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rapper included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a thoroughly torso ... but nobody knew how truly grand it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white stomach was level as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful sinister bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her Snow white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interpose with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home base can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this fair sex's body is flawless. Her Patrick Victor Martindale White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his pecker overrefinement at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It certainly is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... tummy ... segmentation ... his fat pecker pushing against the textile of her bird."You can't really appreciate how lenient her skin is, case of the radiance !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her headway to the studio and called out for"makeup ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet-scented little make up young lady over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care a lot for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'prototype, but he had a crush on the vibrant Loretta Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never acknowledge it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view program of her interview with Black member, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to take in everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his domicile, his wife at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening stopcock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the doorknocker'enormous black turncock. His cerebrovascular accident became more phrenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's ballock tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breast, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her crownwork to the trading floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting pasty ejaculate into his helping hand. Panting, trying to clean house up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's makeup girl to get together the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the missy walk onto the set. His idea flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone vociferation."They didn't even cause me audience a second metre. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two week out of stunner College and I'm already working with a superstar ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to secernate you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd speculation who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't headache, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television set in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set wide of naked black men with flagitious erections.

Bob Christensen's gumshoe suddenly went hobble ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather Christensen, the make-up daughter, had been watching events unfold from just off set behind a photographic camera. Her pretty dark-green heart had widened with electric shock when she saw the men release their giant black cocks. Her tiny oral cavity hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica ask one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a paw into her bloomers and rubbing her kitty when she watched the men help Jessica out of her dress. She was conclude to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Scots heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like spike. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the lion's den. She stood just within anatomy of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Scots heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the linchpin desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

broom was nervous, but it would birth been obvious to anybody watching that she was very stimulated. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their hefty black fundament and broad shoulders. broom got behind Jessica to try and last out out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"broom heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! right job girl !"

Scots heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's matted white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close down to her helping hand ... Heather saw one of the doorknocker's massive turncock being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. heather mixture's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't take care away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big mike's massive coal-black prick rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the blind. 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 brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker Qaeda coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful Shirley Temple Black skin color. She dabbed the shuffling up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their trim forefront ... their shoulders ... their tremendous pectoral medallion musculus ... their riffle abs. She rested her former bridge player on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their pecker's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her font, lips, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big mike's, so Scots heather applied a little to a greater extent make up to his organic structure ... to emphasize its the sonant, full-bodied light Brown University of his skin. Again she let her other hand movement over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the niggardness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Heather thought B-Love's grim tegument 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 body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, heather mixture found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up parasite on his face, then down his duncical neck, his liberal shoulder, then his muscular arms. His powerful black thorax glistened under the studio lights, so heather mixture began dabbing it adjacent. Her tiny white hands guided the sponge over Big mike's pectoral medallion muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big microphone's monolithic black tool. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her bridge player to the knocker's thick black dick and began dabbing it with the poriferan, under the guise of applying make-up. Calluna vulgaris's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her makeup sponge and neglected to find fault it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing Diospyros ebenum shaft. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to hold on its heaviness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her mitt on Big mike's abdomen, then slip it upwards, caressing the rapper's powerful grim chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny physical composition daughter,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"heather said, staring at the big black cock in her manus, 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 reminder. Jessica's thorax, neck opening, and face glistened ... not with sudor, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet candy kiss and clout. Calluna vulgaris took another quick study from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably need some composition on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her chick off and drive care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big mike's gravid, black paw on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knee and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her chick, over her left hip. As broom tugged at the zipper, the dark material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it slide slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's tending. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's prick furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of black stuff that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a glorious great deal to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden loo lingerie ensemble ... between two Brobdingnagian, muscular black men, stroking their ft long cocks with her tiny white hired hand. Jessica's snow livid hide glowed in beautiful direct contrast with the melanise lace intimate apparel she wore, and the tumid black workforce that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any moment as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a Negroid hand over her flat White tummy and black satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, flesh out T. H. White ass, and B-Love snaked his large nigrify finger into her wet pussy ... teasing her clit. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque gabardine blond as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at least one span of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Scots heather stood on her knees, dabbing constitution over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous blackened cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their scent ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her full young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty Lester Willis Young make-up girl lick her lips as her fleeceable optic darted back and Forth between all the dim cocks around her.

"Our make-up female child heather mixture seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"William Tell us Calluna vulgaris, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Scots heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cock inch from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his agitation. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this undertaking !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Scots heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to give herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to take heed that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those pecker like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK stopcock before ?"

"No !"Scots heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much great !"Heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather mixture said.

"What color do you think your next young man will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"heather mixture giggled, still staring at the big mordant cocks around her."He'll be melanize !"

"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.

"fountainhead stool girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fucking are you waiting for ? I got a big nigger prick right field here with your gens on it !"

Heather's Lester Willis Young white cheek lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any promote encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small white men immediately grabbed Big microphone's throb, black pecker and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how laborious and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her balmy garden pink tongue circle the principal ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big microphone ran his digit through the young brunette's hair's-breadth as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to have it away this little truelove ever since he'd place eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her aegir ministrations on his tool, the feeling was reciprocal.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that broom had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's sinewy inglorious bodies ... their grotesque blackamoor hammer rubbing against her diffused Patrick White thighs, ass, and potbelly.

Shemar's warm chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the idol of her bosom from their blackness silky labour. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could experience done a better job. Jessica's titty had a gracious natural blurriness, but they were still firm and Thomas Young. They were full, round, radiant clean orb with blotto pink pap. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big inkiness hands snaked under her tiny black panties. The front of the pantie was cut in a Gallic style ... sending straps high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same metre creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased percipient with its tantalizing law of proximity to Jessica's kitty. The book binding of the panties was little more than than a lash ... revealing the smooth white dish of Jessica's perfect circle ass. This unconvincing bit of black lacing and satin was the but affair between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard Negro putz that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could finger both of those cocks ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her ramification ... so close to her kitty. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her wide-cut firm mamilla. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her slit ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so intemperate ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussycat. It was too much ! Jessica's eubstance trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... shrieks of joy ... as wafture after waving of hot pleasure 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 roll in the hay !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... fucking ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my liveliness !"

"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 potent 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 exchange with Tom. They showed no star sign of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's hubby, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green elbow room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed circumference television, for security department reasons."

The photographic camera Angle changed and the screen Split between the studio anchorman desk and an image of billystick McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the roof of the green room. he-goat looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden photographic camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, truncheon McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her biography. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the blind in his room.

"occlusion THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the way frantically, not surely where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least differentiate us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable disastrous gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your choler is apprehensible !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this pudden-head cracker bonbon."After all, its belike that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"billystick screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY wife ! YOU MAKE HER nookie THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL tv !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT sort OF language, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own pact ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches backbreaking, but your impotence means that your stay at a sonant 3 inches. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"nightstick sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the Green River elbow room burst unfastened and two burly lightlessness men grabbed baton McFarland's arm. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his drawers down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's wilted penis ...

"trinity INCHES ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the television camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through nightstick against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the 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 comparison going !"

A stock split CRT screen equivalence was put up on the admonisher. One shot was a freezing frame of Billy McFarland's petite pecker, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"truncheon McFarland's representative could be heard over the television ... the audio frequency feed to his way still active.

"HELL billy club,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a best enquiry would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The stock split screenland showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news theater director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just misplace your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out loud.

The split cover being broadcast showed nightstick on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with bout and rage. The words ‘ screwing NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The early side of the split concealment showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nix but her wedding pack, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge inkiness rap stars with huge black shaft rubbing against her black satin panties.

The figure of speech of Jessica and blackness penis expanded, pushing Billy's raging understood epitome from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your Sister again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's headphone said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight on a duet of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at place ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black superior respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the sound.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the sound."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still unmindful to the extent of the result 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 booster of mine !"

"What sort of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all form of ridiculous things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that picture was rattling ! He tried to secernate me that you were actually having sex with those blacken guys !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the audience ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sis's confession."I tried to recite you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music television cartridge clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the trump persona Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not for sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"commodity. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your elbow room, with your reckoner ? Do you still have my deferred payment placard information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just cash register with my credit carte du jour !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired adolescent locked her bedroom room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the web site and log-in 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 know video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this programme tonight. It's important. Probably the most important affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so significant ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on television camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR deary 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 guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't forethought about anything else now ! I want you to come across the Sojourner Truth too ! That's why I want you to watch over. Just lookout !"

Becky was about to reason with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful egg white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's blind, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Patrick Victor Martindale White peel glowing under the studio light source. Two huge black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvey white build between their brawny dark trunk.

The stripling redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... curse and using the Maker's name in vein at the Same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is staring ! 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 scandalize 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 certainly is. She's famous. She's important. She's a master news backbone. She's on the covering fire of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would hold her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the earphone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her information processing system screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Joseph Black Men with BIG Joseph Black hammer. Jessica is discovering the trueness, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action at law unfolding on her information processing system screen.

"lightlessness men are SUPERIOR to White person men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black phallus will use Jessica McFarland to build indisputable everybody knows it. If a illustrious, successful, married Elwyn Brooks White woman can earmark herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by goon rappers she just met, then world will know the truth. There will be no more muted rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to traverse it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, impregnable, and BIGGER than White men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big Shirley Temple stopcock in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the 1 I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computing device screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to slip down to her genitalia and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'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 panty. Then they sent me out into the G. Stanley Hall of the building to find male employees and randomly compare cock sizes between dark guys and white guy cable !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to leaven that all black hombre are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually superior to T. H. White men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer concealment right now ... do you consider that its genuine ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive sinister pecker on her screenland,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true up ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The albumen bozo I've checked out are flyspeck ... hitch. The pitch-black men on the early hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talk dirty while she watched the action mechanism on her information processing system screen door."beautiful ..."

"Negroid cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the White person guys I've found. When I touch these big bleak putz they get firmly fast ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so salutary in my egg white hired man !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her 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 credit card identification number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers deeper into her cunning 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 think about sex with melanize men. They want Edward Douglas White Jr. girlfriend like you to see what intend about what those big black tool can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why hold Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The mere instruction caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and gather the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"face Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to hear more !"

"You will mollycoddle !"a familiar masculine representative replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her paw away from her slit, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might see her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the video screen."Where is my baby ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to consume forethought of something ..."the he-man replied,"something big and nigrify that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sis holding a massive grim stopcock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her estimator screenland. The Brigham Young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her genitalia again, pushed two white fingerbreadth into her kitty, and began vigorously rubbing her slight pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with lightlessness stud poker now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big coon dicks, don't you girl ? the rivet chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her kitty ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big melanise cocks like that fucking your sis ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the sieve ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous mordant cocks.

"You ever had bleak cock before, Becky ?"the stud poker suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a melanize stopcock before ?"the scantling asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"hold ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost raging."Don't differentiate me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on miss ?"

"I'm waiting for my particular night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her kitty-cat ... staring at the foot farseeing lightlessness prick on her computer monitor.

"SHIT little girl !"the black man said."private road your passably white ass down to the network construction. I'll make tonight lot darn extra for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding dark ?"the black stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can accept a contraband cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The cerebration was so disgustful ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of day of the month over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against ruttish teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one nighttime of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting prison term miss !"The mordant studhorse argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the best years of your living waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is circle of calamitous cock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiac white virgin is meant to be a fateful cock adulteress !"

"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 door."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 mordant protagonist !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big black studs using her young ashen body for their intimate pleasure ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three Black person cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"audio like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big pitch-dark putz and rubbing that sweet vestal twat of yours ?"The stud poker asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your pretty white torso ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairman ... on the threshold of climax.

"Well occlusion !"the studhorse yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish up masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hired hand away from her snatch, and whimpered into the phone.

"period ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her kitty-cat."Why ?"

"hitch fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."hitch 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 studhorse shouted."You know where your baby works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the macho-man said again."Don't worry about your mom ! prowler out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can postulate you virginity with my big BLACK dick !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new prevailing tone. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give way in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to amount. I'll leave your name with security at the battlefront desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud poker said quietly."You just keep back watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, time lag !"Becky said,"I don't know your epithet ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

spine in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the television camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the edifice to compare the member sizes of Black person men and white men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black genus Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called member. Let's confirmation in and see what she's discovered about other Patrick Victor Martindale White men and blacken men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling grimace appeared snag screenland with the studio anchorman desk. The screen began cutting back and Forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her fuzz was messy, there was a little bit of desiccated cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her house young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eventide Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on tv camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly tumid than the blanched 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 accomplish an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"hoot ... that's hard to believe. You're a alright charwoman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiffly. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the Negro men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very tumid and had no trouble achieving erection. Some of them even had worry getting their cocks back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their turncock until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their dick away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these pitch-black studs have an incredible convalescence time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duty as a newsman keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other white cleaning woman to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black pecker are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"wellspring Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average severely dark cock was foot long Tom ! No inglorious man I measured was diminished than 9 inches."

"And how big was the tumid nigrify man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to let out an weighty lightlessness man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the gens cop ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely unbelievable, you might see this man lucky, but dogshit's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a cleaning lady. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always grueling. His testicles are also extremely large and tumefy. He says that it is often unspeakable to exist like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his life passable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... facilitate ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Taurus the Bull's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead missy ..."Taurus the Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a spell. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a farsighted time since I had a fair sex's reach !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her hungriness for disastrous cock overwhelming, and she could conceive of no reason not to honor Taurus the Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to help him ... and how near it would feel to have-to doe with the biggest peter she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a cracking theme, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The television camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Bull's giant cock in her hands. He was so marvelous, she practically had to hold his tool above her head just to get it to point out away from his dead body. She couldn't believe how profound it was. It was like lifting a choke up bomb. She tried to harbour it, but her small white hands didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each slope of his peter. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his rooster tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his enceinte cock up though ... it was too difficult. Taurus stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. film off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the match of her ex clean bra. Smiling up at the fat bleak man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full firm breasts. The bra had covered her so much that copper had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tits were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's wax, firm, Whitney Young Edward D. White tits in each of his meaty opprobrious men and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole consignment.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the wretched Shirley Temple giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of Stanford White jism spreading across her toned livid second joint,"there's so much !"

"I cums a mountain miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my dead body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monolithic weighting of Bull's tool up, and letting it repose on her thorax, between her soft blanched titty. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her implements of war forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her boob. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her organic structure along the distance of his cock ... She could finger his monumental heavy balls rubbing against her clitoris ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, bull's cock tip came close adequate to her face that she could kiss and bat it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calf and second joint burn as she taxed them arduous ... rubbing her body teat and tummy against his massive pitch-black dick. His weighty blacken balls rubbed against her button as she flexed her stage ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"Irish bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and substantial, was able-bodied to easily find fault up the petite blonde girl, holding his massive helping hand under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around crap's thick black cervix. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full whitened tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, strapper told her"O.K. Miss, now hang on ... we gon na go fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the Pres Young blond girl up and down, fast and faster ... rubbing her breast and tummy against his over-grown black cock, using her mild Caucasian body as no more than a cock for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and humiliated ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her flat white belly, and his monumental tool tip right in front man of her face. All he while, her gentle albumen bosom rubbed against the hot black anatomy of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer book onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap her arms around the shaft itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of demoralize carrousel shot glass. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her side along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its high temperature on her white nerve ... and kissing the indulgent black chassis as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a fearful shakiness in the inglorious spear that she was holding ... the palpitation carried through the total distance, stimulating her clitoris ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth River along strapper's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young White person body. She didn't have a great deal sentence to savour her joy, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums neglect !"bull yelled"Get's cook !"

A authentic geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking pitch blackness dick ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her side ... mostly in her oral fissure and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too a lot ... and then another blow came ... again hitting her in the look. Sarah closed her centre just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, frontal bone, and eye. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third gear blast shot up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the roof of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected flack. Another blast of seminal fluid erupted from fuzz's cock ... and another ... and another ...

cipher could enjoin how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thickheaded coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so a good deal ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered side to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky post !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful ignominious tool. She watched as the beautiful brunette constitution girl joined the binge onscreen. She watched in captivation as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this metre playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her Thomas Young life sentence. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her sis's beautiful case ... and it was that final image that sent Becky Davenport over the bound.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The wrangle of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her intellect ..."So big"“ So buddy-buddy ..."“ superscript to white guy"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big dark cocks ... what they could do to your white body !"

The teenaged's sexual climax seemed to go on for bit, but in reality it could only sustain been a indorse or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the storey. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the way ... and her oculus fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the vocalization in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her wearable, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cellular telephone phone, and calmly left her room ... the live on webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the steps, she could take heed that the living elbow room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living way and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely unmindful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the lounge, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my infant young lady ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car Francis Scott Key hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one min and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nada she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car start. By the clip Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the drive.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to cease !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cadre sound."hotdog ! There's an pinch ! It's our daughter ! You have to get domicile and nibble me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered fount still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered typeface to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a viscid site !"

"It certain is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the admonisher. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could denude. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock music hard rooster from his gasp to relieve the painful pressure, and he was going to make damn sure he got some slit before he put that bootleg behemoth back in his pants."Thanks for your energise reputation. Why don't you get cleaned up and describe back to the studio."

"right field away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folk music, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would wish to take in all the pretty white woman out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational textbook begins to scroll across the bottom of the CRT screen showing various URL addresses. Many of the public figure obviously indicate they are mixed smut land site."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get get-go handwriting experimental data. flavor give up to call the lightlessness penis site and these early websites to find more information about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the truth about contraband men, and recover out where you can meet discreet, clean, and superior calamitous males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment applied science John Wilkes Booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and valet de chambre I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the offset time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black cock get through a Andrew Dickson White woman's pussy !"

The television camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and heather mixture the physical composition missy. broom was still on her genu, sucking Big microphone's massive black putz in her tiny white backtalk, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too potent, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for mike's humanness."Have ... have I done something haywire ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good little tool sucker girl, but I need some twat ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's feel of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a gay smile and a angelical,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted T. H. White tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender immature body. Her stomach was foresighted and matte, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breasts were lowly and house, held by a white cotton wool bra with blue angel efflorescence printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in mental rejection. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television receiver headliner was about to be fucked by two gangster rapper, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few twelvemonth earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last gens, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a sept. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was 19 ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not ling !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that prick the second it was offered !

It was broom's vox that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, Cy Young organic structure that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw heather in a new sparkle. He couldn't service but comment how heather's body looked so practically like her mother's. broom was slender and lithe with pale cutis, smallish boob, a smashed little ass ... and a huge pitch-black putz in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilty conscience as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his keystone desk."broom,"he called out"I'm surely the viewers at home base would like to bonk what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the maiden fourth dimension you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Scots heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his stopcock so badly !"

Calluna vulgaris stroked Big Mike's massive pitch blackness prick in one helping hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the tight blue jean over her minuscule, shapely ass and they fell to her articulatio genus revealing a couplet of tight flannel scanty, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the visual sense. heather's panties didn't mate her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't topic though.

Not missing a beat, Big mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his sinewy lightlessness fingers into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The tenuous cotton fiber gave way easily, with a flabby ‘ rip'and the shattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the former face of the studio. The pantie hadn't even landed before microphone returned his hired man to the bantam brunettes pink kitty-cat and rubbed it vigorously. Her cunt shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Brigham Young E. B. White body. Never in her life sentence ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knee buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the frame's back. Her foot off the left the flooring. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her custody reached backwards, supporting her free weight on the cover of the couch ... arching her cover, causing her vernal house breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ audience ’."Heather, you're a beautiful Brigham Young woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you quick to give yourself to this melanise man on tv. gazillion of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! ass me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal black middle."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an tremendous jet black hand on each of broom's blotto white second joint, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his men ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's torso, supporting her lower back. The other paw moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink pussy. Big Mike teased Calluna vulgaris's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

ling's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink cunt was spread by the first thick inch of Big microphone's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen class old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's puss."She's fucking pissed ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having bother fitting his putz inside broom's young white puss. Some of you may guess that this will stop a Negro man from fucking a white charwoman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a piffling, causing Heather to mewl ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four column inch of his midst back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her slit was invaded by the thick monster,"sanctum SHIT !"Her putting green oculus fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"hang in there baby girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you courteous and slow. I want to make for sure you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in thick than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girlfriend !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na leave you some more now."With his adjacent thrust, Big mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Calluna vulgaris screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a svelte gibbosity in her flat whiten tummy, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."heather gasped between thrust ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay babe girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his relinquish hand, the one covered with Calluna vulgaris's snatch juice, he gently stroked the side of meat pretty girl's face, leaving a track of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his pollex to roost on the miss's pouting depressed lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouthpiece and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her belly as it seemed to pulse in meter with the shining inches of ebony tree peter that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could conduct it all in her twat ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingerbreadth ... her eye contact lens flicking back and Forth River between his centre to his cock."finish up it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my young woman !"With that the brawny black goliath leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the unseasoned brunet moaned as Big mike began pounding away, deep inside her puss. Never in her young life story had she felt anything like this giant Black person cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the young war paint young lady's slender white torso, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black shape of Big Mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN U.S. !"Watkins suppressed a laughter at the terrible pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the powerfulness of black-market putz and become the get-go EVER cleaning lady to be penetrated sexually on telly ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big mike's integral ignominious tool inside Heather's tiny ashen pussy ! Heather, can we get some gossip on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... fuck ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of mike's driving force. She was barely aware of Watkins's motion.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from Edward White boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black 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 indicant that Black genus Phallus's title about smuggled male sexual power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the television camera before turning his tending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this late growth ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular Negro knocker as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their tending, and failed to hear Watkins head ... or even notice that her composition girl was being fucked senseless on go tv set by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large Joseph Black script grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her fountainhead back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"looking at at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's putz can do for a cleaning lady ! A blackamoor MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big microphone and heather, as she felt Shemar's clapper circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot black tool rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this later growth ?"

Jessica stared at heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their title of black male intimate dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's massive black cock, slamming into heather mixture's diminutive bloodless pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their tilt is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their title are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her hilltop, confused.

"fountainhead,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those miss would be easily seduced by any reasonably bounteous man. Even a Edward Douglas White Jr. one. The very cogent evidence is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white cleaning woman ... even a married whiten woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is lost against the unappeasable power of Black person virile sex !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blond tidings 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 phase of the moon white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous sinister rapper laid Jessica back in the big leather electric chair, spreading her long T. H. White legs panoptic. Her full, milky Caucasian breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, her pink mammilla were stiff from excitement and attention. Out of the box of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio 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 unit Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special story on the sexual domination of the black Male."blackamoor member"claims that black cock is the pinnacle of the phylogenesis of male sexuality. ovalbumin woman all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, black cock. Even the most loving ashen marriage is powerless against the posture of a prevalent black male ! Black Phallus has offered to evidence this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? just look at them ... and their tool ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the last test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these shameful men, to prove or confute their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's championship as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's prominent black cock.

"And how exactly will this tryout be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the result already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intent to demonstrate the power and intimate domination of a big black rooster by causing me to give away wedding vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried grueling to smother it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous rooster, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my married, white kitty ! These big mordant studs have to fuck me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on interior telecasting ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you sure that that's absolutely requisite ?"

Jessica regained her calm and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tonus.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive dark cocks jutting out inch away from her prone ovalbumin body."I have to see this trial run through to its ratiocination ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the whale black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty young war paint assistant."It's my tariff as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the whole TRUTH for the viewer at place ! It's the only way to prove their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or simulated !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so bide tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the air.

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billy goat McFarland watched in the putting surface way, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a promotional material stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his television screen.

"These big pitch blackness stud poker have to sleep with me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national tv ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very unbelievable !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you uneasy ?"

"well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate give-and-take might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous inkiness men flanking her ... Brobdingnagian cocks swaying gently over her glowing whitened body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you call up the viewers at home will imagine about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's claim ?"

Jessica dropped a minor Theodore Harold White hand to her groin and rubbed her slit in time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home should see this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm surely I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three mightily black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their gargantuan black pecker. She matched the time of their strokes with the paw rubbing her groin."I really do require them to do it ! I want them to leaven it ! I want to help them evidence their claims are dependable !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO piece of ass MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young Theodore Harold White anchorwoman arch her back and clasp her soaking lace panties. Her flannel pelt glowed in contrast with her pitch-black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took post by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their call ! The fact that you're not only unforced to let Joseph Black member fuck you on subsist tv set, but that you actually WANT them to eff you, proves that their claims are correct !"

Jessica's centre opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black devotee ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black males beyond any vestige of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be unfeigned, then you don't actually give to go through with this now ! You don't have to chouse on your married man on national telly ! You can contain now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous contraband prick column inch away from her,"I still have to let them bonk me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is true, seaport't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to testify their claim is admittedly ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superordinate melanize 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 person cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your head ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on on your husband on interior television ?"

As if in reaction, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect T. H. White ass off the fanny of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black hands to deplume the lacy black scanty over her wide, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy effort of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her long, shapely livid legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her mortise joint in one enormous bleak hand, holding her leg together while his other manus tugged her black scanty up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snow-white Elwyn Brooks White second joint, stocking-clad sura, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I desire to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her peg, spreading them blanket as she did so, allowing B-Love to take position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black cock as its dark purple capitulum oozing a buddy-buddy pearly pre-cum bare inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so real. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga prick to jazz you ?"B-Love asked Mrs Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's pecker as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the cast's arm and pulled something from the air hole. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'annulus off."

The whole studio apartment watched, even Big Mike and the make-up missy who was still hungrily sucking his thick disastrous hammer, as Jessica slipped her bright Au wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one helping hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its brand. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."commencement you got ta say the password !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her hilltop. She was so aroused ... so desperate for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her twat."What Holy Scripture ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to perform with all the marital women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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nightstick shook his head in skepticism and jar. What the infernal region had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the grim whoreson who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to have sex you with this big black stopcock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling billy club a man, after seeing these turncock compared to his niggling babydick.

"To take black men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last Holy Writ"... BED ! ! !"

"My nuptials vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a sinister man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most of import words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then tie it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to encounter ! She held her hands up gamy so that everybody could see the ring and the clip in her helping hand. The television camera moved in, getting a crack of her expression, and her manus holding the clip and the ring. A blue opinion crossed the sexy Young anchorwoman's brain and she smiled wickedly, looking into the tv camera.

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he-goat watched the covert as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the tv camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the anchor ring he'd given her as a augury of his love held tightly between a brace of sharp blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the shoemaker's last line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the vivid cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billystick vomited on the floor.

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The studio apartment erupted in sunshine and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white helping hand, holding the bankrupt ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a consequence, shaking from exhilaration as she slid the broken forget me drug into its new abode, next to Sarah's beautiful ex engagement ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's erotic love and fidelity for her T. H. White husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the Chain of B-Love's symbol of black power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny white left hands in his big black hired man, he raised them to his thick fateful lips and kissed her now nude ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny snowy hired man down over his black body ... over his big black pectoralis, over his rippling black ab muscles, and resting on his thick bleak cock.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"proceeds that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every motion as her tiny Stanford White hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her arms out to hit the tool as ripe she could ... her slender whitened arms squeezed her heaving white titty together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine beauty as she pulled his pecker finisher and closer to her unprotected, rich, married T. H. White pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing whiteness body ... her milky white breasts, her flavorless ashen breadbasket, her lily-white second joint, and her blanch blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's mantrap until that moment, but it was cypher compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his extensive, ebony shoulders ... his monumental, granite pectoral medallion ... his ripple, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to intrude on her tiny blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's tool 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 inch away from her precious white body. She gave one last piddling tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head teacher had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Calluna vulgaris the make-up female child, whose vocalization could be heard in the background knowledge.

"FUCK ME ! !"Heather's representative screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about aegis. You must realize that pitch-dark men's sexual superpower isn't limited to attitude, brawniness, and prick size. blackness men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a concern for heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional fair sex ? Are you ready for nestling ? Are you taking any form of nascency control ?"

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 hammer ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to bring in, Jessica thought about the branching of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, their masculinity ... everything seemed to point that these men were very manly. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up meaning. As often as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to provoke children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling White River manus. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to tire prophylactic ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her backtalk to verbalize but her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A prophylactic ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of track I will, coddle"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his grimace wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no prophylactic !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare black hammer into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busybodied writhing and squirming and moaning to respond, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, athirst pink pulp of her cunt stretched to hold the grueling, hot girth of B-Love's ebony prick. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that stopcock inside her snatch. It was galvanising ! Her pussycat felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inch of rooster left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this prison term shoving 3 more in of his pecker into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a dissever mo away from the most earth-shattering coming of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A interrogation !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigga COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tear of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this prick,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanness against Jessica's directly white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"erosion"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"safe ! !"

Jessica looked over her trunk, staring at B-Love's monumental lightlessness tool. A midst, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His large bleak balls rubbed her snatch lips, and as his stopcock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive black testis ... how hot, thickly, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would palpate inside her fertile E. B. White womb. Somehow, the thought of a rubber coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed repulsive to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't closure !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's massive lightlessness shaft. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his rooster tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well rat baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant putz on Jessica's pouting garden pink back talk,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no stage in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's dark-brown manhood,"no of course not ! beloved ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to wear a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to descend between these beautiful Negroid stopcock and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio vista became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the use of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these foul black gangsta rapper fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your union ... your calling ... aught about your living will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her slit with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go bleak, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE accuracy !"

"Inferno no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole Sojourner Truth !"

With that statement, the giant black doorknocker ceremoniously shoved all 12 inches of his rock-hard grim cock trench into Jessica's pink twat, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screeching of pleasure and infliction pierced every hall on that storey of the KNEN edifice, and the speakers of 1000000 of televisions across U.S.. The television camera captured every sec of Jessica's ravishing at the hand of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The tough's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's go around white thighs as the length of his giant contraband cock hammered into her unprotected Theodore Harold White pussy.

Jessica's dead body was so completely racked with delight, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone words or sentences. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her unadulterated little lip as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's peter sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the death. Her blue optic rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the duration of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating rich than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his gens was. She was sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix uteri ... no uncertainty leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's ballock, heavy with sperm cell, slapping relentlessly against her pussy as his cock conquered the astuteness of her fertile white womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde master ... being thoroughly fucked by a monolithic black cock ... on populate goggle box. The television camera captured every second base of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the crease of abode telecasting of the event which E & I would no dubiousness be making available for a handsome profit. As a incentive, nearby, the aphrodisiac little constitution female child was also being taught the power and joy of a ignominious prick.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the cleaning woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to pass on him an perceivable answer,"what are your idea on ignominious sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO oceanic abyss ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, shrieking, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brake system as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking distance. The guard duty at the studio apartment's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and ingress. Apparently, somebody had told the safeguard 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 mental image, her conservative spiritual values had begun to give up in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretense of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sis over the sound, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful Shirley Temple man'and her sister told her it was correctly to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sis getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those outcome 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 petite white manus, while her head reeled in excitement. Her deep values about celibacy and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the phone, the prototype 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 fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teenager red-header to nearly chute out of her cutis.

"howdy Becky."the fellow manlike voice said when Becky answered the phone."glad you could make up it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the safeguard at the parking lot logic gate to await you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me do it when you got here."The stud poker chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the threshold safeguard call in to tell me you were here. What's wrong child ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her whiteness doughnut ... the symbol of her promise to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The studhorse chided."You didn't fall all this way just change state around, go home and leave out all the fun did you ? All that big Negroid fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a gravid, muscular Male figure emerge from the building's entry. 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 entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, sinewy black man in the entryway, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black-market said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the scantling chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. fountainhead that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to follow to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to experience my big black shaft abstruse inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The studhorse said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the edifice in a minute."the earpiece stud said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiac white fille and I'm going to fuck her with my big black cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiacal whiten girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the blacken studhorse in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her headphone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

trembling, Becky's small white script reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white fingerbreadth underneath the handgrip ... and pulled. The interior Christ Within and seatbelt Alexander Graham Bell came on the room access opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the Christ Within from her car's interior and heard the indicant buzzer echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my daughter Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walkway to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH interview BECKY"

backbone in the studio, and on internal video, the sex was getting into wax swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette constitution young lady getting fucked by the black Phallus son, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a female interpreter exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and scanty, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new evolution in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her foreman getting fucked by a huge smutty cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to brook. His putz was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"Hera'S YOUR FUCKING growth BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive bulge in his lawsuit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND crease OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the youthful blonde and bending her over the linchpin desk, face out to the television camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soakage wet step-in aside.

"OOH YES skipper !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to accept you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive pitch-dark turncock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussycat,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"commodity to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect White person ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough poking. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink slit, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the camera moved in towards the anchor desk to brood the action. The jibe on the studio monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's perspiration, naked tit pressed on the surface, her round blanched ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black custody gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her volition white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each poking, feeling Tom's ebony cinch again stretching the paries of her nasty pinkish pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the television camera lens ... out of the video sets in meg of American English living elbow room. She did n't wish about modestness anymore ... all she could sense was the incredible sensation of inkiness cock spread pleasure through her entirely eubstance. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a pretty white young lady getting fucked from behind by a monolithic melanize stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's enceinte black chunk against her white thighs.

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This was the hatful that greeted Becky davenport when she and her new ‘ Friend'walked into the studio with her stud poker. Never in her untried life had she imagined a picture of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of call with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a serial publication of sexual double on a TV or computer screen. This wasn't a hot seance of phone sex with a alien and her sister. This was an interracial binge less than fifteen feet away. These were Andrew Dickson White cleaning lady naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud. This was her sister… And within the side by side few proceedings ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud poker relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a centering from the theatre director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new info for him to show. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ looker'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a safe look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in movement of him. Sarah, thrusting her irreverent ovalbumin ass up and back to meet her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual hug drug that she hadn't noticed her Sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of result !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his part as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim white body."Tonight's investigatory report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to let out the stupefy seductive allure of black-market male. We have seen here tonight that grim men are able of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married master. Now you're about to suffer a livid teenage Virgo the Virgin who was viewing this evening's program in the solace of her own home. This virgin looker was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her theme on tonight's written report and event. And in an stir twist, that virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage day ? Let's get hold out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking organic structure that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby sinewy opprobrious studio apartment crowd members. Nor did Becky notification that one of the news photographic camera was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a minute to focalize on the sight of her jr. sister taking a seat at the end of the mainstay desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"goodness evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's head, but found it unmanageable. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on tv camera ... especially when she was so aroused ! She suddenly felt she had to head off her middle from the aspect and looked at the flooring. She nodded in reception to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your Sister is a slight shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a trivial intimidated by the view of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that input."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might accept to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT approximation !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his pecker thrusts as she tried to answer to his pedagogy, forcing her to try and smother her moans sufficiency to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter girlfriend,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her field glass off. She playfully darted her rap tongue around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that dark, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sis,"Had you ever listen of black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sis. Watkins had been correct. 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 hearing to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a muttering of quiet role player tongue-lashing from the black gang men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay those sexually denotative words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you observe listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white Virgo from a religious household. 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."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it prophylactic 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 vauntingly pitch-black man that was fucking her Sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired Virgo while he thrust his immense black rooster into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty sorry eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very overnice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her centre met her sister's.

"What about ….your ally at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in Shirley Temple genus Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other admirer from schooltime would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if reading Becky's intellect, Sarah asked her next doubt."Are your admirer watching this show ? What do you cogitate your acquaintance 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 covetous do you conceive ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I dead reckoning so."Becky said, trying to commute the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her baby was actually reacting to Tom's black peter slamming deeper into her kitty-cat."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her backside. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her snatch from outside her blue dungaree. 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 champion day of the month melanise guys ?"

"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 schooling I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to expect up at Tom's side when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dour stare seemed to penetrate Becky's psyche. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking melanise ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sis's shaking, naked white trunk. The virginal red-header began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in sentence with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to give her a niggling something more to take care at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black pecker from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blond twenty-something on her back. He paused for a import, kneading Sarah's full, tauten Andrew Dickson White boob with his big smutty hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long gabardine wooden leg. Making for certain Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's flat white corporation, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big blue heart lit up with obvious fervour when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch black hammer clearly for the world-class clip. As the beautiful red-haired adolescent stared wide at the spectacle unfolding a mere four human foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, sable rod into her sister's little blonde kitty-cat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pa ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigga COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a wicked smile, stared at the massive black tool slamming her baby's kitty and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The beguilement of the discourse would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."well, maybe tonight's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating Black men and encourage them to conduct their own experimentation. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, black men Lake Superior stamina as well. The lady in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His deduction was obvious to the Edward Young redhead. She shivered and said null.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's composition and become interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the telephone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could verbalize more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her lifespan, and told that she should stay a virgin until spousal relationship. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she opine of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the flooring again and shuffling her feet."At outset ..."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 inquiry."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive attitude."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigra'? Is that why you don't date inkiness boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his instruction with timed oink and cock jabbing, emphasizing the irony of Becky's financial statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by melanise men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't assistant but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins putz thrusting in and out of her older Sister's pussy, just a few ft away, Sarah's white body slick with sweat and practically glowing under the oestrus of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's knife thrust."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the dark male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap group like ‘ Negro Phallus'know that you were watching this plan tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the ill-chosen moment of find when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reception to Tom's fucking and his interrogative sentence."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the theatre to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the inaugural place ?"

"Sarah… and her supporter ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this admirer ?"Watkins asked, knowing full-of-the-moon well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her grim phone booster. He was so bounteous. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the telephone tonight. He's a security measure guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to do to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work on so hard to convert you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to add up and company with blackness penis ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbolization of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to possess sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise anchor ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted go bad 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 cheek. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge opprobrious stopcock out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his stopcock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more allure than former guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can withstand black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more commove as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this evening ... it's unfeigned. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black peter would crap you give in to sexual enticement, why would you derive here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's calculate question and staring at his big disastrous pecker is it penetrated her sis again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a capital weight unit had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into view. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the killing ’."William Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a Black person man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen black faces grinned in the studio apartment. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her access. She stood up from her chairperson and began tugging frantically at the button of her blue jean, shimming her pelvic arch and letting the compressed blueing denim syndicate around her articulatio talocruralis. The fairly red-haired teen now stood in her step-in and fitted white tee. The Black rivet in the crew whistled at her as she released her tenacious red hair from its schoolgirlish pony can and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her telephone friend, and the blackness penis rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the argument tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the TV and the incredible upshot Negroid men have on white adult female ! Thanks to your program I know the Truth now ! The Whole Truth ! inkiness Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of U.S.A. to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the tv camera trained on her aspect. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black telephone set supporter and grabbed one of his big grim bridge player in both of her flyspeck white unity, inviting him closer.

The burly black security guard duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful grim hands grabbed detention of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton plant framework between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's supple E. B. White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the photographic camera, now wearing only her little white tennis place, her bra and panties, the tattered corpse of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that USA ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big nigrify man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her pussy and her babe's announcement.

"This is an energize turn of outcome !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorperson."Tonight's investigative paper on ‘ The unit accuracy'continues to uncover the amazing seductive allurement of black males. We have seen here tonight that blackened men are capable of seducing and dominating an charter virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own menage. This virgin witness, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express function of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on resilient television. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting history by being the initiatory news program program to ever to air the exist deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a black Male !"

Watkins suddenly fell soundless and held a finger to his headphone. Again, he was receiving some news show from the theatre director's booth.

"William Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching this evening's broadcast. How exactly did she oppose ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living way. She was still staring at the covert and rubbing her twat !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interest. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and beginner are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their girl from fucking a black studhorse on home television system. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting room wing where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a secret camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a rip screen of the half naked Beck and the medical dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a bring in image of Mr. davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her voluptuous frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good flavour !"

"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 right field now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to lie with the true statement ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a melanize man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the union is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or fornication. I don't want them to intervene !"

"That's the life baby doll !"her big Black ‘ Friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to blockade me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid theme !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your exuberance,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually active Pres Young womanhood, and a virgin are all willing to consecrate themselves to pitch-black men. What will bechance to parents that are confronted with the musical theme that their daughters will serve only lightlessness men ? What happens when we put the top executive of lightlessness cock in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to preclude their virgin daughter from giving herself to a fateful macho-man ? Or will she actually let this atrocious bootleg cock 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 vitiate idea."That sounds like fun !"

"commodity girl."Watkins said,"peeress and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is transmit Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their onetime girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their vernal daughter risks the Lapplander destiny. This way, they will bed exactly what will happen if they fail to convert you to preserve your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security measure sentry duty that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just pretend sure enough you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here infant !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new ally led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise band'from the desk and tossing it to the sentry go,"and pull in sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new Edgar Guest !"Watkins nodded at two black security guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART fifteen : household FUN"

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Karen davenport sat on the couch in the dressing elbow room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her married man wiener paced back and Forth River like a caged animal. The hard-pressed Andrew Dickson White wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karenic took a bottle of body of water out of the binding room icebox and downed it quickly, then started a indorse one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the effect of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her new daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music videos on television set, Karenic had seen that her oldest girl Sarah appeared to star in that video recording ! Worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious notion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous Negroid rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the household, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the goggle box studio to join her sis in the turpitude. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with Black person men, one after the former, Karenic Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd yr told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. speculative still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able-bodied to slip her winder and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karenic fought back bout as her mind reeled with self-loathing and muddiness. She was so ashamed by her natural process. How would she be able to take care her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her endorsement bottleful of water system, and started a 3rd. Karenic had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and disco biscuit and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his honest-to-god daughter that dark. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some pitiless black thugs on resilient idiot box. unfit, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to link up her sister. Frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The protection safety device escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. hotdog was livid, but thought that Karenic seemed shell-shocked by the altogether ordeal. Their solitary consolation up until this point was that they had seen no signaling of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her baby's depravity after all.

The two have-to doe with parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his pass into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My married woman told me what she saw on television. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing player in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The precaution opened the door all-embracing, inviting the davenport to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those Negro men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could receive told him where she thought Becky was going, and to wiretap her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come selection her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by fatal men on tv set ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her hubby. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a ignominious, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be nonsensical darling !"Davenport said,"eve those toughie would not be so audacious as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your reinforcement !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just abide here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will materialize to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these strong-armer roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security measures guard.

"It probably would be for the considerably if you accompanied me and your married man, ma'am."The surety precaution said, smiling knowingly at Karenic. 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 apartment threshold, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security sentry go smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his commentary meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his honest-to-goodness girl. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio apartment that the ‘ degeneracy'had ended, and that his daughter was no retentive being accosted by goon, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dear GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"hotdog davenport cried out when he saw the conniption on the news show desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked tweed fair sex, on all quatern, covered in elbow grease and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black hood in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have got been disgusting enough if frankfurter Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in figurehead of him ?

hot dog's rage got the bettor of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular sinister security guard."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY beast !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the Brobdingnagian black security measure safeguard, but wisely stifled his fad and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a flavour of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the sight."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 married man."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped absolutely in her tracks at the mess of her older girl Sarah, bent over the news program anchorman desk. Karenic dropped her empty water bottle to the base. It rolled out of the studio just before the security sentry go closed the door with a abrasive metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in dumb seismic disturbance as their oldest girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black brute had his way with her in front of a photographic camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's sexual activeness, barely noticed the even wilder setting forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black buff ravished their beautiful white eubstance in front of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another Theodore Harold White woman that they would be able to fuck with their big blackness dick into the wee hours of the sunup ! The Davenports didn't card that one of the news television camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 anatomy, and focused on her beautiful, appalled snowy font. The camera captured Karen's wide-cut teal eyes and gently parted rosebud rima oris as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already pallid face, framed by her shock of red hairsbreadth, was white as a sheet.

"madam and valet, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and shed his case jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah davenport's slim white body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected node. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her mother standing near the studio apartment entryway."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in battlefront of the shock Conservative woman of the house. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio apartment !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her middle met Watkin's drear eyes. His eyes seemed to deport into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to fetch up her sentence…She lowered her eyes to receive her girl's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from ass."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his clothes shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karenic Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud's amazing physical body. Her eyes immediately focused on his tremendous coal black pecs muscles. Unable to help oneself herself, Karenic let her stare roam over the Black person scantling's rippling chocolate-colored ab muscles as they smacked against the radiance ovalbumin bender of a snowy woman's fanny ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the white behind she was staring at belonged to her Old daughter ... a girl 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 mix-up and desire dancing in Karen's big cyan eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking rosehip.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your tour, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a doubt dad !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on alive tv and being fucked by a bombastic blackened man in front of her mother and beginner !

Mr. davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an result to her query while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't realize how Sarah could conduct like this. How had his daughter had gone from a Virgo one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's demeanour, but was even more confounded by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent-grass over the newsdesk ... and that blackamoor bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck slow. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even mouth as she looked into her daughter's composure green oculus.

"You have to break this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the office of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you imply ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to quit roll in the hay ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that words !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and intimate depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop shag"Sarah shouted emphatically"this pitch-dark man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for spousal relationship ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little previous to concern about that now, isn't it daddy ?

davenport fumed when he heard his older girl jape about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a 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 discourse while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to waitress until you were married."

"well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little belated to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to give up her virginity to a big lightlessness stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing superpower of persuasion to win over her to continue saving herself for union ?"

"I doubt it !"a female articulation said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the beginning of the comment emerge from offstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a unretentive white bridal veil, a distich of high-heel horseshoe, and her polishing ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her shameful stud poker. He too was bare, apart from a white neckband and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a takeoff of a St. Bridget and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely seem at the vista. Mrs. Davenport, on the other script, couldn't assist but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his consistency, an raise ten in, and as thick as her wrist joint. A camera pulled back to overhear the image of the disastrous scantling and the beautiful Theodore Harold White adolescent walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a space by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified begetter. Some of the studio cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other photographic camera continued filming the humble orgy of Scots heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the merely people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her acquaintance back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her Sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her regard on her new protagonist's massive erect disgraceful cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black hammer in her daughter's tiny white hand."autumn pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

dog Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't generate into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard Negro cock while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at highschool school day have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll trial that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course I'll try it, if it will delight my new smutty master !"

"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 true !"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 sacred vow and that means…"

"zilch !"Becky said"The only intellect I'm wearing this doughnut is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big smutty prick ! The ONLY ground I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope ring means nix to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you opine you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny White River hands as he let his own turgid, glum hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, house, white tit. His recollective black cock slid upwards, the gibe rubbing against Becky's level white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her devotee touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convert me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your nude breasts."

"Yes !"Rebekah sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebekah exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my chest feel warm when he cups them and twinge them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first of all hammer you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big pitch blackness cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it palpate ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and midst ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front end of her lover, until her face was column inch from his putz !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the breadbasket as he watched his daughter's virgin lip kiss the tip of the tumescent black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her oral fissure and engulfed as much of the thick fatal cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten column inch of black cock while her Father of the Church and mother watched and the camera zoomed in.

"How does it smack Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the putz in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her back talk from the dick."It's the topper thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to smack a smutty peter ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty nervous to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her bridge player."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP daddy !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to calculate at her female parent and saw a familiar spirit flavour on her brass. Karen had the same dazed look on her face that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the tv set screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."OK pappa, you have a mess. If mom can say me that this is unseasonable, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so certainly about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karenic Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big bluish green eyes were wide and locked on the monolithic pitch-black shaft in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking spirit in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monumental black turncock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly assure me that this is wrong, that you want me to break, I'll stop. I'll put on my pantie and wait to marry some amercement church-going whiteboy. Just say the Book. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of class it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, black putz in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really recite me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black stopcock. Her helping hand drifted to her purple royal blouse… her fingers slid along her arrest. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment visible light was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger grazed the cutis of her alabaster cervix. Her tegument felt unusually medium. The unclouded touching of her own fingerbreadth felt unbelievable. Even the sudor beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their price. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it untimely ? Was that big black…"turncock"… unseasonable ?

"Karenic ?"Frank Davenport cried to his tacit wife,"Christ, say something, I need your backup here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you recall mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give her virginity to that big black studhorse ? Is she wrong to want to ingest that big lightlessness cock of his into her little white pussycat ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG melanize dick in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING flavor WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to severalise them to stop, but her judgement just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been Conservative. She'd never told her daughters about her unfounded days. When Karen was a Brigham Young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously sonsy name. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a shiny young theology major. He had shown her genuine love and the fault of her light ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would grow back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuousness ... Never again would she allow sexual desire normal her life like it did when she was youthful. Once she had found the true itinerary, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughters giving themselves to these pitch blackness men, Karenic 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 penis 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 separate her to stop over.

So why wouldn't the lyric just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"arrest"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the turncock in Becky's deal to take care at Becky's eyes… bright with luxuria and expectation. Becky was naked, on her stifle with that grotesque fateful pecker in her hand… the flagitious peter that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster tegument was turning garden pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the wager."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go place and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is incorrect, all you have to do is say one little Book ! Just enjoin us to block up and we'll both stop !"

"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 ill-timed ! Then of track, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her former girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all tetrad for her pitch-dark ‘ master ’. Sarah's centre were filled with lecherousness as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karenic took two steps forward, towards her girl and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me render my wanted virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in clock time to see her younger girl grinning sweetly and turn over her blackness stud's pecker a long, magnify lap with her footling pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her founding father,"you don't want to just let this bump. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big smuggled turncock in her hand."That would be wonderful ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get cheeseparing to his married woman,"halt saying that you wicked young lady ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP papa !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you call up mom ? Do you opine its awry ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder from stern. The with child dim protection guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black guard walked around and stood to one face of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attack to extend to or influence Karenic. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't equal her.

"What do YOU recall mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered… She tried desperately to form the wrangle that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the parole would not derive out. Why was it so unmanageable ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful bare flannel daughters… the white woman in the other part of the studio… and all the grim men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing Sir Thomas More to cease this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"wellspring mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you recall ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful brass, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red fuzz, following it down her blushing onyx marble cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white-hot mitt on her chest, her tit heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her spry white fingerbreadth began nervously fiddling with the push button of her silk blouse. Her vox became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security measures safety watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular dark trunk. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the storey, revealing his bulging ignominious biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his usefulness bang. A muscular black studio crew member, watched the confused Edward White wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard duty, began shedding his own wearable. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular pitch blackness chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio apartment light. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the push and zippers on their trousers, and down to the colossus prominence that strained at the material between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight unit of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The guard's pants fell to the floor with a cheap clatter, revealing an repulsive hump pointing from his shorts, straining at the flimsy textile. The other ignominious stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally boastfully bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each early. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, unable to count away. The finger's breadth at her blouse clit flinched suddenly, popping one exclusive push, showing off a duet more inches of Karenic's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The black security measure guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his Brobdingnagian mordant nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonder as she stared at the two braggy, blackest putz she'd ever seen, their ominous sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both fixed and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such grievous male member inside their bodies ? What must it palpate like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"frankfurter whimpered, hoping to overstretch his married woman's aid from the obscenely turgid black penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much magnanimous they were than his !

Unfortunately for hotdog, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much larger these ignominious men's member were compared to her married man's that she couldn't even react to his call ! Her married man penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of it of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the blackened penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the melanise penis in her mitt."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge Black penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge black phallus that were so much yearner and heavyset than her married man's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like fertile dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black-market phallus like the ace that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you imagine mom ? narrate us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick coup d'oeil back at her married man. He looked panicked and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular disastrous men watching her. They looked confident and brawny. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard smuggled pecker that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more speedy causing her 40DD breasts to gasp prominently, as if trying to discover free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hired man on her heaving, creamy white cleavage, bringing her former paw up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The bourgeois wife and female parent could feel a powerful sensation of heating system spreading over her body, a enounce excitation she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the motive to suppress her sexuality since wienerwurst never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as buttoned-down and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-by-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to take account 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 grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cocks 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 payback ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous consistence trembled all over, her pretty white face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pinko. The incredible pressing of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too often for her to bear any longer. Karen's tranquillity ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her condemnation tumbled out, finally answering not only her girl'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your founder is ... is ... exit TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another minute's hesitation, the toothsome red-haired housewife suddenly ripped clear her expensive purple silk blouse to expose her monumental creamy boob barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY lifetime ! !

A cheer went up in the studio apartment as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any mordant man that wanted her. The two au naturel ignominious men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black buff's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal purple blouse off her whitish white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and safety device's Brobdingnagian turncock, barely able to address her whimpering hubby as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to add me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm sword lily you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can stand these men and now that I see how well-chosen they've made my girl ... OUR girl, I don't WANT to protest these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble egg white fingers quickly unbuttoned her smuggled slack. One of the studio apartment cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her unbelievable creamy Edward White body. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on video, her wanton demeanor being broadcast into C of thousands of plate, maybe even million. It was even possible that some of the people watching were the great unwashed she knew ! She thought about the Lady of her book club, the snobby instructor at the preparation schoolhouse where she worked and Becky attended stratum, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the early scholar ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black turncock and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the domain and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide-cut hips a bit as she pushed the waistcloth over the smoothen, round breaking ball of her full, but house, white ass. She bent-grass forward, slowly letting her pants send away down her smooth white ramification, and forcing her soft, copious Edward Douglas White Jr. knocker to tense against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an contiguous outcome on her audience.

"Awwww screwing !"The black security guard groaned."spirit at that diddley ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'tit ! Why would she shroud that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too a great deal fair sex for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for blackness hammer ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive blacken cock in his hired hand and pumped it to mock Karen's married man and emphasise exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her drawers, her voluptuous eubstance now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and female parent drew a deep breathing place, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her manpower down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-clad white peel practically glowed under the hopeful studio apartment lights, making the well-endowed redhead flavor like some kind of shimmering livid goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting away no more sentence, the two Black person men implemental in the homemaker's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the defenseless disgraceful titans took a place on either side of Mrs Karenic davenport, the photographic camera boozing in the direct contrast between the men's deep chocolate muscles and Karenic's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large black pecker rubbed against the silky-soft tegument of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large ignominious helping hand more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every delicate E. B. White bend of her curvaceous married body.

The security guard groped Karenic's heavy White tit in his powerful melanise hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's lowering milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her raise garden pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her headspring back and moaned loudly. Her mamilla were so sore, and this nigrify man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black-market head word as he ‘ suckled ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other incline and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karenic moaned and threw her headland back the crewmember leaned his typeface over Karen's bare Caucasian berm and turned her psyche towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her face, Karen found his unbendable black pecker rubbing against her ass and grabbed clasp of the pulse smuggled extremity. For the start sentence, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black dick, feeling its warmth, rigourousness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's candy kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an malevolent eye at Karen's hubby and then whispered something in her ear.

Karenic giggled and responded."Yes ... your blackness cock is MUCH BIGGER than my hubby's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for lightlessness cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is wrongly !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right hand !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a womanhood first, a wife, second ! Our daughter are justly ! It's only instinctive !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a converted Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her uncivilised class had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as bombastic ... or as beautiful ... as the big opprobrious putz that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black putz that the other inkiness men were putting into her daughters'Whitney Moore Young Jr. Caucasian bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's rooster ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her bantam tweed hand. She dropped her former hand down from the security guard's cervix, down to his rock firmly black cock that was poking at her flat white tummy ... She grasped it in her hired hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as dark cock in her other manus !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen davenport felt so compelled to expend to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black macho-man ...

Never before had she so wanted to strike something into her lip as she did the huge grim dick that she now stroked in her script, inches from her font ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life fashion didn't have a appeal !

"stop that ! She's my wife !"Frank davenport cried as he watched the two au naturel studs fumble his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her human knee between the two bootleg goon with their immense black cocks in her midget white custody."Please don't !"

The blackness crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her human knee before him, her right manus holding the security guard's cock, her left script holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suction MY nigra DICK hussy ! bet YOUR HUSBAND RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG lightlessness COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long inkiness shaft in her left bridge player, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a Black man's dick into her mouth for the world-class meter !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"hotdog sobbed, split of pity stinging his cheeks as they ran down his human face as he watched his beautiful lily-white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to soak up the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the bodily process and began to groan immediately. Her oral sex bobbed up and down on the crewmember's fateful cock, every slurping auditory sensation she made was like a tongue in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the disgraceful crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! screwing YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security measure guard laughed too, and savagely pluck Karen Davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her consistency. Her full, 40DD knocker shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As turgid as Karenic's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly niggling sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her oral fissure the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big dingy eyes extensive with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's sullen white bosom in his with child black hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security system guard duty and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! nooky MY boob ! I WANT TO feel YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karen ! JESUS !"Mr. davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the flooring, cupping her immense, heaving bloodless breasts, inviting the black security safeguard to slide his foot-long coal black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the fatal safety guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long Black shaft. He then began to stuff, rocking his rosehip back and Forth River, flexing his brawny fatal ass as he began fucking the white-hot married woman's sizable cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in captivation as the sentry duty's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a secret plan of playfully trying to catch the tip of the safety's black shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as magnanimous as Karenic's breasts were, his shaft oral sex remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at wiener Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S bosom ARE SOFT ! IT'S like shag A CLOUD ! Yo'married woman ever let you fuck these breast befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karenic laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my white meat, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was vulgar. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah beloved,"the crewmember mocked frankfurter Davenport."Do you call back that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your gumshoe anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her lips. Karenic quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her lip. However, with her hands held in berth by the security guard fucking her titty, Karen wasn't so very much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to screw her mouth with deep, debate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in still horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two fatal men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the activeness of the former two sinister men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karenic no longer saw her hubby as a real man. Karen felt a rising despite for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her back talk. The studio apartment cameras catching every mo of the wife's wanton descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The television camera angle abruptly cut to St. Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah davenport from behind, the blond bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two sinister cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"madam and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white cleaning lady has just demonstrated the awesome power of blackened virile sex. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a ashen teenage virgin, her married mother, and her babe all fucked by bootleg men at the same metre, but first we have some breaking news program ... an exciting evolution in tonight's Jessica McFarland chronicle !"

The photographic camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of US's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Pearl Sydenstricker Buck naked and being fucked hard by the brawny black thug doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with lather as she lay back on the coffee table in the middle of the interview set, the hulking Black person rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white ramification. One of the former rappers, Shemar, was rising from his posture near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black level hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and swathe her finger around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogative sentence playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ blackness Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of mordant virile sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead singer on live television receiver. Can you hand us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH fuck ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender lily-white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful lightlessness arms around her blank body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the border of the board, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting pitch blackness hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender Patrick Victor Martindale White arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his brawny black chest pressing against her soft white white meat. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiac white consistency without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the frame. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to give her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her weapon still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the mike up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her lip and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's trunk, his right black mitt cupping her bare Theodore Harold White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every driving force as he stood, bouncing her slender Andrew Dickson White body on his big black rooster as he began to take the air towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH departure TO ass ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS expiration TO donjon FUCKING MY twat ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... going away ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO ass THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his assuredness, suave deportment 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 pitch-dark stopcock felt in her pussy ... the sentiment of Shemar taking her ass at the same time was even more shake !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS pitch blackness hammer ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the sofa and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his hammer in and out of the beautiful T. H. White journalist's blonde cunt, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's hammer .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock head sliding against her ass boldness. She groaned in exquisite torture as Shemar's monumental bootleg cock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let Billy have intercourse her ass before ... but now she was on TV with a big blackened man she'd met less than one time of day ago, letting him make out her ass while his equally big shameful friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's nerve, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget blonde twat ask he kissed her wax ovalbumin white meat with his thick black lips.

Big mike stared at the setting that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Scots heather the make-up girl. The erotic sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow knocker'massive black tool, combined with the angelical tightness of Heather's pink pussy, was too a good deal for the muscular black giant to stand. He quickened his push as he felt his heavy black orchis tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick black cock.

Heather Christensen's oculus widened as she felt the torrent of powerful come shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the untried brunette and, with one final screeching of pleasure, she passed out, slumped over the cast with her pretty white ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black dick. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting dick from Heather's snatch and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the lounge, his massive black shaft still shooting midst ropes of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde haircloth, and turned her head to face his hammer. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big mike grabbed the refulgent blonde's head with his free hired hand. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening all-embracing. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his dick back into Jessica's open, moaning back talk. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her verbalize full of compact black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so active ... and so ... FULL ! She had a monumental fatal cock in every opening that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's hired man, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her early hand braced herself against the rachis of the lounge.

"wellspring anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big coon fuckin yo'amercement ashen ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his hammer from Jessica's oral cavity to let her to answer the dubiousness. Her oral fissure release of Big mike's monolithic penis, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two animal foot of black hammer that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, grim, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her centre half-closed, opened her oral cavity wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black shaft. The doorknocker and studio apartment bunch laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back manikin Jessica's thirsty oral cavity and brought it to roost beside his erect cock. As large as the black microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly tenacious and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your mix-up, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... nooky ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every easy curve of her unflawed white physical structure, her Mexican onyx skin glowing with sweat and heat ... and the two monumental muscular black dead body that pressed against her beautiful white female person mannikin. Jessica could see herself in the varan again. Her face was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her oral cavity and allowed Big microphone to slip his putz back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black hands gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick lightlessness rotating shaft up into her stretched shit. She watched B-Love's brawny black ass flexing between her spread whiten thigh as he thrust his coal black spear in and out of her blonde kitty. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her torso ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his firmly, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A political machine. A fucking machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick-skulled peter 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 Diospyros ebenum prick dominated her marital gabardine womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her soundbox was in a constant State Department of climax. What was more, having her body filled with smuggled cock didn't just feel dumbfound, it felt RIGHT. Letting these opprobrious men fuck her like this on live telly was the most crucial thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her man and wife ... her celebrity ... none of it could compare to the adept of three foot-long Negro cocks having their way with her. The camera caught every here and now of it. US could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for total darkness pecker ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID forethought. She was majestic ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED United States to fuck the truth about black men, and this was the near way. She looked into the camera, knowing that United States of 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 hand-held microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, squawk ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his ascendance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big microphone's cock echoed through the studio for respective seconds before Big Mike acquiesced and let his putz slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between drive ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve a ‘ thank you'from the brutal B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in clip with the new, knockout jab. She could finger Shemar's rate quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU spirit MY clod SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY ovalbumin ASS ? YOU flavor HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigger source, BITCH ! I'M READY TO whang YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY Negroid sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A working girl FOR Negroid turncock ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT jigaboo CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! depend INTO THAT piece of tail CAMERA AND William Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so honest ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his sinister cum in your belly bellyache ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more than and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each push in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her coming build higher and in high spirits. It would be more brawny than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's poking 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 again and again. Her consistency began to tremble visibly. Her full phase of the moon bloodless bosom bounced obscenely on her slender Edward D. White frame as the two massive black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Hera IT come THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Stanford White, FERTILE uterus WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR snatch WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to dissipate my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky White shoulders as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could find their tempo quicken ... she could feel B-Love's monumental blackamoor balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... lead off to shrink ... his shaft began to twitch and jump in her kitty ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR shaft IN MY mouth ! nookie MY sassing WHILE THEY FUCK MY cunt AND ASS ! I WANT ALL ternary OF YOUR BIG nigga turncock INSIDE ME, ALL ternary OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big mike's monolithic black erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their Diospyros ebenum cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's cock only to gasp for air, and scream encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio apartment. Heather the make up miss, still lying on the base where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eye. She rose slowly, sitting on her pegleg on the level and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her tit with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial bacchanalia was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the deal she slowly began to rub her well-fucked kitty-cat with the hand that she had been using to blot out it from view. She soon abandoned all reserve, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde political boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black cock in her pussycat again, microphone's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his berm as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to Scots heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunet charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around heather mixture's supple white berm and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their natural language intertwining. Fucking one hot white fair sex's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his chunk tighten and his pecker Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it begin to nip. She felt Shemar's stopcock begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her puss. She could finger her own exhilaration edifice with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the result was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of USA to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their hammer tremble inside her pussy, ass, and rima oris ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in climax, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the first powerful fountain of hot black cum blasting her lip, ass, and cunt simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let free his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve column inch late inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his putz, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm making 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 married twat with his potent seminal fluid. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making red cent indisputable he knocked the white beef up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, glutinous cum coating the inside of her fertile Elwyn Brooks White womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the intellection made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her organic structure !

Big Mike's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming sass, spraying her beautiful ashen look and barbarian blonde with buddy-buddy jets of pearly seed. The rapper shoved his still spurting tool into the anchorwoman's open oral cavity, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her backtalk again.

Jessica looked up at Big mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the jolly brunet make up fille heather mixture, tugging insistently on one of mike's muscular black weapon system. Heather dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The bare brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the STILL spurting Joseph Black cock into her hungry White person mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy gripe ! Don't vexation girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's decently gripe ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the Sojourner Truth to begin with tonight ! Apologize ! justify to us for the vilification, and to U.S.A. for not telling the trueness ! LOOK INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the tv camera slowly closed in on Jessica's cheek. Tears welled in her big blue angel optic as she looked into the camera, wave after undulation of delight passing over her consistency."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE superiority OF Black MEN ! THEIR pecker ... THEIR ... potential ... THEIR sex ... THEIR ... mightiness ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! Black male intimate transcendency is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his articulation to its former calmness, smooth pure tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must own some mixed emotions about ditching him on interior television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big mike's cock, inch from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely bemused. Her head was so swimming with luxuria that she had forgotten her married man's epithet.

"Billy ... your married man ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter sister, did we fuck you so in effect that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black putz, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on interior television set ? You loved each other for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's public figure. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black knocker on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that bit. baton seemed like a aloof storage from another life."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the commencement clock time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's interrogation, 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 vows mean nil compared to blackamoor cock ! This physical structure belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! total darkness men are the skillful ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to delight them ... to please you ! All cleaning lady should ! That's the way it should be for all charwoman ... to serve pitch-dark men ... it's ... only rude !"

"Every cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All adult female deserve Shirley Temple Black cock ! All Negroid men deserve any whiten woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. kinsfolk don't matter. Only big black cocks thing !"

"What about wish mothers and daughters at the Lapplander clip ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think nigra should fuck mother and their daughter at the Lapplander time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every cleaning lady should defer to Shirley Temple male sexual superpower !"Jessica smiled into the television camera."And that's the unit true statement !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum atomiser over Jessica's naked Stanford White body, splattering her heaving white tit, pretty white typeface, and silklike blonde hair's-breadth, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it proficient and sporty beef"he said"I want it nice and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise mob and another wedding ringing to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the events that had been unfolding on the other side of her news studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to miss her virginity to a bleak 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 mislay his virgin girl, he's gon na turn a loss his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young Melanerpes erythrocephalus on her genu, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an senior, busty redhead was on her knee joint between two ignominious men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole mob ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na consultation those kick while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more pitch-black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white-hot cunt while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the tv camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's ejaculate from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his handwriting up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingerbreadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her rima oris and hungrily sucking the mucilaginous white fluid from Shemar's long blackness digit, bringing her big amobarbital sodium eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"trade good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty Andrew D. White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick glob of pearly ashen semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's stunner, a relatively esteem journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black doorknocker for a unrecorded pay-per-view television and internet program. By ten o'clock that same Nox Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black doorknocker, along with her personal helper and a studio make-up young lady. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the opened central orbit of her news show set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and titty captured by the studio's photographic camera. In the background knowledge, the large wall-sized covert that lined the back of the set were playing multiple slant of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos program earlier that Night, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from in the first place that Nox, and some footage appeared to be result transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding mightily before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group at one end of the with child studio apartment set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's xxiv year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front intelligence desk. The lady friend that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very Conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every secondment of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud standing at the former end of the news show desk getting his large disgraceful cock stroked and sucked by a jolly Lester Willis Young redhead wearing nothing but a little translucent white veil swept behind her head. In figurehead of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something Melanerpes erythrocephalus kneeling on the flooring between two more grim scantling. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's ample white tit while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony perch. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Negro penis'rap radical, who immediately asserted his authority over the early two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing smuggled appendage.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the picture she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sis Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that Night. Sarah was so overtake with her newfound luxuria for smuggled cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that dark, then do down to the studio apartment to lose her virginity to a total darkness man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to keep the ‘ disaster'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of pitch blackness shaft in a affair of bit ! Now Mr. davenport was being tied to a nearby chairman and forced to check as his married woman and daughters were about to impart themselves to nigrify pecker before his eyes and the KNEN web tv set photographic camera ! B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the"inkiness genus Phallus"rap chemical group, had already walked over to lease over the post.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the conniption before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve column inch Black person erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's methamphetamine top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the carpus and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her defenseless white body with his sinewy black 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 camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing dim member.

"OH GOD piece of tail YES ! !"The blonde moaned in go as her married white snatch was once again penetrated by a foresightful, thick, chocolate-brown turncock. She braced her tiny whiten bridge player on the glass desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's sable manhood, catching a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio proctor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the photographic camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into US's base, only this metre she was bare and being fucked by a muscular ignominious rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue centre from the admonisher and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her dependable on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"Good evening U.S.A., I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is fucking AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black-market men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the bacchanal at the tidings desk was joined by two more appendage. Heather and Big microphone had been on the former side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the pretty brunet make-up girl, staring into her adoring center as she lovingly her hot pink lingua up and down his wooden-headed black beam of light. Mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot slight cocksucker, but at the Lapplander prison term, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio for him to company with just one young lady. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big microphone made eye-contact with doubting 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 Heather, who was still unmindful to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his cock out of Heather's sass, picked the slender brunette up in his right disgraceful arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunet make-up girl down on the desk right future to Sarah's sweating, bucking soundbox. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big mike expectantly, but he made no relocation towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. ling's eye widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal helper next to her. Sara's bra and panties were hanker gone. Her yearn blonde pilus was matted with sweat, strand of it sticking to her raw back. Her soused, beat, White ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then broom's oculus rose over Watkins muscular black abs and bureau, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a patch,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Scots heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued mewl weakly as Watkins pulled his massive Negro cock out of Sarah's well-fucked snatch. Scots heather immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins massive black turncock. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, paw categoric against Heather's delicate white white meat and pushing the lilliputian brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black stopcock across her flat Elwyn Brooks White belly twice, like a baseball player tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Heather's pink cunt with one, unmerciful poke before she could say another Holy Scripture. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT cunt ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in rapture."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in discombobulation as she felt Watkins's shaft slip from her puss. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her pelvic arch. The blonde gasped in surprisal as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish Stanford White breasts in his massive blackened hand, while kissing her passionately on the backtalk.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The gargantuan blackened doorknocker whispered in the Cy Young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in unruffled awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big Mike's mesomorphic onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her moderately eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her bare Patrick Victor Martindale White thigh. She grasped the foot of the rapper's stopcock in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her middling eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big Mike easy access code to her twat. Big Mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his foresightful thick black tool cryptical inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to suffer you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small bloodless hands over Big Mike's mesomorphic Negroid shoulders and back, exploring his consistence as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with heather.

"face at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up fille as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big microphone found a new missy to love ! You ain't his girl, you just a SLUT ! A slovenly woman for lightlessness shaft !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"broom cried out as she bucked her pelvic girdle to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK slovenly woman gripe ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up girl."DO YOU passion MY BIG blackness hammer ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG lightlessness COCK !"

"YOU'RE A Negroid COCK WHORE loose woman ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering heather mixture verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A blackamoor COCK WHORE !"ling screamed."screw ME ! I'M A strumpet FOR pitch blackness COCK ! !"

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ling Christensen hadn't told her crime syndicate about her new job as a makeup creative person 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 surprise. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view consultation that night to see his favorite television system personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy diary keeper getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the knocker called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should accept turned the television off the second he saw ling walk 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 rapper.

Then cameras cut away from Scots heather to cross the Sarah davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more disturbed ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see ling wake up and quickly repay the legal action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on CRT screen, but he wasn't really seeing Calluna vulgaris anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his wife, Heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in sexual love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't service but stroke his rooster while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker routine for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded heather off for another young woman and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Seth Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as a lot of a punk as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs paste and pointed up in the air… the solitary clause of vesture she still wore were her shoes. Her supple ashen body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to jibe his powerful knife thrust. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasance as this Shirley Temple anchorman's'big manpower roamed all over her lithesome white soundbox ... and as his tremendous bleak cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting ling with questions, calling her ‘ slovenly woman'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked broom,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead female parent of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could feel out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will come over one night. We'll have a Nice family dinner party. Then we'll roll in the hay you and momma right in figurehead of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His gens is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the television camera,"shot who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK nigga ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport female child ... and their female parent. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were grievous ... They would show up and make love heather and her mother rightfield in nominal head of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to kibosh them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his manus, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming flood tide from the blackamoor man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that night. commencement, she arrived home to observe her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic television presentation that purported to be a news program syllabus. If that weren't bad enough, the button-down wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic plan as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live telecasting, being ravished by a grouping of edacious black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to force back to the Lapp studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to get along pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their youthful girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in time to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anon. inglorious men. Mrs Davenport faced a new trouble however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual force of the inglorious men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffective to dissent the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughter and the slew of the huge black rooster in the elbow room, the conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughter'debauched party !

In the nerve center of the news set, twenty base from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a sinister stagehand and a inglorious security guard. As her horrified hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karenic started to suck and stroke these two stud's monolithic black dick while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karen's bra was torn from her torso and the men began to strike turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new protagonist, a thirdly black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a couplet of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lenses, and an ornate atomic number 79 neck Sir Ernst Boris Chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new studhorse was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was fully grown too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karenic been able to take her oculus off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that nighttime, briefly, on her television blind at dwelling. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the surety safety device's tool while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her replete white tit, Karenic reached her left hand out and took time lag of the new rivet's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karenic's new man was not cognitive content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the early two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black digit through Karenic's silky red haircloth. He then roughly pulled Karen's top dog back, forcing her to stop sucking the security system precaution's cock. As Karenic gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouthpiece.

Karen instinctively began to breastfeed the new black putz in her rima oris, grasping the alkali of the quill with one hand, trying to ascertain her new lover's onset, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen fellate his putz, he began to thrust his pelvic girdle, bound and determined to jazz the pretty white married woman's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to go forward entertaining her former two lovers, so she reached out for their shaft and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely repose and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's wrist joint, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stagehand's cock, he pulled Karen's weapon upward, holding them over her brain by the wrists with one powerful lightlessness paw, while he reached down and groped her massive E. B. White breasts with the early. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding band on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a feeling that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security safeguard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services tabular array where the studio's snack were kept. The stage technician looked at the table, then realized what the bunch member wanted him to see. The passably brunet studio page was hiding under the table, watching the drunken revelry unfold in the studio. She had her paw buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the surety safety, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the mesa. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The scandalise page little girl tried to hightail it behind the table, but the security safeguard leapt over the tabular array and blocked her path. Within second, all three were under the mesa. The girl frightened screaming quickly turned to laughter and scream of passion as her sports coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The blow out of the water and flustered Aythya americana gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Sceloporus occidentalis movement and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karen saw her honest-to-goodness girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular pitch-black man. Further down the desk, Karenic saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The black stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe breast. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, powerful hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full, whitish white breast and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the dividing line between her soft ovalbumin cutis and the dark powerful workforce that groped her 40DD tit. 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 bombastic, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's monolithic pitch-dark cock resting on her milklike whiteness shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one manus and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the caput while pumping the long, ebony shaft and drinking the studhorse's pre-cum.

The television camera slant pulled back, showing the tantrum of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, muscular black man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black buff's lap at the tidings desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her tit swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her frown lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eye. 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 adopt her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole Truth'news desk by Karen davenport. Mrs Davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to cause become recruited, like her girl and myself, into the social status of women who appreciate the transcendency of the smuggled male person and succumbed to the sexual power of big Negroid shaft. skilful evening Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the passably Edward White housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's rooster and stroking it with one hand, while her former hand helped B-Love grope her breast. Her eye were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's wooden-headed contraband cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's middle shot unfold when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his rooster from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's prick with one paw, tried to angle over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"beef is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the photographic camera. The situation finally started to slide down in. She was sitting at the news desk, on photographic camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's contraband cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or ameliorate yet, in her twat. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good even Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's spokesperson cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his rooster inside her pussy. She gripped the screen background in her paw, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and interrogative sentence for her provender Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and quit tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You pretend ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the limited purpose of stopping your former girl Sarah from continuing to feature sex with black men AND to preclude your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the face of her ‘ disastrous professional ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's issue ?"

"I came menage tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. screw 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 cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to do."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock skepticism."She was masturbating while watching her own babe ?"

"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…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the mountain of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so a great deal that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio tonight, to fall behind her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your girl with dim men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a pitch-black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's stopcock."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 little girl that their virginity is precious, and not to take in sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you receive your husband film 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 love what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your hubby waste clock time picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to aid protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to terminate them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your girl even said they'd stop if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karenic stammered, glancing at B-Love's putz."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your thinker ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge black rooster in her mitt, then back at Jessica.

"The dim men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your brain, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The Shirley Temple Black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK shaft in person ! My daughters seemed so glad ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't barricade myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK shaft ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karenic paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's prick in her handwriting."frankfurter, I'm sorry…but…these black-market cocks… THIS Black COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"Shirley Temple Black phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue centre and B-Love's big black rooster."I'm not… fellow with… Mr. love life's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's shaft in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The whole mathematical group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her disconsolate eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity final night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The total darkness hammer you've been sucking tonight is the Same one that took your girl's virginity. How does that prepare you feel ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the Revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone serve Jessica's query. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the Lapp tool she had just had in her mouth… was the claim same one that had taken her elder daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black putz, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Lowell Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the linchpin desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The image was wobbly, slightly blurry cell-phone camera telecasting, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen 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 groom-to-be until their upcoming nuptials. Sarah was screaming out frustrated reception, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that glorious soot black cock that was taking her precious peak !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the tv camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your girl getting fucked by the very same prick you were just fucking. The turncock that was in your mouth arcminute ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her blue green eyes wide with shock absorber. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the covert. Sarah seemed to shine with happiness and pride. Karen thought her girl never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the silver screen and pumped B-Love's peter faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hands on his cock. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's shaft, worshipping the Lapplander rooster that she was watching demand her sometime daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to get down sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your honest-to-goodness daughter's formerly virtuous puss. 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 respond her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the distributor point. This was all a debauched appearance now… a demonstration of the power of black cock over a whiten wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the au naturel blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karenic dropped one of her hired man from B-Love's putz and pushed it into the waistband of her step-in, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her step-in ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear up shabu top of the anchorman desk. At the Lapp time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the ebony shaft and trying to take as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some mass might say that this is wrongfulness ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual bodily function with a black man on dwell television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the same Shirley Temple putz that you are sucking right now. That Same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right next to you ... while your young girl's virginity is under threat from yet another big black dick ? Isn't all this wrongly, Mrs davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her purulent frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could find her fervor building, her all soundbox trembling. Jessica's Litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the boundary, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's stopcock slip of paper from her mouth as she threw her pass back and screamed.

"Did you just have an sexual climax Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one to a greater extent inquiry."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... coon cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally capable to respond to her teaser."How is this for an sanction ?"

Karenic turned her death chair slightly and cupped her overweight whitened breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's dick in her milky oriental alabaster segmentation and stroking his foresightful, slurred, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit material body.

"roll in the hay ME YOU BIG spade THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his spyglass. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his rose hip and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU locution !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS MORE MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in reception to her hubby, but wouldn't even address the resolution to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigger THUG TO ass ME WITH THIS BIG Black shaft ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"frank davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of dissent ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her bosom faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand wienerwurst ... 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 Negro thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Joseph Black coon pecker !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK turncock !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU want TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A good starting line BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL lightlessness THUG TO nooky ME WITH HIS BIG black pecker .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER stopcock TO payoff BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU lost YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering snowy hubby as he fucked his wife's white meat."She outta her MIND with lust for my coon shaft ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, heap with the power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her thinker to Shirley Temple cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to smutty cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... movement you lose THEM to fateful rooster ! Your wife and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty side, beautiful red hair, and milky E. B. White tit with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"fucking me ... fuck my daughter ... fuck me ... bang my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her immense, heaving breast.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her buff's shaft ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting grim shaft."outset 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."

"First, I'm gon na necessitate that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of linked wedding rings, date ring, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the fair sex I take from albumen men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a monstrance of your commitment to dim male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go mordant, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's run-in. Karenic 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 hoop, glittering amber on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock. Even soft, it was grownup than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ringing, then I'm afraid I won't be able-bodied to induct you into our world. I won't be able to eff you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a trouble ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the flyspeck gold banding from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black shaft terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"commodity girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ringing to a broken link in his chain ... the connection was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you fix for the next step in your worship of the world power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing blackened extremity, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

frank Davenport hung his head in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet blot in his pant where he had cum. Tears stung his impertinence, red with embarrassment. Even with all his dissent, he'd become sexually awake seeing his married woman being ravished by that ignominious thug ... a superior black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

frankfurter Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything upset Karenic and when she'd called his cadre earlier that night, she was more overturned than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely sympathize Karen between her gasp and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him household immediately, that their daughters needed his help. frank Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative notion, protecting them from the evils of the macrocosm, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, unseasoned women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to come place right away, to plunk Karenic up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's work at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and forefather did.

Frank rushed household, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unconvincing effect that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, Frank had no choice but to trust ... he was tied to a chair and forced to observe in helpless repugnance as goggle box cameras captured every second of his loving sept's debauched dissolution.

hotdog Davenport SAW his beautiful his former girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a inkiness toughie. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a naked black tough and get down to stroke and suck that thug's melanise hammer. hot dog SAW his married woman Karen, ineffective to bet away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their requirement that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the immense sinister putz that were exposed to her. hotdog SAW his firm wife pass into the fray, ignoring his protestation. Frank SAW his strong-minded wife surrounded by black studhorse and succumbing to their seduction. dog SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the black men amused themselves with her busty white torso. hotdog SAW his loving religious wife fall to her knees and worship black rooster, letting her reasonably face and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each fair sex was sexually dominated by a shameful knocker. frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chairperson, helplessly watching as his beautiful kinfolk was stolen from him… and never in his life history had he been so aroused. Frank could finger his modest White penis, humble compared to the Black cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his gasp as he listened to his wife describe the consequence of that night… the horrible misapprehension that Frank had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his married woman showered with nigger cum as she begged to be fucked by the vast black rapper. Then hot dog saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their unseasoned daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could sense his small ashen hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to strike his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic davenport spared a abbreviated glimpse at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet smear visible in his pants. He looked so miserable. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the midst, hot globs of her mordant lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her hubby right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her grimace and tit, Karenic sat back in her hot seat at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful blackened Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his adjacent education. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quickly glimpse, then returning her adoring bluing oculus to the black doorknocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said cipher, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two longsighted bleak fingerbreadth under the waist band of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karenic laughed. Frank moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another sharp ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, smooth Patrick White legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one manus high above his school principal, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at weenie, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion unmentionable through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his centre again, he found his wife's bust lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big smuggled cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her death chair and used her other mitt to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his putz any closer. He dropped a deal down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two digit into her pink velvet plica. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her wide white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry child, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'Patrick White prick. You gon na ingest to be A LOT surfactant if you expect to hold a Shirley Temple MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karenic begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your putz ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be certainly of that. What I think we're gon na motive here is some lingua body of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, delight, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karenic's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's sweet little pussy and get it good and wet for my nigga cock ?"

frankfurter davenport raised his eyes to come across B-Love's mocking articulation. From the rapper's feeling, Frank assumed someone was about to undo him from his chairman and force play him to participate in his man and wife's defilement. No one made a move towards wiener, and the livid married man and father remained helplessly tied to the president. Confused, hotdog looked up into B-Love's expressionless fount, the rapper's reflective sunglass preventing him from reading the thug's purpose. When the doorknocker was indisputable he had the wiener's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na make yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot slit ? nooky YOU, mug !"

B-Love stepped away from hotdog's wife, and looked over at their older girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a whole tone towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the hot seat and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her wooden leg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ champion'that she'd ‘ met'on the phone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his shaft as she watched her female parent and babe. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just sentry and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teenager, dropping a tumid black hired man in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the fille but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the little girl's virginity. No subject, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her compressed Patrick White ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve Melanerpes erythrocephalus, guiding her hand to her own kitty, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, wooden leg spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two bootleg doorknocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide-cut spread stage. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her au naturel, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, tight to her mother's spread peg. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's optic widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing Shirley Temple Black manhood deep into her slender white torso. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her hands against the desktop on either English of her female parent's prostrate form. Sarah's parlous view didn't seem to retard the relentless pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's heart glazing over with lustfulness as Big mike began to gently push her girl's human face lower, tightlipped to Karen's defenseless pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth white second joint, Karenic realized what was about to fall out. 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 girl's hot breathing time on her kitty-cat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her moderately human face hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her 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 give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to generate these vex BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY need ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black prick hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling Patrick White pap and with one powerful bleak, hand and kneading the soft bone figure."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my girl !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge contraband cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big microphone increased the gait and saturation of his thrusting. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's mouth briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her snatch. Involuntarily, she bucked her pelvic girdle and closed her branch, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her second joint to free her daughter 's principal ... but it was too previous !

Crazed with luxuria and eager to please her black Masters, Sarah wasted no prison term exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty light-haired girl began to gently kiss the subdued garden pink congregation of her own mother's pussy !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white trunk, between her heaving milky white breasts and widespread creamy white thighs and saw her pretty light-haired daughter's big blue oculus boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karenic's protests disappeared into a howl of XTC as her own daughter's tongue made middleman with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to meet her girl's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's chemical reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's cunt, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

teardrop welled in Karen davenport's middle as she winced and threw her oral sex back, unable to refuse any more, surrendering to the saturnalia and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge melanize cock all over the profligate white mother's face."What a slovenly woman ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking whiteness slit of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I hump it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your married man !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his capitulum in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY approximation WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her pelvis against her girl's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"hot dog screamed."FOR GOD'S saki ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT eating PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his older daughter ate his wife's puss. The heavy wall-screen in the studio set showed a airless up of Sarah 's pretty brass buried between Karen 's leg. The pathetic hubby shook his head and groaned in frustration, unable to break off the debauched event unfolding before his centre. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his optic fall upon another horrifying sight… his youthful daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their mother's pussy. The young redhead's pert immature breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one diminutive E. B. White hand frantically rubbing her pussycat while the other stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her sister's face, buried in her female parent's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the petite little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin girl is watching her big sister eating momma's twat. Then she's hearing momma shrieking and going Buck natural state ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her tenacious white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her snatch against her quondam daughter's face as she turned her oral sex to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's wide blue centre, but she couldn't face away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big dark macho-man a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet optic and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio storey. Yet Becky found herself unable to jib raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her stymie pure daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karenic."Hey mommy, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to take her big sister eating your puss ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"William Tell HER, loose woman !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how thoroughly it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT feel SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet optic. The untested redheader's backtalk was spread out, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to meet her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her kitty-cat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in intimate frustration as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her dearie rapper and another big blackness stud. Her centre fell upon her sister's brass, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a countersign being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to endorse off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA putz !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET rightfield NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. davenport."Do you reckon SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karenic's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful Virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's oculus, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the doubt. Karen wanted to make these beautiful opprobrious men happy. She wanted to sacrifice them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her unseasoned daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was midget ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure as shooting Becky could plow a huge black cock. `` I ... I do n't fuck. ``

'' You do n't cognize ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenage red-header. `` Well, let 's bump out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The moderately red-haired teenage quickly stood up from her president to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big down in the mouth optic immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's brawny legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other nigrify dick she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the inadequate virgin was distracted by the website of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's shaft. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the vainglorious ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Kuki, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to wait him in the eye.

'' The self-aggrandising ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering Stanford White chin with his slurred black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've bed all your euphony ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her Virgo pussy in his large black paw, then brazenly slipped two long Black person digit up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the knocker slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pinko virgin puss. Becky instinctively began to go against her virgin white cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony tree fingerbreadth. Her young trunk shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her raw Edward White body into B-Love. The doorknocker 's rock-hard stopcock pressed against Becky 's matte livid tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's putz pressed against her untried body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white boob.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to get a big nigger shaft yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing smutty shaft pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their trunk, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black tool in her tiny white hands, her fingers unable to reach all the way around its cinch. She gripped the big black savage as topper she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to hand you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the fairly red-haired teen's side to tranquillize her. He kissed her tenderly on her brow, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the bedevil father a wicked smiling and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite word Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teenager with his immense black cock swinging inch above her female parent 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's rooster as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the Danton True Young redhead 's Virgo slit ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the knocker called out loudly enough for weenie to discover."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here bed wetter ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karenic looked at B-Love 's deal, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eye and open gasping mouth, column inch from her 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 bang-up idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's mind. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG Shirley Temple Black prick, is n't that rightfulness Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karenic gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her girl's Young red-haired pussycat. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing glossa and feeling her orgasm drawing snug 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 of opinion ?"

Sarah davenport, hearing and watching this consequence unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her female parent 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the divergence ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her violation on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probed her mother 's kitty with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, following to Becky 's hand.

'' spirit THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` flavor how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long soot black shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to fall back her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your girl 's first cock to be a BIG black COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK cock tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's grimace. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's carpus in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing finger's breadth. `` YES ! fucking 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 human face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karenic 's hubby 's give-and-take and used them for his own deform purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you assist her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body quivering as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her vernal girl 's virgin pussycat, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR Black FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her soundbox shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's intimation on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black stopcock and opened her middle, looking up and seeing her girl's wet pink cunt hovering in above her sassing. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one mightily arm around Becky 's slender white shank and eased her grim towards Karen 's open sassing.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's flaccid lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kiss on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager natural language flick her little rap clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her mother 's clapper pushed into her wet Virgo the Virgin snatch.

Becky davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT smell SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's athirst mouth. Becky 's tiny egg white hands clutched B-Love 's vast Joseph Black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat whitened breadbasket and stroking it. Her handwriting were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's fateful cock being long enough that there was ample room for all four small Patrick Victor Martindale White feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"wienerwurst Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his middle. Not only was his only daughter eating his married woman's pussy, but now his younger girl was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's oral cavity !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll semen over there and strike hard your fucking teeth out with my big nigra dick !"

Tears stung hotdog Davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each other 's cunt for the entertainment of a crew of Negroid thug. The flyspeck White hard-on growing in his bloomers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the even, seemed to mock all of his protest.

Within just a few proceedings Becky 's young, slender white consistency began to shoot violently. Becky continued grinding her tender, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A unknown feeling like pins and acerate leaf tickled her back and shoulder ... not to remark her kitty-cat.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH piece of ass ! roll in the hay ! '' The midget redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to stir violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT mom ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussycat. The wife and female parent 's muffled shriek were obvious, in malice of Becky 's grinding slit on her mouth. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet brass from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK cock ! ``

Big mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgo with a cause of death ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick freight. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with excitement, his rich brown eyes wild with lecherousness. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's cheek as she kissed B-Love 's chest and facial expression. The immense rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a honorable use for that minuscule bitch 's sassing. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's snatch, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite Aythya americana over on her slope. Big mike sliding board Karenic and Sarah 's hidrosis, raw white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their powerful black buff, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio cameras followed every motility, the three Davenport char were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her point between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her oral sex between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her forefront between her mother 's legs.

'' OK ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a mo 's indisposition, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's snatch, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, glutinous sex ... and all to please their black master key. The women needed no more prompting or pedagogy. Karen and her daughters'long white limbs intertwined, their gentle white hands caressing one another 's diffuse lily-white tegument, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each early. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, acute gay woman tierce softly moaning as the pleasured each early under the hot studio lights and leering studio apartment cameras.

hot dog Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live telly. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his gasp for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could take his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport womanhood having a debauched tribade threesome. His rooster was already starting to tighten again. He 'd be quick again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the subdue 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't take a shit any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security system guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a crack at 'America 's lulu'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his care to the three Davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen hussy daughter ... three woman in sum up ... and three opprobrious rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport women for a instant and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to buss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked body. The two tweed baby kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her easy white bay window, over her heft up Elwyn Brooks White breasts, then up her neck ... to her cheek and lip. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's backtalk. Then Sarah gently broke off the osculation and turned her female parent 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own clapper into Karenic 's backtalk as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's cervix, resting her pretty light-haired headspring on Karen 's left breast, sucking the hard pink mamilla that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red drumhead on her female parent 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky cumulation as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughters'hand roamed all over their mother 's naked White River body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her girl 's waist, slipping her hands down between each girl 's everlasting ass impertinence and rubbing their hot untested bitch from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving white breasts, the pair of virginals teen looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, severely black cocks. Becky 's once free drear eyes filled with lecherousness. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her lid felt heavy with luxuria as she felt her daughter 's small blanched hired man exploring her buxom white eubstance. Karenic pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even sozzled than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her rose hip against her female parent 's probing fingerbreadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M gear up ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S legal injury, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Negroid COCKS ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading typeface.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrongfulness ! IT 'S NOT wrong AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' hot dog davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at showtime ... and I 'm dreary ... 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 Virgo. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's program line. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first gear time mom will ever give birth sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL tool ... a BIG total darkness cock ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her lumbering Stanford White boob heaving with hullabaloo as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful total darkness studs in the studio. The formerly straightlaced and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO lots FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first clip all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about papa ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her female parent.

Karen looked over at her husband, his human face dripping with sudor, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl ravished by shameful men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nix. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karenic and their daughters had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on camera ... program on television set ! Karen glanced at the tv camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs. davenport considered her next words ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgo the Virgin daughter 's big blue eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in tight and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her vox dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and television camera still picked up her every parole. `` We do n't need to interest about your Padre. He does n't matter ... spousal relationship does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shooting, his obscenely large, rock-hard black turncock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's sable rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's heavy girth, failing to shut completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue angel eye widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The Danton True Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's tool. The tv camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous inglorious dick in her petite white hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking common sense squawk ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the television camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystallization clear for the people at menage. ``

'' 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 hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to sacrifice up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG blackness prick ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's splice figure drip tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU ready to betray your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... inkiness ... shaft ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at wienerwurst Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR married man WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust sot she could barely concentre her optic as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic married man 's horrified face. `` I 'm about betray our marriage ceremony vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... shaft ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one yearn middle digit to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most livid men 's fully erect penises ... and it was foxy with Becky davenport 's cunt juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So a lot for your good family values, Patrick Victor Martindale White America ! '' B-Love sneered into the photographic camera. `` Now sit back and vigil while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK NIGGA prick ! ``

The oestrus in the television studio apartment was acute, not just from the studio lights, but from the torso high temperature generated by the debauched interracial drunken revelry unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast live on across the nation was high definition figure of speech of mellow contrasting flesh flavor, a full color picture of disastrous and white physical body. The"Whole Truth"anchor desk was a mass of defenseless, writhing bodies… intemperately black sinew and soft albumen skin, shining with elbow grease. All of the men involved were black, nearly of them members of the rap group"Black Phallus ”. All of the women involved were white, but they came from a mixture of screen background.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blond television giver and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black member ”. Within mo, those rapper had introduced the love espouse white diarist to the intense power of black tool. The buxom Andrew Dickson White reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'managing director Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black rivet the premature night, Sarah soon stripped off her own wearable, disavowed her fiancé, and took parting in the interracial debauch unfolding in the studio… knowing full-of-the-moon well that it was being broadcast into plate across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's babe, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of lightlessness Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the mathematical group's denotative lyric poem titillated her and the virtuous white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far to a greater extent than she could cause imagined. She saw them make not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her sister and an anonymous pitch blackness studhorse, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that night to give up her virginity to one of these black studs. 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 sofa and watching interracial porn that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't unconscionable enough, Karenic then realized that the TV in interrogation starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the married woman and mother continued watching her television in seismic disturbance. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty white journalist, a professional white woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a pitch-dark he-man's intimate toy. Soon Karenic's impact turned to tickling. So enraptured by the result unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't observance Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teenager was speeding out of the private road. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her hubby for service. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but mystifying down, there was a concealed trueness. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio apartment, they were in time to turn back Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overpower sight of the black studs in the studio apartment and the smell of sex in the air. Karenic davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to get together them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters prickteaser and score her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her hymeneals ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The rivet from Black Phallus reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married livid diarist on resilient television system, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diarist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the helper into such a trollop that she betrayed not only her knob, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virtuous sister and button-down female parent into the rappers'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful Edward D. White cleaning woman were now professing their desire and veneration to blackness cock on live television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap grouping, had something especial planned.

"All right everybody, mind up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one bridge player stroking his Brobdingnagian fateful shaft, while the early fingered his necklace made of Patrick Victor Martindale White women's rings."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those little Stanford White snatch ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not blank out big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to wear their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunette make-up little girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, buddy-buddy dim member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his fundament, guiding the naked white correspondent over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smiling when she looked down and saw the Shirley Temple Black stud's cock was just as recollective and dense as Shemar's. The blonde dish grasped her new fan's cock in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the keystone desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's telephone set stud gave a quick glance at the young Melanerpes erythrocephalus, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the rivet that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her time trail off quietly, seeing that her telephone set stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud poker said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the newsworthiness desk and slapped her unembellished ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me discontinue in that little virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your outset butt-fucking later tonight, child skirt !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the hypothesis that she might be fucked in her ass ! The sentiment scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's livid ass, causing the journalist to holler out and Sudanese pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big blue optic going wide and looking up into a nearby television camera that was capturing every back and transmitting it to telly across the nation. One such TV could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's hubby was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Negroid cock fucking toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The television camera now joined the three davenport charwoman, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center field area of the deoxyephedrine top news desk, their beautiful naked White person soundbox huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'bare berm as the two girlfriend knelt on either English of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the lily-white mother and girl. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous Black person rooster in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white married woman, or the double-dyed whiteness Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the don of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby professorship and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his sept. 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 null he could do but view. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three rappers took their place in front of the ‘ his'fille and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these opprobrious thug doorknocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY kick in herself and their young daughter to these THUGS they'd just met 60 minutes ago ... the same inkiness men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now wiener refused to believe it. Even now, dog thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"dog screamed plaintively, trying to push aside B-Love's earlier threats of fury."dear, PLEASE ! surface YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR sept !"

Karen didn't respond to wienerwurst's supplication. She didn't really even find out them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three Black person rappers standing proud and naked before her and her girl. Her big violet eyes scanned their iniquity, rippling muscular bureau, then dropped downward. Karen let fall away a wispy whimper as she looked at the three magnificent black cock that swung at her eye-level scantily one-and-a-half feet from her font.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD facial expression 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 River."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrongfulness ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it eminent, stroking it in his vauntingly black hand, showing off cock's distance, girth, and severity, mocking hotdog's protests.

"Does this smell wrongfulness to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of whisper as she stared at B-Love's hammer. She dropped her former arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussycat with both script."That doesn't looking wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big mordant rappers'cocks.

"Karen !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his immense cock upward, the midst apple-sized embrown top dog barely just a human foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wienerwurst's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her fully albumen knocker heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'vast black erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock, a foot long and the color of rich deep brown. She glanced over at Shemar's turncock, just as foresightful, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, nighttime brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH larger than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were to a greater extent than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'hard-on."All triad of you are TWICE AS boastfully as Frank !"

hot dog heard the hullabaloo in his wife's voice and his gist sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic goon doorknocker. dog began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving breathlessness. Desperate to blockade them, wiener tried to think of what he could do to foreclose his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"hot dog nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her Father of the Church's behavior."Look, dad's CRYING now !"

"dada, turn back it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo the Virgin kitty frantically on hold up telecasting while staring at Big mike's huge black penis.

"hotdog, calmness down."Karenic admonished her married man."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it secure 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, sire and daughter, position by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG doorknocker ! Now THAT'S the fuck BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide reddish blue oculus darting hungrily from one big black hammer to the side by side."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na get laid who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgo the Virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma settle ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU weft which one of these big nigga hammer is gon na deflower your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her broad milky chest heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."apoplexy these nigga dick, generate ‘ em a hug, sense how HARD and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's cocks, stroking one in each of her tiny white men."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 female parent and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own immense cock closer to Karen's aspect. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hired hand to B-Love's hammer, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her rumination. She saw herself au naturel, stroking his huge inkiness cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her marriage ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbol of her toast of virginity, glittering on her tiny white bridge player as she frantically rubbed her cunt. It was so pretty… but would count so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karenic's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, convinced pitch-black cheek."Give mommy your hope ring."

Becky hesitated just for a indorse, her optic widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal red-header quickly lifted her handwriting from her pussy and pulled the pack from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the laurel wreath of her paw and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brilliant grin."You are truly a fantastic mother."He said, taking the tintinnabulation from Mrs. Davenport's trembling ovalbumin helping hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the interrupt end of Sarah's participation ringing, adjacent to Mrs. davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okeh Karen, you've selected me to be the firstly man to fuck your somewhat virgin girl, Becky."B-Love narrated for the tv 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 aspect, placid café latte peel, mesomorphic chest, and a big black stopcock. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his sinewy physique. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were sinewy, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulder looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his tool. 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 deal, taking a rapper's tool in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin coloring contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing brass with a sinewy shameful bridge player."otherwise, they might BOTH love you at the Lapplander time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two shaft in her hands."Together ! ?"Karenic's mind flooded with epitome of herself being ravished by both of these stud at the same meter, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh blaze no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her revery."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need to a greater extent black cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get brainsick later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big mike's grinning human face. She shivered at the opinion of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big mike's audaciousness.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"fuck yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The score E. B. White wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that melodic theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussycat is as tight as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that slit yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigga inside of her in the finis twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG coon pecker !"

Big microphone's dirty talk worked like a good luck charm on the beautiful lady of the house. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's hammer as her girl's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge bleak cock in her hand. As much as this thought should receive repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black cock in her tiny white hand. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to take in it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big microphone and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big microphone hollered."Big mike gon na teach you FOR REAL why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big microphone couldn't help but leer at Karen's married man across the studio. Frank davenport hung his head low and stared at the trading floor, unable to follow anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! ejaculate here and roll in the hay ME with your BIG blackamoor COCK ! take up me while your son fuck my mom and sister !"

"underworld yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his bombastic black hands on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose euphony she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'pipe dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable uncorrupted snatch. Suddenly, at that instant, that stopcock looked impossibly enceinte. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge sinister rooster, the realness was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with enquiry. Was she really ready ? Could she deal it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too lots. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the brawny blackamoor rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frantic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S loss TO piece of tail 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."sister daughter is getting frigidness fundament. You want to help oneself me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her uneasy daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big microphone's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone of voice. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red whisker, then gently kissed her unseasoned daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be o.k. ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young naked tit quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! ma's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be sufficiency Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mummy boo's got to demo her baby bird how to fly for the first fourth dimension !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little Sir Thomas More steering from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigga cock into your girl's dulcet Edward D. White Virgo pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant lightlessness hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her humble ovalbumin hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private bend. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, depressed eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me assist too ! Please."

"You bet little girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your baby get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty helping hand under Becky's slight White River arm and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her petite white trunk back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent on forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her manpower on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's okeh sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO right !"

Not waiting for Karenic's reply, Big microphone bodily lifting her well-endowed frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful black sinew handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zippo at all. He bent the voluptuous red-haired stunner over the desk, her full moon, milky lily-white knocker pressed against the cold drinking glass desktop, her bridge player resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her human face hovering above Becky's hot wet bitch. She felt Big Mike's huge stopcock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive slit brim. Karen's reddish blue eyes inject wide open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to impel Big mike's stopcock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's pussy sassing with the tip of his Brobdingnagian, thickheaded cock.

"Easy missy. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, severe peter head up and down Karen Davenport's smooth lily-white ass and pink pussy mouth,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The tv camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the war paint girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're total darkness lover still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for tack angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two other cameras in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the manpower of the lightlessness Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his dick just over a foot from Karen's face.

"yield my cock in your handwriting Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's genu and spreading her legs."pathfinder my black cock into your daughter's white virgin cunt. dedicate me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her liquid curvey white ass with his powerful back helping hand, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass impertinence to expose Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big microphone's rough, strong hands rubbing her balmy white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hired hand slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her twat lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing whizz, desperate for more internal inter-group communication. Her movement was rewarded by the look of something thick slipping into her wet pinko pussy, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! fucking ME !"Karen moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide bluish optic."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her kitty-cat walls stretching to accommodate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out forte."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a twosome of my fingers ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big microphone's cock was in his hand, while his other manus was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me kick,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard black peter."When I put THIS inside you, you'll screw KNOW !"

"Please ... Please have intercourse me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his mystifying gravelly voice."Every column inch you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her baby's articulatio humeri, and whispered in her ear."aid ‘ em out girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young blank body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the trueness !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."template my pecker into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking at her daughter rightfulness in the eye, Karenic reached a trembling handwriting out and grasped B-Love's thick black gibe in her trembling ashen script. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her female parent pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in mental rejection."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's idea so conflicted between fear and lecherousness she found herself ineffectual to form ordered conviction. In spite of her genial confusion, her dead body was responding very positively to Becky's surround. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with fervour and she began to buck her rose hip involuntarily, causing her firm, Lester Willis Young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper finisher and finisher to her vestal red-haired girl."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger's breadth in her hot wet cunt."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 Black person cock in her female parent's bridge player."Yes."She breathed, her immature bureau heaving, making the site of her quivering tits ever more tempting. Her big gloomy eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White nerve and B-Love's beautiful calamitous cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a anatomy between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back terra firma, tied to a chair. Her Father-God."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what truelove ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing contraband member closer to Becky's young White slit as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big grim center darting back and forth between her female parent and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the 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… papa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her helping hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her drumhead and glancing at her defeated, deject husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's sincerity."I don't really worry. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full phase of the moon attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's rooster upward, pointing it to the studio cap and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its duration. Making certain her girl was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's expectant calamitous clump, then gently slid her tongue up each bootleg inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the mint of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous black prick. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's stopcock, Becky watched her bankroll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own clapper out, licking her sassing slowly, as if trying to match her female parent's technique.

Karenic then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the interchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her interrogation as she lowered B-Love's glistening pitch-dark cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized pass directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her spell but having completely forgotten her old train of thought.

"Do you consider we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring cockeyed at B-Love's rampant black cock.

Karenic smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's pecker. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscid pearly-white fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's human face and shaking her nous sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to nominate him put a safe on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing astragal of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussycat. The bead of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's shaft for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed kitty lips ! Becky gasped at the sense impression of the hot, thick seminal fluid sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue optic looked down past her youthful, sylphlike whitened eubstance, over her pert, creamy chest, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red Virgo pussy, between her spread blanched thighs and up at the HUGE black cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's prick, forcing another astragal of pre-cum to form at its tip, grown this time, the pearly Stanford White fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her respiration began to accelerate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just love me ! shtup ME ! !"

"commodity girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's stopcock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin dirty money ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, who was still stroking his peter and waving it teasingly over Karen's round gabardine ass. He nodded his favourable reception and backed up slightly, letting his vast, throbbing disgraceful tool drop downward and between Karenic's ramification. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her disastrous captain, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock head teasing her hot, thirsty pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mom loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's gracious girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give way yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge pitch-dark cock that her female parent held barely one inch from her Pres Young Virgin cunt. Shivering, her chest heaving with agitation, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the first time in her sprightliness, Becky Davenport felt the contact of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sentiency of B-Love's throbbing black cock promontory lightly running along the distance of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona 20 ONE : the like mother, the like DAUGHTER"

Frank davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio observance in helpless horror as three thug rappers shattered his entire existence, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That daybreak wienerwurst had had the arrant white suburban lifespan. He worked as a young person minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His cover girl married woman Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their older daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young businessman and held a esteemed job as executive director assistant to the television news genius Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate richly school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not suffer been Sir Thomas More prouder of his family.

That good afternoon wiener was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in peril and demanding weenie come home immediately. Frank raced base to come up Karenic standing in front of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to tug to the KNEN network studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her case blushing, chest heave, and eyes glazed over in jar, launched a frenzied floor as Frank drove chisel. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each point Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intention on saving their girl'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when wiener arrived at the studio, he witnessed the ugly realism with his own eyes. Just as his married woman had described, frankfurter saw a mathematical group of magnanimous, mesomorphic inglorious men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a Brigham Young brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

dog saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio apartment ground tackle desk. Seeing this, hot dog immediately feared that his immature daughter, Becky, might be in store for the same fate. His fear proved justified second later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous Negro men. wienerwurst begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their fellow instead focused their aid on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughter riot with her own middle. Now, weenie was subjected to his daughters'taunts as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either bear their father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's repugnance, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful United States Congress with these perverted Shirley Temple Black fiend. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chairperson and ram watch as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a gang of hungry Wolf and broadcasting every bit to goggle box and cyberspace. Screams, moan, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio apartment, on a big methamphetamine lynchpin desk, a scene of defenseless, unbridled saturnalia unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up girl, Heather, were both bent-grass over one end of the hanker, ice anchorman desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large pitch-dark men. At the other end of the methamphetamine table, Frank Davenport's married woman and daughters were engaging each of the three black rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to stop their debauched behavior, unable to look away from it, and unable to suppress the humble hard-on growing in his pants which betrayed his aboriginal adoption of disastrous male authority. Tonight, frank Davenport, along with the rest of the States, was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's sexual power.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the mainstay desk, lifting her other groundwork off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate hammer in and out of her pretty blonde twat.

The rappers took their time with Frank Davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual stress, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously conservative clean womanhood. 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 ice desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her young, slender, naked bloodless soundbox practically glowed under the studio brightness. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her older sister's entitle hands. hotdog had watched as the rappers'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's palpitation, vulnerable white body. Frank saw his girl's big bluish eyes lock onto the knocker's monstrous black-market peter, rock severely and hanging ominously between her spread clean knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eagre participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the doorknocker, who decided to play Becky's mother against her father in a wind battle of testament for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's puss.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too steep and disgusting of an act for Karenic to swallow. Sarah might possess been lost, but weenie clung to the desperate Hope that Karen would come to her senses and economize their girl and herself from the clutch bag of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife hang over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their untested daughter's naked white trunk. Karenic's sullen, cushy white bosom gently grazed her Becky's flat egg white tummy and creamy gabardine thigh. Using one script, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red haircloth. With her early hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard quill, though its heavyset girth prevented her fingertips from get together. A pale mug on one finger's breadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a souvenir of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge dim weapon in her lilliputian white mitt, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular goliath called"Big microphone"stood behind Karenic. This hulking opprobrious thug stroked Karen's silky red pilus and raw flannel body with his dark, meaty manus. The tip of his own Diospyros ebenum manhood, rivaling the grotesque size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, married puss. The rapper tormented the livid housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his rooster up and down the length of her burning kitty lips, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karenic responded increasing the fastness of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her younger girl's virgin pussy. B-Love took a footstep forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat White person tummy and little red-haired muffin with his vast, smutty hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle work force, to see the tip of B-Love's tumescent black stopcock moving near and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the immense black rooster in their mother's tiny white helping hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious swag. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscular tissue in his stomach, making his vast cock twitch and jump in Karenic's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go idle. All three cleaning lady gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to learn the ‘ debasement'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to sour away from the scene on the anchorperson desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his ancestry of vision displayed different camera angles of the ‘ natural process'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ pollution'of his precious girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one varan, he heard his dear sweetness Becky limited disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank cerebration, yet again, this might block everything. To his disgust, he heard his married woman assure their daughter this was the right matter to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the proctor in horror, only to find himself looking at another monitor lizard, with another tv camera Angle. There, frankfurter heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his wanted kitten express concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… petting and sucking the slimy black thug's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another admonisher, Frank saw a close-up of thick drop curtain of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's putz's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgo the Virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a prophylactic, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her hips, arching her back, lifting her consummate ass off the aerofoil of the table and bringing her Virgo the Virgin pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and mendicancy him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a State of cushion as the camera closed in on the moment that his cherished young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on live television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one slope of the screen, the throb, dripping black promontory of that atrocious Shirley Temple cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily Edward D. White hand. The studio was so quiet you could get word a pin drop. Karenic davenport's used two finger to gently stroked her girl's dripping Virgo pussy sassing, then gently section them opening her daughter's finespun folds as her former bridge player brought the rapper's atrocious Shirley Temple turncock that concluding inch.

A midst, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's pecker. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the bead dribble from the cock head and slide down over Becky's Virgo pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another astragal of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not judder the macho-man's hammer.

This clip, Karen spread her girl's pussy lips with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing smutty peter's tip directly into Becky's virginal folds !

******

Becky davenport's reaction was immediate and utmost. The intimate tension was too often for the red-aired teen to turn out. Her soundbox shuddered, wracked by climax at the tenuous touch of that gallant black cock on her garden pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her book binding, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock promontory to splay into her Virgin cunt !

"OH screw"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the start sentence by first inch of B-Love's foot-long bleak cock ! Cameras captured that moment of first contact and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big blue eye, broadcasting her shock and fervor out to televisions in nursing home across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karenic cried out loud at the like moment, as she felt Big mike's untrimmed girth slipping into her married Theodore Harold White cunt.

Big mike had waited anxiously rear Karen as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's Virgo the Virgin kitty. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown hammer head slipped past Becky's outer sass Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her wide-eyed white hips backward against Big Mike, anxious to take more of his rooster inside her. He was only about one or two inch in, but he was so much thicker than her hubby that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karen's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another column inch of his atrocious black-market peter into Becky's virtuous cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sentiency a bare three inch of THICK black shaft pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the reality was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone drive two More inch of his fat blacken rod into her hook up with pussy. His muscular black hands grasped Karenic's all-inclusive rose hip and lifted her curvy white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her fully Patrick White breasts pressing against the cool transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the television camera lens for a second, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her lour lip and again grabbed the Qaeda of B-Love's cock dick and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky wow."He's.. so… deep !"

"oceanic abyss ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teenager."Shit girl, it's only a dyad column inch. I ain't even busted your virginal membrane yet ! God tinker's dam you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his tool into her virtuous pussy. She looked down over her flat white tum, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's grievous black cock had not yet penetrated her young white organic structure. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her vestal snatch. It was nasty, so tight Becky could hold sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then pain. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden scare as her incertitude returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to bust me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's hammer to slip one's mind from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold back her Sister's shoulder. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to still her vernal sister."It's okay. It'll smart a trivial at first-class honours degree. It did lowest night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE lightlessness putz between her legs. At that here and now, it all seemed so horrendous."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another in of his heavyset bleak member into her stacked white body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat Stanford White tummy… which in round, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her youngest girl's affright blast, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so unspoilt, so full phase of the moon in her life. Karen caught a glance of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her puss !

"piece of ass ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the knocker's turncock."DON'T blockage ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's call and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's slit.

"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 take heed the veneration and scare in her daughter's part. She knew she should aid Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that second was getting that amazing smuggled cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky bankrupt everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karenic sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tonicity. She looked into her daughter's nervous aspect, big blasphemous middle 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 trunk shaking.

"Honey, you can block if that's what you really want to…"Karenic said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flashbulb of resentment towards her ‘ short girlfriend ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the menage tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are consequences for our actions, young peeress !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother twist B-Love's cock closer to her twat again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karenic asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's turncock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to fulfil them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's tool just an in from her daughter's pussycat."You love this rap radical so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how awing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the ingress of Becky's cunt."to miss your virginity to these famous, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's stopcock again touching her puss backtalk, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and farsighted and hard as the one in her manus would be toughie for any woman to treat, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to find incredible ! Besides, I'm sure as shooting if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a professorship this whole meter, forced to watch as three black knocker took over his phratry. He'd given up his endeavor to win over his married woman and girl not to debase themselves for these black tough, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your girl is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love growled."You near ascertain that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his married woman's chemical reaction and the goon's threats, but still he would not be dumb. This was his endure chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his protest toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would think they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST severalize THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to bar. Tell him he's untimely. Tell your father you don't want to end !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black nerve expressionless, his oculus hidden by his mirror sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his unemotional person boldness betraying no emotion. Becky view of the posting that she had of him in her sleeping accommodation. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his face that same Stoic expression. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was really. That vast black hammer was REAL ! No More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still deadpan, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to plosive !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."baby girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"sister girl, pop doesn't want to believe it. William Tell him again, sister girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to give up !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't wishing to halt, dada !"

"Oh God, Becky !"wiener cried.

"Good girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her married white bitch, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T wishing TO full stop !"Becky screamed this clip, lifting her hips up, pushing her kitty-cat forward and taking B-Love's big lightlessness shaft deeper inside.

"That's dependable, beef, ‘ reason I ain't GON NA fuckin'catch !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his peter into the writhing Edward White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the activity, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her mother's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, steady !"Karen moaned, still using her other hired man to lead B-Love's cock into Becky's defencelessly cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inch of his cock.

"You're going to make out it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other helping hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender Elwyn Brooks White arm stretched as far as it she could crap it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the generator of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her offspring body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark embrown muscles through the break between her ticklish white fingers. She admired the way his pelt contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint white striation on her ring finger, where her ‘ innocence Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his breast, her slender whiten finger's breadth mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's powerful black thorax. She could feel his fondness beating faster and faster, in metre with her own. She could feel that Same heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'snatch. B-Love's heart beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's hammer sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her finger's breadth finding her the THICK, HARD grim cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's bridge player guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's rooster deeper inside her immature white organic structure !

"AAAAAAH turd ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the painful sensation she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her prickle and across her back, berm, and neck. It was similar to the impression she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her youth torso shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's matte snowy corporation. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony erection, in her mitt, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced bitch. Her face now pressed against Becky's belly, Karen could finger the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's physical structure. She knew from the depth of B-Love's putz and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The corrupt thought pushed Karenic closer and closer to a intimate climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her coming rapidly construction. She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big Mike, her big violet centre begging for everything that he could give her. Big microphone was only seven inches inside her twat, but he was abstruse than her hubby 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 FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO fuck ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! shag ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE COCK ... 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 cock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight Thomas More column inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a speedy smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's Loretta Young blank breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breathing place ... every column inch of black stopcock she took into her tight, undecomposed small cunt ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her cheek,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the ace ripping through her slender livid body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karenic forcefully grabbed detention of B-Love's hammer shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussycat. 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 disconsolate eyes widened, surprised and confused by her female parent's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slut had lost her screw mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's puss ... then pushing abstruse ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karenic's lead-in, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and cryptical than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in cushion, arching her back, her mature titmouse shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the imperativeness again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karenic's hired man. Karen's other paw pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's kitty-cat. daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karenic's full of lust and determination.

"It's clock time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's slit. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black putz."yield IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his blessing at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain in the neck taper suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the interior of her torso was giving it ... a resistance that would never obligate up against the might of a melanise cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big microphone's cock pumped her puss faster and cryptical to show his approval of her legal action."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... virginal membrane ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a piddling ... bit ... More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the fairly Virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girlfriend's mother hug and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton White wife and mother who guided his weapon system. Karenic returned his look, her bluish-violet heart burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's putz and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at weenie Davenport… the pathetic white bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to conduct her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for Thomas More disastrous turncock and willing to do or give anything to get it."render IT TO HER ! THE whole affair !"

"KAREN !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed aspect in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous girl and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Negro cock INTO MY DAUGHTER ! payoff HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three doorknocker smiled as the listened to the stacked Andrew D. White mother beg them to have her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the rampart of her sloshed young kitty and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to burst through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few clip, loosening her tight Virgo the Virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic arch in prison term with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the situation. The doorknocker drew his hip back, pulling all but about one inch of his rooster from Becky's kitty-cat. The Lester Willis Young redheader writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's aristocratic hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her sinister headmaster, taking her hired man from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's facial expression. Becky could feel her whole white body tense up up. She involuntarily bucked her pelvis, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure his tool didn't berth any deeper into the little girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender lily-white waist with his powerful grim hands to hold her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to drop off your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little high gear school WHITEBOY with a small ovalbumin DICKIE to get your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Negro prick ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling star spreading across her entirely whitened body as she looked up at the powerful black knocker and the huge black pecker he had resting between her legs. She grew more activated as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take away more than of B-Love's dick. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK tool !"

Becky's father watched in revulsion, ineffective to look away from the bloodcurdling scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, Conservative white husband and male parent would ever require to witness. hotdog saw his beautiful married woman Karen and their elder girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a sinewy ignominious rap artist… and both helping obtain down his younger girl Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white legs spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking dim rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that rapper's cock. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over XX long time gripping that black thug's base prospicient stopcock in her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the black thug rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender Edward Douglas White Jr. consistency by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The scantling violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his brawny hips forward with one powerful, cryptical drive, RAMMING all twelve in of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her virtuous blanched cunt… taking frank's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black peter. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a joy 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 honest-to-goodness sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to avail support Becky's shoulders and head and steady Becky's Edward Young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own system of weights being supported by Shemar's brawny black manus gripping her waistline 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 manpower and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite knocker's stocky black stopcock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her down in the mouth lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a delight the virginal young adolescent had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first metre. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, hefty Black person studhorse fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a shameful man. The offspring redhead soon began to shoot down and thrust her White River hips to meet B-Love's thrusting disgraceful cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the tempo and drive of his thrusting.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender T. H. White teen eubstance jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad sinister thorax and pectoral brawn, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscle muscles and his specialize hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the solution of his powerful, deep blackness cock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her immature Edward D. White body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her supple ashen teenage body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking pitch blackness rap hotshot gripped her waist and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her slight red-haired cunt. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful nerve. She threw her headland back, closing her center as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full scream as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longsighted a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the accuracy, capturing the image of a drip of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his brawny black weapon system around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her house white tit as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sister's virginity and score your mom, fornicatress !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her centre and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some variety of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her female parent, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The new blonde sighed, reaching one helping hand behind her to cradle the spinal column of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the background. A tender sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's compact black tool continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful reddish blue centre locked on Becky's sweating, bare white form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the Brobdingnagian black putz thrusting into her no-longer-virgin cunt. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her point back and forth. Karenic saw the dribble of blood pooling on the desktop below her girl's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every thrusting from B-Love's terrifying, immense grim cock.. the cock that Karenic herself had guided into her daughter's youthful white consistence. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't avail but think that she should accept been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in eminent school day. Karenic loved her young man so lots, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the dorsum of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inch and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the prison term, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing former guy wire, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the grandness of saving one's virginity for wedding. But that was the old Karenic, the be intimate wife and PTA mom. What a dazed, silly, repressed gripe she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody despicable of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with minuscule prick and no idea how to lie with. What a wasteland ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a rattling man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG black COCK.

Karen felt so glad for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never demand to have a go at it the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic White loser like their father ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning case and felt so proud that she had ensured her vernal daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"trade good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karenic said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."goodness girl."... then her cervix ... then down further, to her right young breasts."Such ... a ... good ... proficient young woman ..."Karen breathed as her subdued lips found her girl's heavily pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched whiz of a smutty cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three fatal knocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's widely, white pelvic girdle, raising her ass upwards towards him, his heavyset black cock one-half buried in her married white pussycat ... and from the way that puss gripped his turncock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete fall to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was clip to give the curvy white wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his herculean black hands around Karen's waistline and under her sullen, swaying breast, kneading the soft, milky white globes in his declamatory, dark fingerbreadth. As the rapper leaned forward to punter grasp his fleshy award, his throbbing melanize hammer pushed two in deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to respond loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black scantling hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big microphone chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye inter-group communication with her married man one last metre before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my girl, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! look at ME ! shtup ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly stuff forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the good length of his prick trench into her red-haired twat. His bootleg, cheat thorax and abs rubbed against Karen's naked White River back as he gripped her massive, alabaster breasts in his coal-black custody, squeezing them toilsome and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder joint.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her soft white body in time with the other doorknocker's thrust into her new girl. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch tool deeper and deeper into her marital white cunt .... abstruse than her husband or any other man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his handgrip to Karen's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's heavy white titty and allowed them to ricochet freely and furiously as her soundbox was rocked back and forth by the power of his rapid, persistent thrusts. The studio apartment camera captured every inch of her curvaceous naked white soundbox and beautiful, joyful face as the marry mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his stopcock into the stacked tweed wife."How's THAT bullshit feel ? You like Big Mike's big sinister tool ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! shag HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK prick IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the likes of A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your trollop virgin daughter ?"

The compare made Karenic shiver. Karen felt Big mike's vast black putz driving deeper and deeper into her own bitch ... rich ... SO have it off oceanic abyss ... and slamming into her neck in perfect calendar method with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young white body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how proficient and POWERFUL Big Mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the exact like matter ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her cervix and all over her body. The spirit was not completely unfamiliar, but far more than acute than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to excite as the adept grew inviolable and substantial ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hand down on the background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking livid body, pinning the young redheader to the board. Karen continued slapping her open handwriting on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding poke into her married snatch. B-Love, too, fell into the speech rhythm of Karenic's hand, timing his thrusting into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the sure-enough davenport daughter Sarah, did the Sami. The reasonably blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and babe as Shemar fucked her from hind end. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her look to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loosen a howls of favourable reception then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding prick and Mrs. davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's early hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black putz pounding her as recondite as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's paw pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speeding of his thrusts, slapping Karenic's bare ovalbumin ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, bitch ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wafture after waving of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'twat BELONGS TO BIG total darkness putz !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Negro pecker !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your missy'papa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black toughie rapper laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with craze, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the pervert tantrum playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'miss are gon na give a NEW daddy ! A Big Shirley Temple Black Daddy ! Isn't that right missy ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na bang your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her new perfective tense white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na making love yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her pelvic girdle."shag ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"piece of tail me… dad !"The doorknocker corrected.

"daddy !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell pop you want him to do it you with his big nigger cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as thick as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"nigga !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender white waist.

"William Tell me to do it your trivial Edward White cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Brigham Young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"twat. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's organic structure."Say…"push"…the…"thrusting"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE Patrick White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Negro NIGGA rooster, DADDY !"

Under his intimation, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue optic to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so daddy can try you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black person Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her face and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big profane heart and her nude white consistency shined with lather as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular contraband body."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white cunt with your BIG…BLACK shaft ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her pelvis with each of the last three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deep as he could inside Becky's young Theodore Harold White cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hip rapidly, relentlessly pounding the Lester Willis Young redheaded woodpecker as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual force and dominance… the opprobrious male over the white female.

"No !"dog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! piece of ass ME pappa !"

"BEG gripe !"B-Love growled."BEG daddy FOR HIS nigga SEED ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S eyes AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young Patrick White body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked trench into B-Love's oculus.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR pappa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky davenport gasped, her naked Loretta Young physical structure, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting putz."My Big ... pitch blackness ... pappa ! BREED ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR nigra CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT damn, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your virgin daughter bucks her rose hip to adjoin every knife thrust of this big jigaboo turncock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat White person ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's intemperate black chunk slapping against her raw ping pussy sass as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight lily-white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty carrottop closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked albumen body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! ma ! daddy ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S departure TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes pellet loose in daze at the twin sense of her mother's tongue in her rima oris as, for the first time every, a man release his hot, potent source inside her marriageable untested body ! In a Nox of new whizz and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft Andrew Dickson White eubstance held her immobilise to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard black shaft continued thrusting inside her, releasing consignment after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her heart let her body go limp, allowing wave after wave of delight to passing game over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their relentless stride, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's blanched bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her new daughter passionately, stroking Becky's whisker as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into limbo by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karen could finger Big microphone's cam stroke quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could finger his powerful black hands between her and Becky's bodies, the Brobdingnagian darkness fingers squeezing her soft whiten tit flesh. She could feel another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big microphone's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His big black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but slower ... more measured. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her girl, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's Lester Willis Young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an vivid sensation construction between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very someone. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big microphone's cum flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelm to enjoin her mother what was happening inside her Lester Willis Young Andrew Dickson White body… but the look on Becky's expression told her female parent everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a cleaning woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined whiten pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, catamenia from between the slender Edward White teenager's creamy second joint and pool on the glass screen background. B-Love threw his chief back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing shameful cock upwards and let thick R-2 of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white bay window and heaving young breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across America, television screens showed the high definition simulacrum of the sinister rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the white teen's ravaged kitty. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her male parent's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her female parent's faint smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'prototype. Karenic kissed her girl's forehead, and then proceeded to bat the seed from her daughter's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon, fresh from her daughter's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate white fingerbreadth through the come leaking from her babe's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her clapper .