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

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The computer blind flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small legend appeared in the abject left corner of the sieve :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at foremost, just the casual pluck of a lone guitar twine. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's locomotive engine splatter and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle slash to the interior of the car, showing a White River home. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful albumen wife sitting at his side of meat. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college preference brochure, is their pretty white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 actor. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her pamphlet and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't look glad either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the cowl. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the railway locomotive, panicked, scratching his read/write head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his deal from the estrus. The girl sees her begetter shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high schooling graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cubicle earphone. She picks up her cell headphone and starts entering a phone identification number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front tush, watching her married man, seemingly concerned for his accidental injury. Suddenly, the daughter's bridge player taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her headland. The girl tilts her head at and nods toward her don. The mom sees him still prancing around in social movement 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 headphone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The mob now has all the car doors open, and are all sudation. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, various blouse push undone, and fan herself with a cartridge holder. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A enceinte pick-up hand truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab threshold, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ ruining ”. The door opens and a bombastic grim automobile mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a toilsome aggressive rap beat, the Saame one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black automobile mechanic is tall and very powerful, wearing some loose fitting denim and a rigorous tee. The daughter watches him take the air toward the family car and smile. daughter slowly rolls off the car lens hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the locomotive engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front end of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the girl, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's lens hood and showing off her lithe, scantily dress body. The he-man smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbutton revealing her inside segmentation of her plentiful white meat and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much pelt she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder joint at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to snarf the freighter hem of the blouse up, tying the battlefront tush of her blouse together, revealing her own vapid midriff. The grease monkey looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her blue jean short-shorts. The photographic camera slowly rises up the miss's diminutive short circuit, over her mat tan belly, her firm sweaty bosom, pouting back talk, and ice blue eyes. The stud poker makes eye middleman with the girlfriend, making certainly she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her plenteous cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's care, returns the dipstick to the railway locomotive, making sure as shooting to make a couple of superfluous suggestive knife thrust as he drives it home. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully unmindful to all of this.

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

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful fateful blazon, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his night, mighty torso, rippling with muscular tissue. Mom's big blue eyes widen. Daughter licks her sassing, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's scoop and sees the pair of baseball glove he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the locomotive over and shake his head, then walks to the dorsum of his truck and begins to mesh his hook and winch. The grease monkey bends down and attaches the come-on to the bumper of the car. His muscular tissue flex, the sweat making his blackamoor skin shine in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a match of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walk back over to the car and looks at the claw. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one western fence lizard motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* auditory sensation. The hubby leap in fright and covers his head for shelter. As this happens, the camera angle modification to read the black auto-mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the car-mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few column inch, just enough so that any viewer of the music picture would hump that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and girl, middle wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The photographic camera returns to the previous television camera Angle within a second, and the machinist is pulling up his knickers. The husband, still cowering from the belted ammunition's noise, has missed all of this. The language continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ drive you been mistreated
YA'song THE WRECKER"

The shop mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the medicine video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The car-mechanic opens the passenger door for the folk, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her unit of ammunition ass a little push up into the bum. following, the married man climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to get care of himself. The auto-mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and climbs up into the driver's butt, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is manifest 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 forfend an out or keeping situation, the husband move for the married woman to sit in his lap and make room for the girl. The wife declines the offer, and before the married man can insist, it's too late. The girl hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad titty mere column inch from the car-mechanic's extensive black side. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the shop mechanic's bare, black torso. The auto-mechanic starts the truck and begins to beat back as the white teen squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and founding father face ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the pitch-black car-mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his forefront left and veracious, trying to see around the daughter's chief so that he can push back. The girl continues to wrestle in the automobile mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her principal resting on one of his broad black shoulder joint. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's sizable whitened cleavage. The auto-mechanic seems to have difficulty steering the truck, and the married man glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the device driver who glances in the mirror, then at the hubby. The automobile mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the egg white teenager in his lap and the pretty white married woman sitting side by side to him. A grin slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the married man and nods toward the family line's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate room in the cab for him to get 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 happen if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding smutty stranger. The hubby then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glimpse again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his regard. The hubby furrows his forehead in worry, and the married woman grinning at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, overdo breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the doorway behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench hind end, indicating the wife should dash over and urinate room for their girl to get out of the automobile mechanic's lap.

"So if you just rise up your hood,
I can fix you tangible good."

As the married man gets into the kinfolk car's driver's rear end, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to locomote to the heart of the bench bottom. The auto-mechanic Begin to drive away sits back to mount in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and girl in the large tail windowpane of the truck cab. A vex spirit creep across the husband's face as he sees that in venom of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the car-mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very crude ride in the towed family car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is cognisant of the outcome. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's terrace seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the automobile mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's brass shows distress and concern ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's care. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the kernel of the Bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his facial expression. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his married woman is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her weaponry. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the machinist's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a hind end on the far side of the truck's cab. The hubby is about to breathe a sigh of moderation until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At commencement, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's backside window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hands and forces them down, under the motortruck's rear window, out of view. The husband looks at his girl, a foreign repellent smiling is on her brass. She is not trying to wax over her female parent to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to crowd her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband picket, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the auto-mechanic and bearer her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her caput 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 pick out you to my PUMP
Station…
my pump… my pump…
station.
I can make your motor purr again !"

The auto-mechanic seems distracted by something and the hand truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waving at her begetter. She then hold her hands up, palms facing one another, about a substructure apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite sympathise and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his married woman's head pop up from below the tooshie window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her sassing. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her denudate white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties ! The father ticker, mouth agape, as his girl climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the saddle horn again. Then he sees his girl's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's windowpane then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to dissent what he is helpless to hold back. He sees his middling clean wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue oculus fully of compassion ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it heart-to-heart, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her girl's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring digit up at him and slips the wedding band from her Edward D. White paw, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car French horn again and again as he watches his married woman grinning at him one utmost time, blowing him a candy kiss with one paw and wave goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 miles an hr, with a loudly crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a dependable stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The TV ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 routine and the slogan ..."foretell the tow car !"

Again, the legend appeared in the low-pitched corner of the screen :"The diversionist ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocuous of the two girls. Like her best ally Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with retentive red hair, alluring green centre, and a light source sparge of freckles across the bridge of her nozzle."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

"Explicit ?"Lauren chided."You barely saw that female child's coffin nail in one quick jibe, I'd hardly call it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some religious puritan with religious prude parents !"

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her category was very religious. Becky's founder was a very button-down man who attended church merging twice a hebdomad. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian time value. They were not to decorate provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate amusement'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these formula with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ uncivilized child'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done matter like worn mid-riff stripping cover to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with batch of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other tops worn by her equal. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost rails of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of male child who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her chastity was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a whiteness mob, a symbol of her promise to her class that she would persist a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as crazy as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did own, secretly, was her taste in euphony. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap grouping called"Negroid phallus ”. The Song were good, though reasonably risque. Becky began looking for more of the Sung on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few inter-group communication that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's reckoner prevented her from making any downloads from those localization. Black phallus CD's seemed unacceptable to happen in local euphony stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyric were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong cycle and beats made her want to dance. What she didn't mention to her curious ally was that the songs were stirring potent impulse than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that cautious Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to hear to a Negro Phallus birdcall to accomplish the in force coming. to a greater extent and more, she wanted to hear their euphony and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her Quaker Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their medicine video that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a smut moving-picture show ?"

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

"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 ‘ automobile mechanic'get up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to arrest her fervor, afraid that Lauren would believe her interest was less than sizeable."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 sole video they have available for download. The situation 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 be intimate about the interview ? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

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

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her center."So Shirley Temple Phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't reference it ?"

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

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

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

"Well…"Becky bit her down lip."She doesn't really have it off I listen to that type of medicine. I doubt she'd okay. You know how spiritual and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to state 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 adjoin them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a susurration."That would be amazing ! Do you think you could get me a VIP pas too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and talk about their medicine being so popular in the baseball club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on goggle box for a ‘ live no-holds barred, undivided interview and appearance USA and the rest of the world what Black 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 site says the interview will be last and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There's supposed to be some sort of streaming video matter on their site, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a credit carte du jour, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a telecasting interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black person genus Phallus is planning to render some of their former music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"saboteur"video was expressed, just suppose what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the Black Phallus medicine television could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her judgement began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black member might make their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic picture unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her look turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of form ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eyes widen with wonder, she decided to taunt her sheltered Quaker a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their endure shows ! I wonder if the audience will get wild."

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

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her apprehend Friend."I ... I think I should squall my sister !"

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

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In the two yr since her college graduation exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American English television news media. She'd graduated from UCLA with the high-pitched scores of anybody in the slew communications field, and immediately found employment with a overseas telegram news network. It was a commodity job too, as an"amusement Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should suffer gone to individual with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executive director had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless T. H. White complexion, dazzling grin, and big blue centre. Her beautiful human face was framed by a thick the great unwashed of wavy, silky, blonde hair's-breadth that she kept cut above her neckline. Her spokesperson was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a sort of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'grimace, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 human body, and her sexy getup, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television receiver, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her moving picture graced the cover of 12 of magazines, and she received many lucrative crack for molding and advertising study. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so a good deal on her appearing. Money and exposure were incontrovertible, but Jessica didn't want to act or sit, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to line up a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer cause in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional person, but still the medium, including her own meshwork, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on sparkle, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her comportment had increased the electronic network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted More money, she could occupy the various modelling and advertising crack that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic unity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for rehabilitation at the end of one yr, Jessica tried to negotiate for More money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather bourgeois, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment newswriter ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could renounce, and attempt greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was mercurial and had a short-run computer memory. With her husband truncheon out of work, and the thriftiness being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar hatful as the horde of a news syllabus 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 master anchor of a show would feed Jessica the opportunity to purport tale estimate, and to do in-depth interview with controversial amusement public figure. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment intelligence program, but nobody at the electronic network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little risk of exposure in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no twine attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were numberless. 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 differentiate that this net, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the worthful plus she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the pass from KNEN, King electronic network entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the sensitive scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful meshwork. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the intelligence media… nonage and youthfulness markets. To invoke to this consultation, KNEN combined good stream thing reporting with an edgy vernal image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to underpin that figure of speech. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that Shirley Temple Male seemed to represent the majority of the top dog executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive tense network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a fagot. She always had fresh yield and bottled Caribbean springiness water in her bandaging room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her populace popularity remained quite mellow. The only if thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life history. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making dear to his beautiful, successful wife.

baton McFarland, too, always had a respectable supplying of bottled weewee in his place, but unlike his married woman, billy was not well-chosen at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ loose'since his employment was basically a pourboire to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. he-goat hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no elision. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to depute jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working belatedly Nox, doing the work that he was ineffectual to designate, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to kick to his supervisory program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. he-goat felt completely incapacitated, inadequate, and exhausted. To arrive at subject worse, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to pee-pee her more and more sexually fast-growing. She seemed to want sex almost every Nox, and he-goat's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her requirement. He hadn't been capable to do making love to his young, aphrodisiac wife to a greater extent than twice since the movement to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the alone thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every Nox confused and saddened by her hubby's sudden lack of interestingness in her dead body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could secernate there was something unseasonable, but as a lot as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have sentence to get hold out what the problem was. There were former matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap group,"Negroid member ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the golf club electrical circuit and among stripling and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the mathematical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyric poem created images of extremum violence. What was strange was that total darkness Phallus's language weren't controversial because of violent imaging, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their television had ever been aired on tv, on one of the cable television music mesh, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that drubbing, Black Phallus refused to countenance any duct to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channel refused to air the videos without some edits for expressed content, and thus, the former pitch blackness Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos usable on their own internet site, with the exclusion of"The tow car ”, the TV that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the disputation and inaccessibility of their medicine, the group had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to have an impingement on democratic culture. Thus every powder store, television program, and news meshwork remotely connected with the amusement industriousness wanted an consultation, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black Phallus agreed to an single interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after calendar week of extensive, mysterious negotiations with KNEN administrator. The talks were so occult that even after week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her foremost, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly queasy about the audience. Aside from this being her world-class major ‘ news show'consultation, she'd had very little time to do any research on the mathematical group. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the chemical group's CD and picture, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's disk recording label, Ingredient X.

Then of row, Jessica was worried about the yielding and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial mathematical group would match to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap mathematical group, a survive studio execution, and the right field to record any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In substitution for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a hale ‘ prime clip'eve to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the unit of the evening was used by the interview. In increase to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no security review of any kind on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the chemical group also wanted their own engineer to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio apartment crowd would not be deliver. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their words and political views, the group insisted on excess security touchstone, including security department ascendance of the studio for appendage of their own security system team. Finally, the grouping demanded that the interview be conducted by a sealed escort, due to their blotto schedule. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three twenty-four hour period to devise for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented transmission line news show network, KNEN was in a stance to satisfy the group's demand. The major sticking distributor point the mesh had supposedly had was the censorship exit. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the meshwork had suggested the musical theme of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible denotative mental object'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually expressed nature, and inappropriate for those under xviii yr of age, and some early TV audience ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members subdivision of KNEN's situation, and Black Phallus's website, with the same obscenity admonition. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial grouping an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the deflect FCC amercement, they risked millions of dollar worth of case and sponsor expiration. In venom of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the sole interview would be worth the hazard involved. So it was that all of the mathematical group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The the true was that both pitch blackness penis's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Saami organization, Solomon King's Ebony & Ivory enterprisingness, Inc. To avail obscure this connection from the journalistic artistry of certain newsman, the only interview that pitch blackness genus Phallus would be capable to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business organization, all with one John Major agenda, the sexual ascendence of bleak men over blank women. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance inglorious men's flesh and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to stimulate an almost uncontrollable sexual rousing in cleaning lady, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was nightstick's pee. This was criterion functional operation. Over the class E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer somebody womanhood and even unit commercial enterprise, and then use them to produce interracial porn or early materials to encourage E & I's agenda. For security role, none of the apparently ‘ legitimise'line of work that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a consequence, E & I commercial enterprise operated with thousand of employees, many of whom had no melodic theme who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connecter between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced Black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon Martin Luther King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective welfare.

Black Phallus's record book label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial themes. The programme was that the angry young black Male and disaffected albumen youthfulness that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to think every word of it. Shirley Temple Black male person would get more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue intimate brush with white charwoman. White males would begin to see black males as sexual superordinate, and experience embarrassed about their sexual insufficiency and humble member. White fille who heard the music would begin to see white males as vile and disgraceful male person as the most desirable sexual specimens.

total darkness member was the anchor of the component X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performing artist. Every song on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate power of black men, and subverting E. B. White Male gender. The philosophy that the radical advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha males of the homo race. As such, Black person Male had the right to fuck and breed any woman, every cleaning woman, they wanted… even get hitched with cleaning lady, and especially tweed women. What better way to prove their call than by seducing a beloved, get hitched with American icon on video ? So it was that Black person member's first exclusive consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star newsman, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

Jessica looked up from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. helper and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a nap of written document on the left field of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document flock. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stick.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal supporter. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit studious or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with recollective dark-blonde whisker that she usually wore tied back with a enceinte bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing wickedness color, buttoned-up pinch, and a rather unstylish style of glasses. Although she might let behaved and dressed in conservatively, her mantrap and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a hang for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a secretive, sister-like trammel in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name damage, though Sarah thought it authoritative to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at study. Anything LE might undermine Jessica's potency, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make indisputable she never harmed Jessica's vocation that way. Sarah took a fundament and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her pin-up Whitney Moore Young Jr. assistant.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in foiling for lots of the day. It was laughable to hear to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"mend"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, groan, and grunt of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blond help smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's trouble."I 'm sure I can clear it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big Guy messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll experience metre to work it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about fourth dimension for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the consultation with black Phallus is tomorrow Night ? Some of their spokesperson are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show up them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the tense up facial expression on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a mates of their manufacturer. Why ? ``

'' I 'm meritless Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be difficult ... it 's just ... that group. They have a report ... I'm a small worried about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's manus. `` You know that this is a very of import coup for our meshwork. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave side, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be alright ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of jolt time value hype and trope anyway. It 's okay, 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 acquire written matter until previous in her research.

'' I guess so,"Sarah said."I can't believe they only gave you two 24-hour interval to do inquiry for this interview though !"

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to make forfeiture to get the first cranny at the story. The group had only had a twosome of even dislodge to give to this consultation, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The floor about blackamoor phallus's limited availability was a mixture made up by E & I. The tangible reason that Jessica was being limited to two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of research time was a security measures precaution. Jessica was a dear diary keeper, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was little or no chance for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap chemical group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very tender about vulgarism and sexually explicit cloth, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the same house and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their music ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by misapprehension, but she called me the other night and told me that she'd heard about this consultation and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night ! As if I would be a company to her listening to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to run into these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can feature a VIP Edgar Albert Guest in the studio apartment that night. surety is going to be special tight when these hombre are here, and the chemical group will have their own security as well."

"Oh no, don't headache about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their TV during the appearance and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that crud, 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 skank !"

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

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far talk about how expressed their medicine is, and there are rumor that some of the television are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the meshwork agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's agreement with Black member allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual enactment during the whole broadcast. In fact, the unit broadcast will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature message disavowal and a hired man full phase of the moon of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The net makes no warrant of the nature of the broadcast's subject. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the consultation will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The research I gave you said they like to stage publicity stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring char from the consultation 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 disclaimer in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensualism. An uncensored television broadcast would give these bozo the perfect opportunity to stage a very seeable stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any real danger, so they asked me to play along for as longsighted as I could. ``

Like the written report about blackness member's trammel availability, the news report about their requirement for uncensored airtime was also a underwrite tarradiddle. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television data format and the web simulcast. Such program, with stiff disclaimers, would earmark them to circularise sexually explicit music picture, disengage of FCC intervention. Of course of study, it would earmark them to circularize any sexually explicit subject ... not just from the music telecasting, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any delicately they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a oceanic abyss breathing place. The truth was, she was a small distressed, but was forcing herself to remain becalm."But I'm a professional person journalist, but these guy cable are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An audience with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's ace reporter, the meshwork is not about to let me get along to any hurt ! ``

'' 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 piffling sister are prosperous that you're so serious at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's finger. `` Oh ! I is that your participation band ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to switch the subject from those nasty black rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelry maker. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the pack. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a stun family heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This delicate pattern had been the causa of the pack 's prolonged trying on alteration. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's home ?"

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

'' He must have sex you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so well-chosen for her assistant. It was so gracious to see a mellisonant girl so in love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very felicitous together !"

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

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her feeling. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four days, since college. The one and simply time that Sarah had ever considered lease Brad acquire her virginity was the night he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to reconcile for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few Sir Thomas More hand-jobs since their interlocking, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual impulse that she'd so easily suppressed since her stripling yr had grown incredibly inviolable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only conceive of that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few months. She would have got hated to pay in to her impulse so close to her hook up with day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only begin worse since Brad's loss two months 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 difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her brain vagabondage to her recent desires and recently frequent view of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be uncollectible for Brad. As hard as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my feeling. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before wedding. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only intellect Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrill that we waited !"

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

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her brow in muddiness."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his Recent epoch ‘ trouble ’. No matter how frustrating her hubby's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Danton True Young secretaire !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her injudiciousness."Nothing ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to retain the conversation. She didn't want to hazard re-opening the study she had barely closed. billystick's impotence had become a source of creeping and acute foiling for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the hush-hush slip. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the threshold, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're touch about those guys from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't concern about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me cognise ! answer any head they have, assist them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay ?"

Sarah smiled brightly."Thanks Mrs. McFarland ... Jessica ! I'm sure enough 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, working together in their few calendar month and long hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a newsworthiness syllabus, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a swell career, and a expectant marriage…

Of course of instruction ... things weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to Billy's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virginal assistant, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these 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 modest office staff, neighboring to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her electronic computer when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the doorway to witness two very large, very muscular, very black gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a inkiness suit, the other was wearing a silken black shirt and baggy pants rig, almost like pj's. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange string necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistant but regain both of the men very liberal. In addition to their acme, the men were both very hefty. Their skin was a flawless, plentiful, warm, chocolate brown. Their cologne water was intoxicating.

"apology me,"the man in the suit said smoothly,"I'm looking for a young lady Sarah davenport, is that you ?"

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green centre darting from one dark fount to the early. The former man stood, mute and expressionless, his eye hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an clumsy muteness until the man in the suit finally spoke.

"My name is Tom Watkins, I'm a representative for pitch blackness genus Phallus. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that intimate lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last duet of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to pucker her opinion. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her troth ring.

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

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

Silently, the jumbo slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's lilliputian Edward White hand in his giant black medallion. Firmly, he held her manus while he examined down at the ring on her finger's breadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the mob. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant star didn't let go of Sarah's paw. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement pack ... Sarah was hesitating to pull her paw away, and was afraid to speak to the behemoth man holding her paw. She just looked at him ... looking at her halo ... The three were unsounded for several second base before Sarah worked up the heart to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eye off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

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

"Yes."The monster 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 elaborate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to show you ?"

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to build sure everything you have is compatible with blackness Phallus's pauperism, for tomorrow dark's studio performance."

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

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

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

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

"Of course of instruction,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective crystalline lens of the secondly man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflectivity ... her delicate Caucasian features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black feature."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his expectant dim custody on either side of Sarah's balmy white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her government agency. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That threshold was still closed 3 hr later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her charge to get out the office that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black phallus"video recording behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's berth doorway, and heard the manifest sounds of her young assistant moaning and expletive, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head word and smiled at her supporter's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having job with her computing machine and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's late inadequacy again, but she couldn't service it. It had been months since the two of them were suggest, and researching Black Phallus's sexually expressed words had only heightened Jessica's intimate tension. Even talking about sex in vague term seemed to defecate her long for a screwing that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing billy club tenseness, but he wouldn't tell her anything. damn him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's doorway, she would throw been shocked by the survey. The federal agency was a heap. papers had been thrown around the room. The reckoner, that had been giving Sarah so much fuss throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in art object on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in piazza of the toss away information processing system, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked slew of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Jesus Christ piece of tail the Nazarene ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive melanize cock pushing cryptical and deeper into her recently virginal white cunt. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a distich of fogged-up glassful on her pretty white expression. Her beautiful albumen body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative article of clothing, was now covered only by a tenuous layer of glistening sweat that caused her smoothen white tegument to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked Theodore Harold White consistency was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his set up dark cock between Sarah's fully, indulgent, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his chummy grim shaft, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big nigrify in the shades ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her tiny white waste product, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after in of his monolithic opprobrious hammer into the jolly white assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah davenport was touting her beliefs. Her eubstance was a tabernacle. Her virginity was a natural endowment to be given only to the man she would marry ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive blackened stud poker she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her physical structure as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so rectify ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR screwing GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Jesus of Nazareth ... screwing ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual female child had learned to appreciate in the death few 60 minutes ...

"shite THIS BITCH IS screw TIGHT ! !"The nameless big Negroid in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The Black laughed ...

"And tell 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 invading poking ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The Negro laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unidentified he-man asked."Tell me ... how long has that miserable silent whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm fucking RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG spade pecker ?

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

"Four age WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the blacken in the sunglasses increased the yard of his stab."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the lightlessness laughed at their own caper question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling screaming of orgasm. She had waited XXIV years to yield herself to the man she would marry. Her groom-to-be had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two total darkness men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big smuggled cock bottomed-out in her uterine cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... blackened ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo the Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... melanize ... cocks !"

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

"OH screwing YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexy estimation she'd ever heard in her living."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG blackness COCKS ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black studhorse fucked her snatch, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and nipple. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick squirt of Watkins'hot cum blasted her jolly white human face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's hammer shooting its hot, powerful seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

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

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

"commodity girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to aid us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more than of that sweet white kitty. You might need to cleanse this elbow room up a minuscule bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studs threw some apparel on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a instant before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her federal agency. She saw a pic of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so dire to satisfy the Black Phallus doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the adjacent nighttime. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that postulation, and that thought turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the floor with the pass catcher off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the origin was disconnected. She reset the disconnect clitoris, and punched in a phone act. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to give a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your Sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her nous ... 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 voice from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Shirley Temple genus Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too besotted for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to attain certain you see this interview so I'm going to netmail you my credit lineup number so that you can rescript it on pay-per-view or scout online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment yearner. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some black cock."Becky ... make for certain you keep your headphone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

billystick McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp shaft. It was rarefied that he ever got home before Jessica these 24-hour interval, so he wanted to assume vantage of the prison term alone by trying to get his hammer up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hr, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network TV. He was still watching it when Jessica got menage. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little bare minx for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's okeh honey."Jessica sighed, trying to obliterate her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't workplace on her disintegrating sex life and union, she could work on her interview questions and enquiry. Jessica went to her home berth, powered up her computing device and began studying her research and doubtfulness that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and thirdly tune of questioning. She thought of unlike room of phrasing her inquiry, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the trail listing on the CD, and marked the rail that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those data track and watch their video later, thus saving a little fourth dimension ... and saving her the hassle of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into reckoner and plugged in a brace of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the words. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually expressed material, she'd say some language from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the good material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music video recording. Every ace song on the record album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The birdsong on"Only cancel"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with white women, all kind of snowy woman ; immature, onetime, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner note of hand. The group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking call, considering the stories told in some of the birdcall, particularly the some of the taradiddle that the call told.

This inaugural song was called"sizing DOE thing ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your peeress know it's reliable, size of it doe matter !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penis. The call underscored the all philosophy of the mathematical group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about mixed sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the lengthening of a ridiculous myth.

"reparation"was about a grim history undertaking in a college year, where White River pupil had to become ‘ striver'for shameful scholar for two hebdomad. The white female student end up becoming sex slave for smuggled men, while the white Male pupil were forced to follow. At number one, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racialist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about race dealings and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black residential district. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thug ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous narration the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the birdsong seemed to be knife in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ truthful report'claims were just share of the act, made to render argument and word-of-mouth. That was why the Sung dynasty were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a Patrick Victor Martindale White man who comes home early, only to notice his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this Song dynasty as a commentary on the bias fears that white people have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High School that has to set to an influx of African American students when an privileged city schooltime closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Negroid in their mostly Theodore Harold White school. The song goes on to describe how the nigrify male elder seduce all the white fille and the hot Edward D. White teacher. Jessica again saw this strain as an exploitation of racist fears and societal comment on tweed trajectory from the privileged city.

"Big knob Man"told the story of a white man vying for a forwarding. He invites his inkiness boss habitation for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the duo that he'll pass on her hubby the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the married woman quickly agrees ! The giant star black man fucks the blank wife on the dinner party table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The next week, the boss gives the promotion to another ignominious man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to get it on ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading team throwing a triumph bacchanalia for the sinister basketball team. There was a ‘ humourous'construction at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school day's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high schooling and college. Jessica was uncertain what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't service but smile at the musical theme of the obtuse athletic supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to include that the music itself was quite dependable. The large bass rhythms were unattackable and coursed through her body, making her want to trip the light fantastic toe, or at least motion with the music. Jessica burned the remaining call to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and run around the way.

Jessica let the steadily, relentless calendar method of birth control overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been able-bodied to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The words still played through the medicine, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious tier. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the basso coursing through her eubstance. She barely noticed the more lurid shade the birdcall began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the succeeding Sung dynasty was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to pass over it.

'' Nigga In The Ellen Price Wood hatful '', the adjacent track, was an even more humorous song than the previous ones. Using music samples from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My babe ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first child. When the baby is born, its black, and the married man discovers that his loving married woman has been fucking a calamitous man !

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

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

"Hot White Momma"was about the quandary of a"sweet young white wife"to have a babe, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a Joseph Black fan !

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

"soccer Mom"was about a whiten adult female who finds herself compelled to harbour her high-school-soccer acting son's calamitous teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college girl who is wild that her parents'marriage ceremony is ending because of her female parent's affair with a pitch-dark man. The black man moves into the house and has to insist his sureness over the girl showing her just why her mother left her Father-God for him.

"Man Of The planetary house"told the tale of a Negro vagabond who is taken in by a good Christian conservative family, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's Twin Falls daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both young lady at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The net raceway was the championship track,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so often that she failed to notice that this strain was featured in one of her music television, and that she'd intended to decamp it. The vocal underscored the philosophical system of black male intimate superiority and dominance, from the angle of ‘ natural excerpt ’. Black men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ natural'right field to breed any womanhood they wanted. The vocal contended that deep down, every char knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially albumen women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the finally lead, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually denotative lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her function and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the movement of his pants… nix. She gently bit his earlobe. billystick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back split. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her federal agency, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her inquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too thread up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music video on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White wedding ceremony, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to stir up billy club, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her consistency, again igniting a fire that no low temperature shower bath was going to dowse…

Jessica's big dreary center locked onto the screen as the first prototype flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of dead body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White marriage, Blacked St. Brigid"music video seemed to be a serial publication of vignettes about Bridget ditching their grooms on their marriage day, so they could be with black men. The telecasting opened with bell playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a distaff chorus chiming the password"I Do"repeatedly.

The gap scenery showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a strip show society, discharge with provocative alien dancers. The backdrop were of backlit stained crank ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windowpane. The dancers were all young White person woman, wearing assorted lean outfits evocative of a spousal motif. All the girls were slender, with full boob and long, lustrous hair's-breadth. Each young woman wore a bridal veil of some sort, ashen high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and scanty. Another lady friend, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and pantie and long, white satin gloves. A third little girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and G-string panties, with a garter belt ammunition and fishnet stockings. The early girls in the background were similarly attired.

The young woman danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', alike to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a deep, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the refine brown poles, they mouthed the Word to the `` I Do '' forbear. As the chorus ended, the tv camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big down eyes directly into the tv camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only pitch blackness Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to pull in notes about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became unmistakable that this TV, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The medicine was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The solely lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do total darkness Men, And Only Negro Men '' !

The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her stableboy, 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 tv camera shot showed that the Bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the expert man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The stud poker runs his spit over his lip slowly, the Saint Bridget nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The aspect changes to the sunny outside of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can wax in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A orotund blacken hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the nuptials node stand, stunned, on the church building steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"signboard has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Interior Department of the limousine, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Saint Bride on her articulatio genus, between B-Love 's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her principal bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde braid and head covering bounciness gently with her movements. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that vista. She wanted to be offended by such a clamant discourtesy of the institution and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the TV excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the military action on the screen, and the becalm pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the result on the screen, she'd stopped taking distinction. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one helping hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her mitt on her seawall.

The refrain began again, and the prospect shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This clip it ended on a close up different terpsichorean, the redheader. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the photographic camera, unblinking, and mouths the Book `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This clip, the background is a large and expensive looking response Hall. It 's a different wedding, with a different groom, and this clock time the Saint Bridget is the redhead. We see the Brigid and groom in the response blood, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the Brigid and smiles seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black workforce over her white-satin-clad tit. Her optic widen in jolt momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his bridge player on his wife's berm and endeavor to pull in her away ... but she slaps his hired man, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the Black person man, still kissing the Bridget, grabs the married man's side and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the level. Then, as all the Guest stare in shock, the bootleg stud picks up the Bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad articulatio humeri and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a expression around confused ... then sees another Black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the St. Brigid and her black stud ! The posy falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the language `` I Do Black Men, And Only blackamoor Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in fourth dimension with the music. It was such a raw reply, she didn't even point out she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next vignette begin ...

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This sketch shows this pretty Edward White bride dancing with her stableboy. A black he-man walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty Bridget lustfully. The stud poker, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's centre, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would wish to dance with the St. Brigid. The groom seems to object at first, but the St. Brigid smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black stud pulls her close for the terpsichore, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a all-embracing shot of the dancing floor, full moon of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge white skirt hitched up around her waist, while the black he-man thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the rhythm of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diary keeper in the replete cam stroke of heat, so enrapture 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 telecasting ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the natural action unfold. Her nimble white finger's breadth probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pinko pussycat, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to persist open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the future vignette played ... and the next ... and the future.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white St. Brigid ditches her White River bridegroom for some black stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding patty. The stableboy lovingly feeds his bride a sharpness of patty. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the White ice off her stableboy's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of music of patty for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his human face. While the hostler is wiping frosting out of his middle, the black waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of receipt hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen stave stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cut of meat to the bride's expensive white dress fabrication in a pile on the filthy kitchen flooring. The photographic camera pans up to evince the Saint Bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of snowy cake frosting. She writhes in cristal as several couple of heavy melanise hands smear More bar frosting all over her milky snowy skin. The camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing tweed bride and begin licking the icing off her naked body. The camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a black man's denuded foreland ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding gang, on the bleak man's bald point !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the spread table with her groom. The ostler is talking to his effective man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the St. Brigid on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The St. Bridget's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Book to her hubby, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing elbow room. Opening the door, she finds 3 calamitous men groping her maid-of-honor. The Saint Brigid grin and crook to the Bride's amah who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The Saint Bridget turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the spread room. She can see her groom at the board ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye liaison. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the room access behind her ! The photographic camera shows various quick cold shoulder of hands ( fatal men's hands and white women's custody ) ripping the white surgical gown from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a St. Bridget adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The doorway of her dressing elbow room opens. She turns to see a liberal pitch-dark janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was vacate. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's oculus widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her response, smiles too, and shuts the doorway of the dressing room. We cut to wedding company in the front of the church service, waiting for the Bridget so they can get the ceremony. A beautiful char, presumably the bride's female parent, walks to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the threshold ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful white daughter on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneeling in front of a black man in her wide-cut espousal gown ! The mother stares for a moment, before another pitch blackness man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next sketch featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the doorsill of her honeymoon rooms. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The hostler holds up a fingerbreadth, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to ingest a shower first. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a better-looking inglorious man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The St. Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The Bride indicates the bathroom. The contraband he-man looks at the shut bathroom threshold ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her apparel.

The next gibe was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the management of the photographic camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either slope of the screen, are the Bride 's leg sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in prison term with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our position of the bridegroom. He continues thrusting into the young woman, in time with her leg saltation, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waistline, but he is naked his muscular black torso radiancy with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the nursing bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the spell, he continues thrusting, in prison term with the euphony 's rhythm. The bride's lily white manus run up over his chest, and around his berm and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The ostler is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a revolt thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's heart bolted open, as she shot up from her president, quickly pulling her hired man from her panty ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked hubby. Billy stood in the sorry hall, just beyond the unfold doorway of Jessica's spot, his heart glancing from his wife to the sieve of her computer, and back again. The saying on his nerve perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed bridegroom in the honeymoon suite.

'' dearest ... I 'm dark ... 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 bitch in heating plant ... ''

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how finish she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussycat still tingled…begging for attention, but at that minute, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too stymie.

Billy continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' Billy cried ... the elbow room was n't very weak, but Jess swore she could make out rent on Billy 's look. `` I ca n't consider it ... in here, masturbating, watching that soil ! ``

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

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

'' It 's a bunch of god tinker's dam nigger ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist language, but he could n't serve himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the words left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too late. billy club 's eyes widened with angriness ... or fear ... or unhappiness. He turned away and went to the chamber, slamming the room access behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica grueling, and she felt sick to her belly. Her last comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so horrific ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer Monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale shot was. She thought about the fact that there were some early music videos she wanted to review, but after the fighting with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the side by side day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the sleeping room with her hubby, no doubt they'd be up half the nighttime talking. As much as she wanted to assort things out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big audience, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to kip on the sofa in her home federal agency. She grabbed a blanket from the linen loo and a bottle of piss before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her headway down on her pillow and closed her eye, idea and self-doubt swam through her tired thinker. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able-bodied to sleep adjacent to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this prison term ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his job ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her calling lately, that she 'd been neglecting her married man 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal life after the side by side night 's interview with Negro Phallus.

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

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The church was replete of faceless guests.

The ostler stood at the communion table ...

The St. Bridget stood in her dressing way, adjusting her head covering in the turgid standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her expression. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a declamatory Diospyros ebenum hired man on the St. Bridget 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The Edgar Guest'chief turned too learn the bride 's approach.

The bride vigil in the mirror as two heavy inkiness hand circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to tittle. Andrew Dickson White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The shameful man 's work force coast over the newly exposed white belly of the bride ... and over her replete white breasts.

The stableboy taps his foundation, raises his deal up and looks at his watch.

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

The St. Bride watches as the smutty man 's deal move over her chest pinching and teasing her stiffening pink mamilla, then up under the embryonic membrane, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the side of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full phase of the moon white breast heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better take a coldness rain shower and get to turn and set up for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made trusted to crank the cold water system up eminent. For some understanding her peel felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensibility, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through hebdomad and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Lapp tension that had led her to masturbate the previous eventide, while watching Black Phallus's explicit picture. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and turn over her that awing nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on nightstick ? And why did that aspiration make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in wide-cut power train. She tried to cue herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she take said those awful matter to him ? The more she thought about it, the more positive she became that nightstick 's powerlessness was somehow her fault. He must consume felt neglected by her Recent career focal point, or maybe threatened by her Recent success. But in any instance, she was going to fix it !

As the dusty body of water cascaded over her everlasting white torso, Jessica planned her even. After the audience, they would go out for a prissy, quiet, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate love life. To defecate sure it would n't die, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a phallus in her mouth to be revenue.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitor, she selected some of her sexy lingerie. She decided that would tire it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing correctly in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden W.C. lingerie store, 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 panties, a matching garter belt, and a yoke of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the tout ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lacing and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The pantie rode her hip creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful daily round whiten ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and pantie set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the amorousness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a wench. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's consultation and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the fourth dimension Jessica was completely dressed, billy club was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her married man 's berm, `` I never should have said those awesome matter ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him terminal Night, but she always had such a sweetened representative. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the like time.

'' I 'm good-for-naught too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to look his wife in the middle, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki in her bridge player and raised his fount so that he was forced to build eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upset lately. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the legal injury matter to say. Her guilt feelings over the previous night took cargo deck again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this designation had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to grab her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possible action of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn baton.

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

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

'' I do n't cerebrate it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tincture, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... Nothing life-threatening, but something you might not wish. The network really wants this audience, they 're cook for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

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

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

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

'' perfective tense ? '' billy 's curio was peaked, `` What do you intend ? ''

'' feeling, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a manus over her husband 's articulatio humeri. `` I know things have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my precedency are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something limited for you tonight ! ``

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's appearance. It was established that Jessica would present a petty background information on the grouping, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the sight with Billy the previous eve she hadn't been capable to take in all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would give her the opportunity to organize Thomas More dubiousness. The only real problem Jessica now had was that her helper didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a brilliant smile and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the compositor's case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like almost of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on programme Clarence Day, but today she seemed spoilt. She wasn't just anxious, she seemed stir up and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the former day. Sarah thought the doorknocker were nasty and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect constitution looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same dress she had worn the old day ! Had the short girl not slept ? When they had a few transactions, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her Pres Young friend and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a hand on her help's shoulder,"You seem out of sort 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 tardily getting in this first light, and you seem a niggling distracted today. Are you certainly you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same dress you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"wellspring, I was helping total darkness Phallus test their equipment for tonight, call back ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy about of the night ... I mean ... busy to the highest degree of the night, getting things quick !"

"Oh, of trend, Sarah, I'm so grim, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some male child from engineering to help out."

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

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

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue centre,"it went a lot well than I expected. I learned a lot about the grouping, and I have a unit new deference for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's persuasion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the euphony, but would never let believed her conservative, demure Whitney Young assistant would take been able to expect past the control surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Joseph Black genus Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica to a greater extent than a piddling curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a foresighted time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to call for to set up the visible light, so you'd best get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those brightness level are like !"Sarah's conclusion input was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and stuff a brisk water bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to veil something, but as a good deal as she wanted to unveil the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was right-hand, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would give birth to await until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the mainstay desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting predilection had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio luminosity, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the igniter were hotter than convention. Certainly, studio firing always put out a lot of high temperature, but tonight the visible radiation'rut seemed especially grave. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottleful 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 system was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual stimulation in women, with some smooth"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an supercilium and took a draft from her water bottleful."I can sympathise light and speech sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those inkiness Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the piss floor in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that lowest night. They like to exact complete control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing time as she fanned herself with her billet cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this warmth. How a good deal recollective ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not a lot longer now I think. It's about forty-five minute ‘ til broadcast time. The guy from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"trade good, I'm gladiola they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with aught to show up the world !"

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

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

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

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

Jessica's nervous free energy and countless feeding bottle of water supply resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her open frame minute of arc before the broadcast, and the latent hostility of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live telly tonight, but there was to be a be web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial radical like lightlessness Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the mesh would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly queasy. It was a sentiency of nervousness that Jessica knew that the unit stave of"The Whole Truth"word program shared. That shared jitteriness was demonstrated when the make-up young woman spilled a bottleful of nucleotide makeup down the front of Jessica's Joseph Black blazer… with mere minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember pass by just as Heather was opening the war paint bottle. good story, her bunch wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sport coat for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black-market top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the fateful blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed crownwork with a very eminent neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's aphrodisiacal blackened"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a 2d. This was a rale event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"net ball bustle about people, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A articulation buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The wardrobe little girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new sport jacket, while the make up daughter finished her job. The cleaning lady 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 little girl was smearing some access theme across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a jiffy, the brand up girl and wardrobe missy were gone.

"One minute mass !"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 jacket was a brilliant royal amobarbital sodium semblance, with a Shirley Temple taking into custody, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the side of meat, to underscore Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches across-the-board, and ending in the middle of Jessica's thorax. The architect jacket would sustain 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 whitish white knocker, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's centerfield ! The press young lady had given her the wrong sort of crown !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a spare jacket in my office staff"Jessica offered,"if you could send soul ..."

"No fourth dimension !"the manager called over the mike,"don't worry, you look corking ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue euphony !"


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wing, in the Green elbow room, one of the VIP wait rooms down the hall from the studio apartment, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news curriculum to set about. The way was voluptuous ... with soft lighting, plentiful furnishing, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in burnt sienna and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a integral plasm high-definition television monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, nightstick was highly agitated.

He'd arrived belated, been hassled by surety downstairs. It shouldn't have been a trouble, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Sat, the Saturday good afternoon protection crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some smuggled nightspot. In any pillowcase, these guys insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

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

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

The safeguard swiped the identity card through the reviewer again… looked at his computer cover and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These cat claimed to have trouble scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These blacken bastards were giving him trouble because he was a livid guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio apartment !"

The second smutty guard stepped in front of baton, blocking his way. Billy couldn't aid but back away in fear of the behemoth, muscled melanize man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guard took twenty minutes to ‘ verify Billy's identity operator'with the security office. They didn't fuss apologizing. As billy goat pushed past the beefy Shirley Temple guard duty, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to bear them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that truncheon expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the lift when the sentry duty shouted their response for everybody in the third house to hear ..."BITCH, A exquisitely womanhood like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a heart ... truncheon choked on his madness as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the base where the studio apartment was, the broadcast had started. The studio apartment security system, another yoke of black bodybuilder chucker-out eccentric, refused to allow him into the studio apartment, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, billystick was escorted to the greens way and told to view the programme from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in anxious prevision as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the appearance to set forth. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on telecasting !

Becky had called her baby Sarah a dyad of day earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that dark and actually meet the radical. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ dirty word ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's Quaker Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep political party to watch the consultation on Laura's computer with some of their Quaker, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's sign on a schoolhouse nighttime ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The future morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to get hold a voice-mail on her cell sound. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her course credit card bit so that Becky could ordering the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the support elbow room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her dwelling alone. Her Father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able-bodied to do it ! She was going to be able to take in the audience with Black Phallus, her preferred music grouping. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Danton True Young redhead's lowly clean hands were trembling with so practically excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view military service. A touch sensation of prickly heating system tingled through the white teen's back and berm as she registered her sister's credit card data. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the opening title of"The whole Truth"played on the concealment 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 master demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's narration, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reminder. The privileged one-half of each of her to the full, milklike white chest were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced birdsong girl, so some kind of porno-film adaptation of herself. She tried to brush off her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Truth'about ‘ Black phallus ’, America's to the highest degree controversial, and most popular, underground rap radical. Their offset album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million written matter in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet gross sales. Their euphony is heard in night ball club and teen'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely decoct on the Logos scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio lights on her bare chest was a changeless monitor of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the tv camera's sight of her segmentation, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio receiver, or goggle box, and banned from some record storehouse'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the governing and the media claim that the grouping is simply too repugnant to be broadcast. Black member's words are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on tv set because of the sexual subject and allegedly offence nature. Some music meshwork officials have gone so far as to mark the video as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glance of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her limb failed to veil the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her munition around attempting to find a more humble mannerism, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to feel a more professional post and read the teleprompter at the Same clock time.

"Black penis claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about democratic approximation and societal note value. In light, they make the age-old call of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically rationalize freedom of aspect. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'strain that are given radio and video sport and ask why they are singled out for charge. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the Caucasian establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their representative silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Negroid member wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's articulation could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in social movement of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to turn perturbed. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss trust, it would be bad for her television system demonstration and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her endeavour to witness a more overmodest television camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racialist validation ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing audience tonight ! But world-class, we're going to shew you the videos that the music TV channels won't. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a piffling as she read those hold out line of descent off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the consultation, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! storage of watching the video the late nighttime ... and the effect 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 little ... and her milky white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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nightstick sat stunned during the commercial message break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the crown she was wearing ! Why the hell would she consort to fag such a affair ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course of action ! This was voice of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to ostentate her body a little on television system ... then after the program she'd wear that little outfit to dinner ... and plate ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. billy goat sat back to watch the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

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

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

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually anxious behavior her normally quiet and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lacing bra was visible.

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the button-down young woman left the top three push unbuttoned, showing an unusual sum of money of her segmentation. Her Andrew Dickson 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 dwelling this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the young lady so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to enquire for very long, because the director's interpreter boomed over the studio apartment intercom, interrupting Jessica's string of thought.

"... rear IN quint, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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

Jessica tried to focalize on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to glitter with sudation. This was not unnoticed by the calamitous male studio crew.

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

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these hideous black rappers. How would she possibly be capable to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensory, sexually explicit lyric about bloodless cleaning lady. What horrible commentary might they make about her body if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The first music picture that"The whole Truth"will evidence you tonight headache Black member's eyeshot on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit words and picture footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally requirement to underscore the breaker point that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural ethnical economic value ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile porno and an insult to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her judgement vagabondage to the figure she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed face on her married man's face.

And now,"The Whole Sojourner Truth"presents pitch blackness genus Phallus's"White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the deed of conveyance of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and denotative Holy Scripture on air !

"White wedding, Blacked St. Bride !"Jessica tried to defend a professional person demeanor, but couldn't service but shiver as the strain's staring rubric left her sass. She could even feel a tingling ... one she'd felt the late evening when she'd seen the video.

The video provender cut to the opening of the euphony video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow people to suppose that Black penis's music television turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assist but placard that several pairs of optic in the studio apartment were glued to the monitor concealment as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water system bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the video playing on proctor all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and leg luminance are at the scene I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young cleaning woman's tit and kneading them roughly through the slick textile of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom hefty pectus, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's inguen, rubbing the tremendous rock and roll heavily gibbousness in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG Black person COCK like you did last night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the mordant man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft White skin was covered with hickey ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a declamatory black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full business firm titty, and intemperate nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the priming coat, facial expression to cheek with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black turncock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his virile scent ... a perfume laced with the EI enhanced X blood serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble White digit over Tom's zip, and freed his monstrous 12 inch bleak tool. Taking it quickly in both her tiny Theodore Harold White paw, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating Robert Brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billy club thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this drivel on telecasting, let alone expose my married woman to it, and make her do a narration about them. Don't they realize the form of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is retch ! Who would enjoy this Irish bull ?"

But billystick knew who would revel this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Saame video he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the former dark. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."nonentity could possibly observe this food waste !"

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Becky Davenport stared round-eyed at the sexy white Brigid and disgraceful studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black member"telecasting were pretty blue, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should recover the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the television that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a handwriting to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fit out tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her deal up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white potbelly, never taking her oculus from the action.

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By the meter the video recording ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the reminder nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the video, but its twist was just too inviolable. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a inviolable effect on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The first telecasting had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyric poem were expressed, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the next video could be worse ... baton was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filth would be sitting inch 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 worried. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the first one had done ? She was also worried about the interview ... could she stay professional ?

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

Scots heather Christiansen had just been hired a calendar week ago, and while she seemed a lilliputian inexperienced, she was very eager to please. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph already, not for herself, but for her don. She was quite scented, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the varan ... she looked a little burnished, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the lady friend to hold some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girl spritzed Jessica's expression with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the easy hassock to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehands and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a very kick from watching the pretty Young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"broom !"Jessica sternly admonished the unseasoned war paint girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

"Just secernate Sarah to speed with that crown please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chuckle from some of the men in the studio apartment. How could she give birth allowed herself to go on tonight, looking like this ?

"I'll see if I can find her."the composition girl responded, rushing off set as the manager's voice boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN pentad, FOUR, ternion, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The mortification of infidelity, and genetic grounds of interracial infidelity. That is the subject of the adjacent"Black phallus"picture. Again, we need to prompt you of the medium nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer prudence is advised. And now,"The unit Truth"presents Negroid Phallus's video,"Nigga in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting watchword on her broadcast, but"Shirley Temple Black member"had demanded, in their declaration, that nothing about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the Holy Scripture were the least of her fear. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no thing how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the picture yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's whiz and producers in the succeeding office of the show.

things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude as the old video, this birdsong and video seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at initiative ...

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The video opens with a scene in a hospital legal transfer room. We hear the strains of the corny dearest call"Your having my babe ”. We see a Patrick White yuppie husband with a TV tv camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the process of delivery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

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

A sound byte begins to meet ... a rich people narrator microphone boom"Congratulations, you are the father of a lofty baby…"

"nigra IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the sister up into opinion, revealing a pitch blackness baby boy !

Your wife gave parturition to her child boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His hide 's a little too dark to be considered Edward White,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


The rap goes on to differentiate the story of how it happened… there is a series of ‘ flashback scenery ’. The knocker sing about how husband shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at work.

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

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The livery man, one of the hefty black studs from"Black penis ”, walks up to the star sign with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to contract the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her unflawed segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a vast bulge growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating chocolate-brown eye. Before the wife can resist, the black deliverance man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front man door of the home. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The stroke cuts to a closing curtain up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the married man and married woman, in an expensive crystal figure. The shape is shaking ... as is the unit nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to testify the beautiful flesh shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a paries. We can see the wife's radiocarpal joint are tied to the brass bed posts with packing magnetic tape. There is a legal brief closelipped up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black livery man, in uniform, shirt can covering his ass and the married woman's long white wooden leg wrapped around his waist. The television camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the natural process on his cell phone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The adjacent snapshot we see is another shot of husband leaving for piece of work, with the wife standing at the threshold in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the backtalk. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, blacken paperboy rides up the business firm's front man pavement and pulls a newspaper from his camp. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can film it in her hired man. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her copious white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his oral sex, then flips open his cell speech sound. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's dead reckoning of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his cheek, shaking her head. He continues grin, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the newspaper publisher boy's poke of newspapers dropping to the porch footfall, and then a stroke of his cycle laying on the pavement, tires spinning, then a stroke of the nominal head doorway slamming. Cut to the interior of the mansion. The dim stud base in the entryway of the house, facing the television camera. The married woman is on her knee, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The paper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her bare body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper publisher as the inkiness teen fucks her ass. Again, the gibe is arranged so that petty actual nakedness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the adjacent day. We see hubby leaving for employment once again ... with wifey stands in the room access in her gown. husband leans forward to kiss his wife on the back talk, but she turns away, and he lands one on her impertinence instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of milk bottle. Again, it's one of the giant opprobrious doorknocker from"Black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk nursing bottle from the crate, licking her back talk hungrily. The black milk man stares at her oral fissure and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottleful dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Edward D. White Milk splashing everywhere. The room access slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the face headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular fateful chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his splashboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the interior of the menage's front door, the wife is on the phone. Another straightaway cut shows the door being opened to discover a large, pitch blackness, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the apprehension and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the bringing 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 perspective by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her spine is to the tv camera, but she is obviously nude and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's school principal backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulder and moaning expression past the left sharpness of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top rightfulness box of the lid.

Poor dumb white jerk,
you went to form,
never should have left her unequaled !

Once she gets some opprobrious cock,
in that married Theodore Harold White bitch,
we 're gon na gain your married woman moan !

As the music's tempo quickens ... we see shaft after shot of the white wife letting to a greater extent and more Shirley Temple men into her home to have it off her.

The adjacent guesswork is of husband being shoved out the door with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the married woman with a wrench, twisting at a pipe connection under the bathroom sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another straightaway cut shows the door being opened to a Black person plumber, then a quick shot a glut john trading floor. The bathroom is steamy and the shower bath doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make believe out the semitransparent silhouette of the married woman and the dim plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her leg wrapped around his waist and her men clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The side by side scene shows a declamatory, muscular sinister pool man, walking up the pavement of the clean couple's abode, carrying a pond skimmer. The movement door outdoors, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy drawstring bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the home, watching her sodding Andrew D. White ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black syndicate man looks around, and the camera shot goes wide of the mark to show that there is no pond in the back yard ! The blacken man raises an eyebrow in disarray, before a wide smiling bed covering across his face. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's cosmic string already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her breast. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of meat of her bikini butt and they start to fall down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top demesne on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus reverberation as the scene changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system of rules keypad by the room access. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security measure 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 husky black certificate officers walk up to the house and open the room access. They find the wife standing in the front hall, wearing fatal leotard, Shirley Temple Black leather glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake storm look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The ignominious security measure military officer smile at each other, perforate in the ‘ all clean-cut'code into the security system keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the television camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security officeholder's strip off their shirts revealing rippling black muscles, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in front of the guards. The refrain reverberation and the setting changes again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine black child !

A landscape gardening truck pulls up outside the house. Two large, muscular bootleg gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the front threshold. The married woman answers the door in her bathrobe and grin brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work order, with the words"Specialty Bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and grins, then backs into the home, allowing the men to infix. The very next stab holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photograph is gone now, but there is an alarm clock clock and a recently used noblewoman's tike and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a pitch-dark man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before back pair of mordant hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

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

Hubby is left standing in the centre of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black baby. A pretty blonde nurse in a sexy white uniform approaches them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in soma just two days after giving giving birth ( it is a music video recording after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe spread out in the back and the bleak hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the threshold, shedding her harbor's uniform as the threshold closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"video repeatedly Bromus secalinus on her husband with one big black he-man after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white breasts. Becky watched the video recording intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and sinew that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her babe Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her intimate urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always cerebration of male child and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In venom of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to resist the care of the boys at school. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive studs in these videos. Becky wondered how farseeing her conservative values would hold out around men like these. Would she leave herself over as easily as the extracurricular unseasoned wife in the picture ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own Loretta Young breasts with one manus, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hired hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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

Jessica was unsure what to make of the scene. She found the television sad and offensive ... yet funny at the same metre ... and maybe just a fiddling ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of diffuse feeling of a pulverisation quilt on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

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

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

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a brain ... workweek of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with billy goat the previous even ... the air pressure to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the pressure of the interview ... the flood out heating system of the studio light ... these titillating picture she was having to present ... and her tits on presentation for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her soundbox like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some form of packaging stunt !

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

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"The mile-high night club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running laugh about the airway diligence. But Black penis has their own take on the old commonplace of a couple sneaking off for a tryst in a cramped airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the side by side TV,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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The video opens with no music. We see a dark 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unknown shape that appears to be a stylized image of an rear black cock.
Cut to the DoI of the sheet's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde airplane pilot flying the sheet, with a white-male copilot. A large black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the accompaniment says in a deeply booming part. It's Big mike from Black Phallus.

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

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

The sexy bloodless pilot smiling."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white-hot hand picking up the radio receiver mike."Attention madam and gentlemen"speak a pair of beautiful ping sass into a phallic black microphone,"This is your police captain speaking. Thank you for flying blackness Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the maitre d'hotel still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her free paw. She throws the tie to the flooring and begins working at the buttons of her pristine Edward Douglas White Jr. blouse. The camera pulls back further to testify Big microphone ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, hefty Black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a duad of 60 minutes, but I do require to warn you that we might be in store for a fierce ride ahead ..."the captain input, seeing mike's body ..."But just set your rump to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a deprivation for Word of God as she sees Big Mike unzip his pant. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her hand.

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

The screen fades to pitch-dark and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive heartbeat. The TV now flashes with a serial publication of three alternate shots of the plane's interior. All of the shots are from the Lapplander angle, with the Sami tv camera, but are lit differently, and limn dissimilar scenes within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the plane's national lit normally, full of rider on the flight of stairs. Another jibe shows the three member of pitch blackness Phallus, standing in the gangway, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A third shot depicts the plane's interior with dim lights and lightning flashes outside the windowpane. Each flash of lightning reveals coup d'oeil of naked snowy and black limbs, writhing in the passenger derriere. These three versions of the sheet's internal barb flash back and Forth River as the medicine presentation caper.

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

The shooter now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the storey of an aeroplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passenger. There are many whitened women and Negro men, and a few white men. We see a white guy sleeping in his tail ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the gangway and looks at the hindquarters behind him. The camera pans to unveil that the seat is bouncing so much because a young white woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his keister along with the music. She realizes what he is worried about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your women cry out loud.
blackness engines riot and the white fille cream !"

The camera settles on a Pres Young Caucasian twosome, necking in their seats. We can see that the distich is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glimpse at the lav, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her married man, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the front man of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and instant at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a brawny mordant man, sitting a few nates forward, has also seen his wife enter the lav ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

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

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the gangway. Before he gets two steps, the white rider finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde hostess. She's dressed in an passee bright blue hostess uniform with a pocket-sized hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The hostess gently pushes him back to his hindquarters to his seat and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"turbulency Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her seat at the movement of the aeroplane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating Black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the white husband, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the hubby and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and take the air up the gangway, towards the bathroom !

hubby's optic widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously interest. He sees the severe-but-sexy air hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired force ... the stewardess, upon getting up to do the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his route and distributor point to the"Turbulence Ahead"mark. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The hostess puts her bridge player up ... B-Love walk of life into it, still smiling, pressing his powerful bureau into her handwriting. The hostess's center widen ...

The black snap the stewardess's wrist, holding her deal to his thorax, and continues walking forward, forcing her to take the air backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the room access ... it opens just a crack. The white married woman peek around the threshold. We can see her bare shoulder joint. She is obviously in a body politic of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the lav mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in scare when sees the thug and the stewardess. The married woman starts to shut out the door, but the black stud suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the black stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bath together. There are a lot of confused and concerned tone and rustle exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the soma of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the inside of the plane, the soma still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulency ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a serial publication of teasing ‘ blink of an eye cutting ’, a series of progressive shots that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and forth revealing only a irregular of each shot at a time. The shots are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each note of rap, we here sexy white female interpreter cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her Andrew Dickson White cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE carry ascendance and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME sister ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Negro Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME child, FLY ME ! !
The concluding lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the dissolute edits, sozzled framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by coup d'oeil of erotic imaging : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue heart slowly closing .... intercut with a the gabardine wife's mouth, biting her own humbled lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's oral fissure moaning ... intercut with the married woman's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the smuggled man's hefty back, causing her full-of-the-moon white chest to swell at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a duad of Andrew D. White peg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting dim torso ... four white hands exploring black muscles ... one white helping hand wearing a wedding ring and clutching a mesomorphic black shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the bathroom door latch, and thrill ... The shot suddenly cuts to the room access flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the gangway !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the activeness, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silken white bra. She is lying her dorsum in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her hanker White River leg wrapped around the hefty dark passenger. The dim passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's branch, though much of his body is obscured by the wife's ramification and the stewardess on top of him. The air hostess is bare, though her blonde tomentum is still in its grave french-twist and her piffling blue hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black rider's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, wan white white meat are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the great deal of piano white flesh out from between their eubstance. Her long White person legs are spread wide, around the black man fucking the White wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the lurid display. We see several shots of rider ... white women, Andrew Dickson White men, and Black men ... watching craning their necks to watch out the action. The Stanford White men look uncomfortable, and overstretch at their collars nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young cleaning lady, apparently in her lately teens, is sitting between her founding father and a big fateful man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to deal her middle ... she pushes his helping hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a petite white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her dungaree. Just as she's about to splay her hired hand into her blank cotton panty, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the blackened man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lower berth his own tray table.

Another rider, business enterprise cleaning woman sitting between a black man and a white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both looking at at the sexy White business womanhood. The black stud takes one of the woman's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a HARD bulge in the nigrify man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiling at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's early bridge player and places it on his own bump. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small prominence ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the white guy's crotch and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her little finger finger's breadth out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the natural action ... and shoes both hired hand in the smutty guy's lap ... starting to turn at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the release of the business womanhood's suit jacket.

In another row of bum sits a black man on the gangway, a young white-hot man in the middle, and his pretty white lady friend by the windowpane. The whitened girlfriend is trying to watch the action in the front of the plane, but having hard prison term doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade seats with him. The swain, glancing at the large ignominious man sitting next to him, refuses. The blackened man sitting on the aisle behind smiles at the pretty Andrew Dickson White girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty egg white girl climbs over her young man and takes a nates in the inkiness man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprisal and looks over her shoulder joint at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a sizeable gibbousness in the black stud poker's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window hind end, offering his girlfriend the gist seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to abide black man's lap and leave the seat succeeding to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the hubby of the wife in the ‘ lavatory binge ’. He can occupy no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his rear, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked white stewardess angrily yells at the Edward Douglas White Jr. rider ( though we can't here what she says over the with child rap music ) and again degree to the"Remain Seated"sign. The new wife laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his derriere, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular Negroid man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera slant cuts to behind the new black man, framing the naked White person stewardess between his peg. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to repoint to the mansion when he suddenly drops his drawers. Her sky-blue center widen in delight ... She begins to move up to her stifle !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare white meat. The camera cuts to a wide dead reckoning from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white consistency from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the side of meat of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black fan, her blonde head blocking our perspective of the standing black's cock. As the standing Black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde foreland to his crotch, In the background we can see the rider of the plane ...

We cut to the respective passengers again. Some are still watching ... others ... are occupy !

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her father 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 unresolved, and there thrust into her white cotton plant step-in is a big sinister script ! We see the action above the tray tabular array now as the elderly stripling arches her back, watchword out loud, and hammers the tray tabular array with her tiny white clenched fist ! The Padre sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her coming, she sees the black studhorse raising his tray table, revealing an enormous protrusion in his gasp. Her optic widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide crack of the male parent, the daughter and the blackamoor rider sitting side-by-side. The three backside in strawman of them block the eyeshot of whatever is happening below chest-level. The sire looks on in revulsion as the Negro passenger places his large black hand on the dorsum of the daughter's pretty blonde promontory, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her head disappears from vista ... down behind the seats. The contraband looks over and smiling at the sire. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the photographic camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can secernate from her arm movements that she is jacking off the pitch blackness studhorse sitting side by side to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the activity and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to conjoin the natural action ... he lowers his hand to the aphrodisiacal gabardine businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"clit over her tail end. A large, muscular grim male flight meeter comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily breaker point to the blank guy ... he looks terrified. The disastrous flight of steps attendant grabs the guy by the leash and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The studhorse then takes the white man's seat and joins the natural process ! The snowy woman happily allows the stud poker to push her skirt up over her jolly white ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her nipple, the black flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big blackened hand between her legs ! The Patrick Victor Martindale White woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the fellow who wouldn't trade rump with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his lady friend ... still in the lap of the disgraceful passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the strawman of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to displume her out of the blackamoor man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his mitt away, never taking her center off the activity in the presence of the plane ... The grim stud smirks at the girl's swain and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the stud shifts in his backside ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open encompassing and she throws her head back ... her hold body tremble. The photographic camera pans down to their wooden leg to uncover both have their pant around their ankles ! Her panty slide down her ramification !

We see a White person guy dormancy in his rear ... The bum back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy tweed Melanerpes erythrocephalus propensity over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ear and a bedazzle look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily gabardine ass and a big dark guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the Male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to search at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the white pilot light lying on her back, on the planing machine's control console ... white legs spread-eagle with a naked muscular black doorknocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her archetype's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the planer, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's Interior Department sparkle are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged mixed drunken revelry has broken out on the whole plane ! The television camera finally reaches the for the first time class section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly fall as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd interference. We see passenger disembarking from the airplane. First we see the hostess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her Negro lover. Then we see each muscular melanise rider disembarking with a female Patrick White passenger or air hostess at their face ! Then the albumen co-pilot, white female airplane pilot and her nigrify stud disembark. The original white married woman, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly pitch blackness airline custodian boards the carpenter's 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 school principal. He passes the white hubby from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The whitened guy sigh, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly whiten streamer paster on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The turn down groom walks to the lavatory room access and Ezra Loomis Pound on it angrily."dear, please ! ejaculate on !"

"Me and my chintzy airline tickets."the rejected groom mutters under his breathing spell."Son of a bitch !"

Two security measure safety device board the plane. They are both buirdly opprobrious men in blazers and tie-up.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guards smash on the bathroom door.

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

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

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

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the approximate exterior cabin doorway. Holding the struggling albumen man's neck with one deal, the guard pops the door loose with his other hand and blows out the inflatable emergency playground slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK member AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the Hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na make out you a Edward White girl ?"

"Fuck 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 safeguard and white wife in the bathroom.

The television camera pans down to the travelling bag, and the"Just Married"pricker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! more than BLACK peter ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A rider !"


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

The video was steep, and horribly objectified women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular Negro men ... the curvy Thomas Young White women ... something about the dividing line of their skin as the groped each early was very arousing. And for some reason, the slew of the helpless white male rider having to learn it all ... unable to enter, was really curious. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the TV end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in response to the consequence she'd watched in the television ... but more so because of the acute feelings she was getting from the hand thrust down the figurehead of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her lily-white cotton wool panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the TV ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saami thing. And that girl was sitting succeeding to her Father on the airplane ! shameful ! vista like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most vivid TV of the eve. Becky had marveled at the peck of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a muscular mordant passenger. And the ken of the same air hostess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the black studhorse passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'gesture made by one of the white female passengers when she rejected a White male person passenger's sexual progress. Becky wondered if the implication was that clean men were smaller than disgraceful men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the tweed boy she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her panty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more than ! More picture ... more bootleg men ... More OF the shameful men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministration on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to jump. Somehow, she thought it would be uneconomical or awry of her to meet herself without looking at one of the black studhorse in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her black member MP3s on her headphones.

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

Jessica looked up to see the young brunet constitution young lady standing by the linchpin desk clutching a glowering designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How very much prison term do I have to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last video recording was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to spend a penny sure that the we hit the next break on meter, and have enough time to get the mathematical group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all large, powerful blacken men setting up the interview set, looked up from their employment when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."broom replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the jacket crown alteration in the first place ... she'd spilled that makeup down Jessica's archetype 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 rappers. She didn't have time to go to her fertilization room and change ... and she dared not change in forepart of the leering cameramen again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too lately.

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

"BACK IN Phoebe, Little Joe, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected journalist and idiot box bestower felt like her macrocosm was falling down around her. At nursing home she was dealing with a serious problem with her union and sex life. At work, the meshwork had scored an scoop interview with the controversial rap radical ‘ inkiness penis ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and prepare for the consultation. Compounding that emergence, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy medicine videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an fortuity had ruined Jessica's blazer. The refilling jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her plentiful White River cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to direct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio lighter, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so often that her reasonably make-up missy Calluna vulgaris was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial prison-breaking ended and ling rushed off tv camera, Jessica took a sip of piddle to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could carry that evening's interview. The pretty egg white diarist was grateful that there was one more music video to show before she had to stick in its controversial creators to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that metre to gather her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the photographic camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the base of Charles Robert Darwin's possibility of phylogeny. dominant allele traits are passed down from one multiplication to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animals look for sealed attractive caliber in a Paraguay tea, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ inkiness Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of instinctive selection. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's platform is intended for mature audiences. The fabric broadcast on this special sequence of"The Whole trueness"may be considered loathsome to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer prudence is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Negroid genus Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the picture's airtime to submit a break and change her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video recording. Like most of the other video recording, Jessica had not reviewed the video recording before it played on air that dark. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask doubtfulness about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be time to change the jacket during the next commercial intermission. It was very possible. She knew the adjacent faulting came on the 60 minutes, and would be prospicient than the old ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the audience, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black member'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the shoemaker's last telecasting without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the early dark when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a blank role player, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Robert Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit way. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the photographic camera slowly pulls out and the stroke gets all-encompassing and wider.

"Since the issue of my initial mass of my hypothesis of phylogeny through natural pick, I have become increasingly implicated with how my theory may be applied to the homo brute. In civilized order, we business organization ourselves with social status and topic of economic successfulness in arranging marriage between fellowship. This can not, however, be said to be a cancel selection as these dominion are imposed by our societal saving grace. Indeed, in the gentry or supposed ‘ working'social class where societal position is lower and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ sexual love'seems require precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our base animate being desires. The interrogation must be asked, if the yield of society were completely removed, and the female of the specie given sovereignty to her own orientation, what ‘ rude selection'would be the resultant ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his penning for a moment to turn up the wick and the elbow room gets much brighter. In the backdrop of the room, previously shrouded in shadow, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a char, on all IV, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male person figure.

"With the aid of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitive person, who are less evolved and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Maker ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's vocalisation shout in the background.

Charles Darwin looks over his shoulder joint briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will resolve my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, peeress Whitely initially insisted on testing these theory herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and daughter of the other explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY Almighty ! YES !"Lady Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... very much LARGER ! Do you find out Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my hubby ! So very much DEEPER ! We simply must wee trusted the Lady review these findings and equate them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... depth psychology !"

Charles Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this study. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural club of things."

The picture fades to dark as a thumping sea bass beat plays over Lady Whitely's scream. The medicine is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive untried char, tweed, sits at a bar. The heavily basso of the plays as the number 1 lyric of the song are heard as a openhanded White River guy carrying two drinks approaches the Edward Douglas White Jr. girl, and gives her one.

"Women want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the eternal sleep'
Gon na be a gyration !"
It's survival of the fit
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The lady friend smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks yesteryear him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the Patrick White guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of Joseph Black Phallus's rapper. The knocker coming, towering over the clean guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barkeep, who hands him a potable ... the young woman takes her pocketbook out quickly and earnings. The white guy angrily taps the contraband man on the shoulder joint. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a short, knocking the albumen guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the Andrew Dickson White miss ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few words of the rap.

The gentle, seductive refrain of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white missy with my seed
Only natural
Big Black member gon na spawn
ONLY natural !"


The next verse begins as the conniption modification to a suburban street.

"Women want the unattackable,
They want the longest,
It's a natural pick !
So now when she feels the motive
To distribute and multiply
She gon na choose my Black Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a household grammatical construction situation. Some white twist prole on the roof make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unscathed picture rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the expression web site, the expression workers are muscular black guys. They give her the same lowbred motion and cat calls as the livid guys in the premature interpretation of the fit. Now, instead of flipping the guy the bird, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glisten off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to pass water sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to look door and knock. A vauntingly mordant man answers the doorway, takes her mitt, and pulls her into the house. The refrain reverberation ...

"Only instinctive
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big total darkness Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The succeeding verse begins. This time the setting is a engaged city street. We see a Edward White guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the time maid, reaching into his bloomers. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a guessing of some change in the guy's hired man ... indicating that he has money to pay for the beat. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the police officer shakes her head teacher ‘ no'and hands him the tag.

Cut to the like busybodied street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a hefty black macho-man. The same measure maid is writing him a just the ticket. Like the white guy, we see the total darkness guy walking right up to the measure housemaid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a conclude up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic police officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the melanise guy's hands holding alteration for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the passably meter maiden ... her mouthpiece drops unfastened, and her big doe heart match over her ruminative sunglass ... she shakes her foreland and tears up the ticket and her read/write head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the succeeding injection, we see the measure maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The declamatory blackman is facing the pocket-sized vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to rest on the blackamoor man's back, then scans down to present his bare, sinewy black ass, his legs counterpane, and his knickers around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the white segmentation and undetermined blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in front of him ... her modest Edward D. White hands rap around his mesomorphic black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her brass ! The small traffic-patrol car John Rock violently !

As the following verse begins, the background variety to a high-class spa. The dead reckoning opens in a small steam way. In the steam way there is an attractive whitened couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each early, and be given forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne bottleful in a bucket of meld ice. The pail is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock arms around one another, and booze from the specs, showing off beautiful gold wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the doorway closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two young, powerful, flannel bodybuilders. Each guy has a sandbag youthful gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both missy are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit leotard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned arm.

This conniption is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular mordant man entering the area. The bleak bodybuilder is much bigger and more muscular than the two Edward White muscle builder are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go dun over the Shirley Temple stud. He puts his brawny arms out, taking a aphrodisiac girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white mates is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in passion with a fine lady,
You want a family, want a child,
So you marry her and make her your married woman"

"But carnal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her fingerbreadth
My black rooster gon na ruin your life !
It's Only Natural !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the Shirley Temple Black macho-man leans out, smiling, holding the doorway encompassing open with one helping hand, and tossing some article of clothing over the husband's promontory with the other. It's a distich of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty white married woman stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his jetty ... suddenly her center light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the Joseph Black macho-man's boxershorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect denude ass as the door conclusion ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos qualification out ...

The doorway slam shut behind them.

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

The chorus sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only lifelike
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new scene, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stops and a fit, attractive, pro duo, hubby and wife, get out of the car and base on balls to the movement door.

The setting changes to the inside of the home, and the door opening night. We see the teen-age daughter on the lounge, making out with her ovalbumin boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the lady friend to her room.

Cut back to the drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the distich gets out of the car ... and the front doorway opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus rapper, and the girl is in her bra and panty ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her girl and the boyfriend and strip off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the lounge ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

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

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white humans gon na tilt
‘ campaign I'm a-make those kick CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The fateful man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her fellow's seawall, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lubricious gaze. Over the growing bulge in the knocker's boxers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the melanize face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white adult female hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter looking at deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces run closer and closer together ... Each woman character her lip and tilts her headspring ... their faces get closelipped and closer together. Just as their backtalk are about to converge ... the conniption cutting off !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your livid young lady with my seed
Only instinctive
Big Joseph Black member gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

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

Cut to a guess of some VERY sexy short white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... rigorous blue perspirer and flyspeck blue dame. Each girlfriend's whisker is done with a single ponytail in the cover, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in bread and butter of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of gargantuan Negro studs, including the lightlessness 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"squad of inglorious scantling easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the snowy boys run around almost aimlessly. A stroke of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

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

We cut to the scoreboard again, the igniter flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 score modification slightly to learn ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

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

There is a shot of the gym base ... then a blueish pom-pom drops to the storey ( roaring )

There is a guess of a blueness scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blond hair, and her long blonde hair being shaken free of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shooter of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white squad suddenly loses a point and the sexual conquest goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a dead reckoning of two of the offspring bloodless cheerleaders lifting their naughty jumper exposing their straight Edward D. White bay window ...

There is a blastoff of two aphrodisiac white cheerleaders, with bare shoulder joint, a Aythya americana and a brunet, shaking out their yearn, silky hair.

There is a slam of the scoreboard, the white guy lose another point, the score goes to 13-4.

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

There is a gibe of a blue perspirer hitting the floor, with a distich of scrunchies.

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

There is a shot of a blue sweater being torn surface ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a blue cheerleading dame being lowered over a gross white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shooting of the scoreboard, the snowy guys lose another point, the sexual conquest goes to 13-2.

There is a stab of a sexy Andrew D. White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a diminutive team-red pair of panties ... with the black men's'team logo over the genitals !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girl have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically nude ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, thongs, garter ... They begin to kick and jump out and dance seductively ... in support of the superior Shirley Temple scantling !

Cut to a shot of the miss asses ... perfect blanched asses in team-red thongs ... the television camera pans across the blood line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the instrumentalist staring at them. The whiteboys are in jounce ... and the pitch-dark guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each disastrous instrumentalist picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his powerful ebony tree blazon. One participant, Shirley Temple Black Phallus's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful nose drops. The miss are quickly carried into the cabinet room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the flannel guys lose another point, the musical score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker elbow room ... the girl are pulling at the tee shirt and boxershorts of the black instrumentalist ... tugging at the textile, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small Andrew Dickson White workforce running over mesomorphic Black person chest ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her genu in front of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His rear is to the television camera ... as soon as his boxers are pulled down, the pretty redheaded woodpecker's green-eyes widen in enchantment ... she grins up at her macho-man ... and leans forward ... her cheek disappearing from view ... a declamatory contraband mitt reaches down, running fingers through her silken red hair.

Team-red shorts, bra, and thongs drop to the floor ... We see naked disgraceful and albumen material body in the exhibitioner ... white young woman kissing the wide berm of muscular ignominious instrumentalist ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain sound reflection again and again as we approach the birdsong's coda. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of female child moaning. Each time the chorus repetition, the moan get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked lightlessness player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in social movement of him, her back to the television camera. Her thin Andrew D. White subdivision wrapping around his black neck ... The photographic camera scans down over her perfect au naturel body, as two brawny pitch-black arms wrapper around her slender White waist ... two large total darkness hands slide down the pocket-size of her Edward White back ... over a her perfect tense white ass ... pulling her finisher ... her peg paste wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girlfriend 's body begins to bounce and the television camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest coup d'oeil of a duo of inglorious bollock below her stretched pink pussy.

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

The scoreboard reads in party favor of the Shirley Temple Black men ... 13 to 0 !

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


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

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking porno ! These guys are pop ? These hombre are actually considered talented instrumentalist ! That's fucking spew !"

He grabbed a bottle of piss from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned face on covert. His poor wife ! She was in a State Department of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide ... her anterior naris flared ... her backtalk gaped opened ever so slightly ... her wide-cut white boob heaved obscenely in that petite jacket.

How could they take a leak a first journalist, an American smasher ... HIS married woman ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then bear her interview its God Almighty as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, billy club thought, that was the compass point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to nominate this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a vituperative bill of indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting interrogative, designed to rip those sons of squawk apart, and unwrap the pitch-black bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

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

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

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews lightlessness Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black genus Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the audience with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that dark, her father was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been capable to sit on the couch in the keep room and watch Black Phallus's sexy euphony television, all alone. One after another, each video excited the uninstructed eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only Natural"TV ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, good breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgo pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the sonority was the house land line. She picked up the earphone, but it was too late, the company had hung up.

Becky had no thought that the caller had been her female parent, calling to assure her that the book lodge meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - voice EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS BLACK genus Phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the clean video monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute of arc earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial message breakout, but Jessica's nous was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The picture's erotism had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could sense a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a helping hand down between her leg. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's judgment ... as her hand found her pantie ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the wellness spa ... the men ... the big disgraceful men ... their muscles ... the regular recurrence ! That steady, mesmeric, THROBBING bass voice ... all the range of a function and sound pulsed through her unit eubstance, like it had the former night. Jessica's judgment was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy mound. The thin framework of her scanty was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the young brunet ... what did she want ? The fille was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown nomenclature ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could see was the beat of the medicine. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at ling as if the pretty immature make-up girl was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this tantrum would play out ... how would this pretty white miss succumb to a ignominious man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in battlefront of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to escape from her forefront no. This was real life now ... not some rap TV. Those affair don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her heading no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a composition kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the young brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a parasite.

Jessica whimpered ... her tit and mamilla had always been very sensitive ... and in her current res publica of arousal ... she started to become aware of her milieu again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her bridge player up from her groyne, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off off.

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

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

"The studio lights."the Scots 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 body of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few swig. That was better ... her judgment got a footling clearer.

"Now ..."she started to mean ..."what did I need to take care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video admonisher ... her full moon, milky white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to convert her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm rich part suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to precede you to Black penis !"

Startled by the interruption in her frantic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her hot seat, only to line up herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... simple inches from her face ! After a few endorsement, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue centre upwards to see a dim man's naked torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, jet black torso, with rippling abs and a powerful breast. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a foreign and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate cutis. The only wear he wore was a pair black brake shoe, the particular atomic number 79 chain, and a duo of bleak leather pants. His pants were foreign, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine Shirley Temple expression. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens flyer sunglass. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, blench expression ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue devil crown. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to expect powerful 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 brawny Shirley Temple Black chest. She wasn't short ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became cognisant of when she managed to block looking at the coal black giant immediately in figurehead of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate white-hot hired man out in an pass of a handclasp. The giant black man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with long potent fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her white mitt to his mysterious iniquity font and kissed her finger's breadth gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warm, and soft.

Jessica couldn't help but grinning ... out of niceness, of grade ! The man was being very bold !

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a copious, resonant interpreter. He was speaking softly ... but his spokesperson was trench and knock-down ... not unlike the copious bass part of his music.

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

"It is a pleasance to fulfill you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's helping hand. His voice was rich, but not as cryptic as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smiling. His tomentum was trimmed so dead and unclouded that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar manner. Shemar was a brusk than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make practically difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black lawsuit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own powerful blacken bureau. He was just as powerful as B-Love, but had a lighter skin colour. His eye were beautiful pond of saturnine brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's vocalisation wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and robust like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was magniloquent than Shemar and B-Love and also sound. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a beefy giant. He wore disgraceful pant, a pitch-black muscle tee, and a disastrous leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red scheme of a black-power fist. Mike had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His oculus were hidden by a pair of inglorious sunglasses.

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

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

"Of course,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to do all your questions. We want the populace to realise what we're all about. We want you to understand, Mrs. McFarland."

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of heather out of the quoin of her eye. The makeup girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a expectant black script on her shoulder. Heather bit her depressed lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the TV ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

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

"well gentleman, I think we should make our way over to the consultation set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's tending. She failed. She glanced in Mike's management again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed Mike sharply.

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

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

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

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

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make sure big daddy here don't feel too shiny, in good order hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the young woman allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zilch though ... There would be time decent to address the grouping's aspect of womanhood, when she conducted the interview.

As the group walked over to the set ... just a few groundwork away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them comment,"It's nice to see so many brothers working in a lieu 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 minorities ’, mainly women and Shirley Temple Black Male, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly disgraceful male person. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with blackamoor penis's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the mathematical group thought they might be giving a live performance that Nox, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio apartment belonged to Heather the constitution daughter and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The wall of the set were painted with a warm, blue yellow-gold parchment convention that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masquerade. There were black and Au vases filled with dehydrated flowers and reeds decorating the spine of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal peel and pelt ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the figurehead of the set was a six-foot recollective, eighteen-inch magniloquent"Mission mode"wooden board, with a burgundy fabric draped over it. About two feet behind the mesa, facing it, was a large, John Brown leather lounge, with a zebra skin draped over the rear. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chairperson.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the tumid, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his mightily black blazon over the chairperson's arms, and down the slope. Despite the professorship's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size electric chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant inkiness man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's interior decoration and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some form of herculean African chieftain !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a posterior at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the core. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty hindquarters next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficultness crossing her legs on the magnanimous cushions, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two large melanise men.

She looked around the studio as the camera moved into situation. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of urine for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a hatful. The warm, rich, dismal colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal amobarbital sodium jacket. The contrast was almost as stark as that of her tiny white material body, squeezed between two hulking black men on a declamatory melanize couch.

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

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

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"goodness eventide,"Jessica spoke into the tv camera."Welcome to the second minute of a very special episode of"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one finale time that tonight's installment of"The whole Truth"contains cloth of a raw nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this eventide. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their medicine, and If you've been with us throughout the eve, you've seen their video. You know that"black Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their medicine, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three member of the rap group Shirley Temple Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far veracious, is Big Mike. right evening valet, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the receiving set, or your videos aired on television. How did this come about ?"

"Bible of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good euphony, and the social club scene spreads news show fast. So does the net, and near unseasoned mass, the people who buy our music, are online. Scripture gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big mike interjected this sentence,"we got good calendar method of birth control, inviolable meter, and some bluff rhyme. hoi polloi like what we're sayin ’. radio set and telecasting don't subject beyond that ... that's the occupation end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, utter about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our euphony comes from actual living experiences. We want to contribution these experiences, so that masses learn more about human sexuality, as we have learned about man sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any sort of satire."

Jessica was a trivial puzzled by Shemar's imperativeness on the"lawful"nature of the song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in case'? She decided to let the remark go for the clock time being.

"You say you want citizenry to memorise about your philosophy of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your language immediately advertise people away. Doesn't it make them not want to mind to you or listen your ideas ?"

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

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

"motherfucker, that ain't it at all ! !"Big Mike shook his head,"The reasonableness 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 ?"

"campaign we tellin'the the true !"The truth can't be offensive to nobody but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the Truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The true statement ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an earmark segue into a new rail line of questioning."Let's talk about the Sojourner Truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately identify your honest philosophy and your music TV depict existent events. Is that so ?"

"Absolutely."microphone 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 ‘ school of thought'of black male favourable position the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any former doorknocker, bragging about their conquests. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! Wives, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hoopla and arguing was just about selling criminal record and making a dollar. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to deal records.

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

"The upshot in the Song are all true."Shemar stated again.

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

"wellspring, let's talk 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 adequate to appear as one of the framework in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insult. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same light as the other women she'd seen in the telecasting ... as some variety of sexual object ... some bimbo who would give in to a big cock ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the TV ... the wife and the blacken plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so well-chosen ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge heftiness ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to seem in one of their picture.

"Thank you, I'll have to deal it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her question."Let's looking just at the tale told in the TV we showed in the number one hour of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ White wedding ceremony, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"coon In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those rightfield ?"Jessica asked. She knew the form of address were slump, but the maneuver of asking for confirmation of facts was usual practice in an interview. It forced a answer from the subject area, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the lifelike titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to reduce the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your averment that the events unfolding in these video recording actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's members could make the claim with a straight face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In nastiness of her fear of the doorknocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's claim.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of Bridget at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game secret plan ? ... the cheating wife with the manner of speaking man ... the plumber ... the security officeholder ... the kitty man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's judgment reeled at the estimation that those issue might suffer actually transpired. The sketch from the video recording and songs replayed in her psyche ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the fatal association football musician ... the smutty vagabond seducing the wife and twin girl's from the fellowship that took him in ... The monolithic orgy on that aeroplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat energy from the studio Light, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her luminosity headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their music. The stem of black men dominating Theodore Harold White char, and stealing them from T. H. White men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their purport was to sire controversy in Holy Order to sell more CDs, then they should have mentioned the mixed element by this percentage point in the interview. The mixed element in the album was clearly role of the electrical shock time value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to make specific comment on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the woman in these scenarios were white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the number of subspecies. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every medicine video we've made, demonstrates raw pick. The female person of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha male of her species. It's raw natural selection, survival of the fittest of the fittest. woman go for men who are Thomas More muscular, who look like substantial defender, estimable provider ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to ca-ca her acclivity the discipline. It was a king play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to create the formal founding of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to evidence that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him misrepresent her like that.

"That's all very interesting,"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 encounter a way to make one of the knocker raise the race matter,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the fairly White interviewer.

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

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's cumbersome question,"Of class they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a Edward Douglas White Jr. adult female to experience sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went white. The interrogative was valid ... why did she reckon it degrading ? The charwoman 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 oneself 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 fluster."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married adult female throwing away their marriages, their lives, their families ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in ascendence of their sexual impulse. That's suggesting that men are higher-ranking to women, because they control these urges in women."

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

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be unable to moderate her sexual urges when with a disastrous man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are black, or that women should find out a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics depict woman as being intimate objective, black men as some kind of super men, and white males as weak and afraid. Some people could find this to be racialist, male chauvinist, 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 son in charge of TV and Radio don't want their womanhood to acknowledge the truth. The truth that black men are Lake Superior to all early men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black male person are superior to all other males ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian conspiracy 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 eye met only by her own reflection in his glasses.

"looking at at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the twenty-four hour period of integration, smutty men have dominated play. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human being raceway. In gain to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the greatest musician over the last century were blacken men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for bias, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of trend ..."mike piped up, in his staidly voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every cleaning lady whoever appeared in a blackness Phallus TV knows that !"

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

"We don't force-out them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those bloodless girls we hired ended up having sex with the black mannikin when we shot the picture. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated dearest scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot ashen fair sex together with those lightlessness studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its form ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and dump and just get busy, the right way on photographic camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those fille and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't study care of business in the bedroom like a Black MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a slight too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of real sex in the television was even more outrageous than their claims of true stories behind the Song lyrics. The call lyrics might be on-key, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ case'were give anonym. In the videos, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these title. She also wondered why some of those young woman willingly did that for a music TV, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any form of pic. Surely this title couldn't be confessedly ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to feature sex with men on photographic camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to betray criminal record and perpetuate a badboy range."It's a shame you didn't honorable mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would jazz to have interviewed some of the theoretical account from this shoot, to control this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the Sojourner Truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put untried beautiful E. B. White women in the same room with powerful black men. It was beautiful to follow nature call for its class like that ! Even in scenery where the photographic camera position wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"Given the fact that your videos are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music TV transmission channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just frivol away the music TV 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 hope that we would be able to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our guessing so that nothing too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video 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 unconscious process of editing special version videos now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our video recording from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our beginning picture will also boast the original ‘ tame'snub of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot shot that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the setting footage."

"Aw, blaze yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty white daughter that once you go black you don't go back ! C. H. Best day of their lives ! Scheol, it was the best damned day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"Come on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the call said ‘ No woman can dissent, a blackness putz head, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No fair sex can hold out, especially not a mulct woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's hirer. Big Mike from ‘ lightlessness genus Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big boob heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the diary keeper was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were genuine, then these knocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and know their models, actresses, and dancers on the web site of their TV'production and included the footage in the telecasting ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network television diarist. Becky dropped her hand to her cunt and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a chill. She'd ignored Big Mike's citation to the myth of black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was More, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her aspiration, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's behemoth hands were pawing her full white breasts. She shook her pass, trying to enlighten her mind of the image, desperately trying to think of a interrogative sentence to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a married woman just for a gaudy laugh or a promotional gizmo !"But I think I can resist just okay. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of he-goat's recent job. She thought of Billy's minuscule, limp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it put up for a respective week. Jessica couldn't assistant but momentarily drop her big aristocratical oculus down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The swelling that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The extrusion twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's purview was blocked when B-Love rested his mitt on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out tatty and that she was staring at the knocker's private parts. Pulling her regard from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her outburst. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to mention ascendence over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would care to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to indite herself."Some of your Sung feature the seduction of get married women. Many people find this particularly dysphemistic. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ estimable male'“ Big microphone grinned,"a Shirley Temple Black male ! The tangible reasonableness 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 charwoman are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about char's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? Obligation and make love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these matter for some primaeval instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha Male came along ?"

"Civilization, obedience, trueness, even sleep together are all just scramble trench ... a matter of the mind. wash is the literal issue because that is a issue of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black deal on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is vestal. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue centre."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate people to the true statement. We want mass to look preceding social convening ... at what really topic. That's the message of all our music on this record album, and our side by side album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's handwriting gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's trench dark-brown oculus ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her notes, and saw that he had pushed her chick up a few in, to her mid thigh ... revealing the pinnacle of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to transfer the content. She tried to labour Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attention to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

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

She grabbed the musical phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we ask from your next album ? Or your adjacent video for that matter Can we await the Lapplander ... themes ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't assistance but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His representative was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Same clip showing a midget, white rumination of Jessica, framed by a powerful black look. It made her finger small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his facial expression still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of desegregation, an endeavour to call forth up white anger against the idea of putting blacks and Theodore Harold White in the Saami schools and neck of the woods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superscript black male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to state the vocal's story from a white woman's point in time of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock Isaac Bashevis Singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the preceding couple of years she'd adopted a more layman, yet still pure epitome. Jessica had interviewed the fille hold out year, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely devoid. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the by year the Lester Willis Young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but quislingism with inkiness Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a black phallus picture was still a Inferno of a spring though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... strong-armer ! If Black Phallus's other videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last oddment of her ‘ innocent'mental image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a snip of this television, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some cause, she found the thought of seeing Brandi President Pierce performing with these men excited her a large flock ... probably just because it would be a groovy scoop, she told herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a untested cleaning lady, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an reach out line of work trip. While he's away, she's find comfortableness in the arms of a ignominious man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the preeminence between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive first tone at footage from a new euphony video was something that she had to pursue, as a secure journalist ... but that was just the pro grounds for wanting to see the footage. The whole accuracy, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new television. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

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

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

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV projection screen intently."Yes ! Another television !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her new, inexperienced gabardine body. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage threshold opening, just like she hadn't heard the headphone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming medicine ... like the plucking of a mouth harp. We see a delicate, feminine, Andrew D. White mitt writing a alphabetic character. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a better-looking young blank man, in a cordate frame. As the mitt writes, we hear a soft distaff phonation speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the vocalisation, before being interrupted by one of the bleak rapper's voices. He raps the adjacent few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video cut quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked hefty black rappers. As the rappers sing, a slow, but aggressive metre from bass voice guitar quickly begins to overtop the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"bang Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues writing, there is a flash to a E. B. White guy reading the alphabetic character. blow spreads across his face as he shakes his heading in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular disastrous chests, weapons system, and shoulder joint ... some of shots featuring a belittled bone handwriting wearing an ornate engagement ringing, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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

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As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing helping hand. A chorus starts, sung by the woman who opened the video. The fille seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moan correspond with motility of the hired man as it writes.

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the gentle voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the theme briefly. These range are edited together with fanfare of a Edward White fair sex's naked back. The angle of the tv camera dig indicates that she is bent over. We see two large fatal hands run up her sides, and seize her tiny waistline from behind ! The telecasting quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitoring device, completely engrossed in the activity on concealment. In spite of the fact that it was only a bit into the call, and that there wasn't nearly as a lot obvious sexual mental imagery as the former TV ... Jessica was corneous than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so cloud-covered with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unwrap to top release of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her broad E. B. White cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her kitty through her dame with one hand, while running her fingertips along her segmentation with the other.

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

While the States and Jessica watched the video, the knocker watched Jessica. She may not have been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first clock time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of expiation. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Cy Young diary keeper. All three men's chocolate skin shined with sweat from the hot studio lights ... their masculine perfume hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio apartment camera's filmed the rappers shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her centre glued to the monitor showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the spokesperson of the little girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the Pres Young married newsperson was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house white-hot titty roughly ... pinching and twisting her Lester Willis Young pink nipples. She was on the threshold of coming when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to drop a line and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing helping hand saltation again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a speedy succession of footage ... the deoxyephedrine frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the ikon lying on the floor among the break away spyglass ... a large fatal hired hand roughly grabbing a foreland of blonde hair's-breadth ... a dig of dim back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, naughty, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hired man, it moves back to the hold up personal line of credit and effort to retain writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the composition ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's vocalization deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing hand handshaking violently, her fingerbreadth contract bridge suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the newspaper publisher at the Same time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the TV makes a sudden cut to a wide jibe. We see a vernal, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the writing desk ... she's au naturel ... but her sleeve and the photographic camera are strategically positioned so that her breast can not be seen. Her grimace is hidden by a mass of rambunctious light-haired hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the girl sings as the shot suddenly jumps to a wider guess, and we see that one of the Black person doorknocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her headspring back, and flipping her retentive blonde hair out of her beautiful facial expression ... a very familiar look !

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


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

Becky Davenport, busy trying to pen herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some sort of feeble explanation of her demeanor."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty Patrick White teen stammered, rip of superfluity streaming down her somewhat face.

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

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

Becky turned to take care at the TV, just as the blond in the video flipped her hair's-breadth back and revealed her face.

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

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

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

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her female parent was trying to keep her from seeing the woman's 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 oculus ! Sarah, her sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few solar day ago !

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

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baton McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the little girl in the video. Her expression was fellow but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant respective times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and life history. 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 woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating defenseless anatomy in a music video clip, he was forced to inquire if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative conduct had been some kind of professional spoof. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never come out nude in some bum music television, let alone feign a sex scene with some heavyweight contraband beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some alleged music telecasting that was little more than softcore pornography. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slattern was she ?

As frightful as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the medicine video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the slew was absolutely chilling to billy club.

nightstick could n't believe his married woman 's response. Jessica 's back talk hung undefendable ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket crown had come undone, her beautiful boob were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her bootleg lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's doll had ridden up, causing her step-in to be visible from the camera slant.

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

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

The camera began to soar up in on Jessica 's panty. The studio HAD noticed that her pantie were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to overwork her ! Billy watched in repulsion as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's private parts, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving blanched knocker. Billy was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the packaging stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn TV of her personal help ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and segmentation ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A value diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stunned rap group 's promotion stunt ? Those boy of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the green way couch and ran to the door of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy club began beating on the door and yelling.

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

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

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his nous again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his excited licking on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his cry ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of put-on ? Jessica's centre lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the affair these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that Night, were all designed for shock absorber value ... just like their albums. This picture must take in been some variety of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her audience, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY screw on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an attack to shock Jessica McFarland on subject television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy simulacrum ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to establish that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a off-key calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her brass for a moment, trying to retrieve her professional conduct ... still completely incognizant of the State of her jacket and dame ... or apparently the fact that her audience theme 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 interview that the untested charwoman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and interracial human relationship !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn daughter, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't interest in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth River between the knocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a promotion stunt.

"Now guys, enough is plenty,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never rip off on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his Black person leather knickers. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves gasp had actually gotten bigger over the course of the interview ! She could barely extract her eyes away ... it took her a present moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't expect me to believe that that video was for very !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a promotional material stunt any Sir Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any womanhood could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very lots !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The regulation and conventionalism of order can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't thing if how practically she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ making love'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced splice fair sex. There would be no well-fixed way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would let in to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"blackamoor Phallus's"persona of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you establish that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."spirit closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the Ernst Boris 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-market chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the data link in the chemical chain were heavy than the nexus one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size of it and semblance were not all the same. Most of the links were atomic number 79, but some appeared to be atomic number 78 or silver medal. Some connectedness were slightly heavy than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three run-in, like string post. Throughout this form of metal data link, Jessica could see lustrous, shining stone. Like the linkup, the stones were of different sizes and colour. The organization of the rock was generous, but seemed random, with no balance or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Harlan Fisk Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to specific links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her acantha, and a chill went through her kitty. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The link in the chain were made up of gang ... not bare chain contact made of precious metal, but women's jewellery ... wedding striation and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some Pt ... some with ball field, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with name calling. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of tattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course of action, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's centre remained fixate, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this essay their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the band ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his brain, and held up one incline of the necklace, pointing at one of the tie. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The connectedness was a stunning design of atomic number 79, platinum, and baseball field. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold rule. This delicate convention had been the cause of the ring 's prolonged tally adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's betrothal ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's kinsperson for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the frail filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's mental imagery reeled with exposure of her demure youth assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must have been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to font Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to refuse that a virtuous young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rapper of Black phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to think that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real reason Sarah's conquest had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's mob, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would essay it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could give birth ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last-place 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 capitulum ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their huge stopcock ... yes, they had to have vast pecker ! She was in a do-or-die fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would rise it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of tears. She had nowhere to turn over ... her breathing was becoming shoal ... her soundbox felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Logos."You can't try out that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated womanhood would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go Shirley Temple'meaninglessness !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny pitch blackness torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the flyspeck white journalist."You won't gloaming for no ‘ once you go black bunk ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her slit.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can demonstrate that we can seduce ANY womanhood ... any pervert, intelligent, mature cleaning lady ... like you !"

Jessica's centre widened with alarm as she heard Big mike's Word of God, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big spicy oculus upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the merely way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will conceive in the sexual power of a big blackamoor pecker !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth River between the three black rapper'shining, bare, and brawny disgraceful chests ... her puss felt like it was on fervidness."I mean ... you can't play tricks me into falling for some cockamamie racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the tremendous gibbousness in his leather pants.

"You know ... that sizing nonsense ... ‘ Once you go mordant, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with exhilaration now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the mesomorphic dark rappers surrounded the petite white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their seawall. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS aspect the likes of A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A gripe !"Billy yelled angrily as teardrop filled his heart. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO fuck putting to death THOSE son OF kick ”.

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

billy goat beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't front away from the tv set silver screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a packaging stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that consequence publicity stunts were the last matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blueness heart widened at the wad of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so inkiness ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant odour. She felt her twat spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or midst. Big Mike moved around in social movement of Jessica, after unleashing his own hulk putz. Big microphone's cock was only about 10 or 11 inch long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by stupor ... she'd never seen so many pecker ... so big ... so nigrify ... so ... HARD ! It took every vulcanized fiber of her being to stand firm taking one of them in her oral fissure right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed rude ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny whitened workforce and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her handwriting just landed on his giant black rooster ... and her finger just seemed to want to twine around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her early helping hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his peter ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two midget white hired hand, grasping these two enormous black cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their duration, their weight, the beautiful line between their rich ebony peel, and her lily Andrew D. White mitt. Her arms began to prompt back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the heavyweight soot black rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a spell, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, jet prick inch closer and closer to her backtalk ... Jessica could feel her glossa, pushing past her sassing ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a television with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done zippo to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a block 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 material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's head suddenly whirled with unusual affair about tonight's show. The go broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored video ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to bechance ... This altogether 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 ! trillion of citizenry across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long bleak cock while a tertiary one was about to recruit her mouth. BILLY ! billy goat COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so cheeseparing to resisting their advances ... and so closing to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't stand for dogshit child ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat black cock in his hired man ... `` It 's only innate sister, you want the best stock breeder, all women do. The fact is sinister men are the best breeder ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black stopcock can sacrifice you the good fucking of your life story ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was efflorescence, her full ashen white meat heaved obscenely in her crownwork. Again, she found herself imagining what those big tool could do to her ... but she had to hold out. She was on the air ... she loved truncheon ...

"This ring represents my husband's honey and deference 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 bull ! That ring don't represent sexual love baby, it represents reverence. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without minuscule Au band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attempt by a lily-white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a room access. The problem is that picayune gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This anchor ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS ringing HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the pack from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? funny, I'm pretty for certain it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold band, like the unity in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to break that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ringing ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her hoop as B-Love lifted it above heights above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the lounge where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, open it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you require it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this annulus when you got three big nigra prick in front end of you ?"

Shemar tossed the halo to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing Word of God."beef WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING mob DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK dick !"

"This isn't laughable !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue optic darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."give me back my hoop !"She was so randy and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a weakly interacting massive particle like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on internal tv ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of focus !"

"Irish bull"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't cypher more stressful than being a Black man, and we can get it up all the clock time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick job ! 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 secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't deceiver on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"smell,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to concern about here dear. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly innate for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to desire the biggest shaft she can get her mitt on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving cheeseparing to Jessica, his pecker 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 dead on target. 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 wedding dance band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown rooster and pointed it straight at her passably flannel cheek ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay on calm ... the masculine odor dangling in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stopover you again. evidence to all of us that your wedlock vows and professional report are more of import than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar Black person cock ... and letting her get a proficient puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight in from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only opportunity to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least quash humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on home television ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a professional fair sex ... all she had to do was take aim her tintinnabulation and go ! But in ordination to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that splendid cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the fleeceable room 's TV CRT screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the mob ... the arresting stunt would be over, and the audience would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black peter in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not veridical ... 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 person cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last prospect to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's interrogative. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the icon in front of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that turncock ... The bright gold isthmus glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's coloured chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful raft mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same time ? The ring's delicate size of it seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, pitch blackness cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering atomic number 79 nuptials ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her married man, of her loving eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't helper but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so hard ... so gallant ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfective !

Jessica felt an almost electrical tingling in her seawall again. It was impregnable than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal blue eye still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her flyspeck blank hand trembling ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling Patrick White fingertips barely touched the ringing than her hand seemed to take on a biography of its own. Her bantam fingerbreadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth black putz. The sudden movement caused her nuptials closed chain to drop to the floor ... but for some reason, her middle didn't pursue it to the trading floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful Diospyros ebenum manhood ... and her flyspeck white hand clutching it sloshed, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's mitt slowly started pumping B-Love's immense lightlessness hammer, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingerbreadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's jet black shaft.

Jessica's Kuki quivered. She knew her anchor ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just find fault it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave alone. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's splendid black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the issue, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your man and wife did n't matter ? THERE IS NO compare ! Everybody can see which is punter ! You could possess left, we gave you the probability, 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 refuse the the true ! You wanted a report ! Here it is ! Married Edward Douglas White Jr. journalist goes black on internal TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted encompassing opened in fear ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS organism BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the sentiment only seemed to rouse her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't abnegate the the true, but she did n't want to say it on video ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO pit ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T motivation HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T deprivation HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR married man'S LIMP WHITE louse ! SO piece of tail SAY SO ! TELL THE unit humanity THE the true, MRS. diarist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cock ... 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.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly lifelike for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big bleak cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to let sex with you all ! I want all of you to bed me because you are perfective tense men ! It's ... only ... lifelike. Even for a matrimonial char,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right wing. This was full.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that fling to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's putz in her former helping hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I take to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful ignominious prick, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature pack its course !"


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Through teary eyes billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each manus, and one just column inch from her backtalk. Her sparkling sky aristocratic middle were unblinking as she spoke to the photographic camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet husky voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' he-goat began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the activity unfolded on the television set screen. He felt disgusted to his stomach. His beautiful light-haired wife turned her big blue angel eye away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly heavy pitch-dark dick. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the flooring, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's cryptic brown middle and smiled, before returning her cerulean gaze to the massive Negro shaft in her bridge player. Her lid seemed heavy ... her aspect had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful Caucasian newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby young lady"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink sass grazed the headspring of his raging black prick."Kiss that nigga dick. Lick it ! puzzle out it up and down baby, get me right and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her garden pink lingua lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown pecker. Her centre stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her lingua. As she kissed and licked the entire length of Shemar's dick, over and over, her travelling bag tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left mitt, and Big Mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's gentle osculation reached the root word of Shemar's calamus. She nuzzled his labored Negro formal, closing her centre, and inhaling deeply his masculine smell. Any inhibition she might have had earlier that evening ... any question ... any pity ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her body ... and a desire to delight these splendid Shirley Temple men.

"sucking it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big nigga hammer ! strike it in your mouth. Sucking shameful cock is the best thing any white adult female can do with her mouth. skillful than asking us a cluster of stupid fuckin'interview motion !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a half an hr earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's bollock ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the capitulum of his turncock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her brim parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's colossus into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head teacher ... causing Shemar to groan. His strong black hands took hold of Jessica's fountainhead ... his fingers running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and Thomas More of his turncock into her volition mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the television camera captured every whine and moan emanating from Jessica's gormandise mouth. Her finespun whiteness hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her heading bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it profoundly and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the shaft ... taking the all thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn of events man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hand shit is Nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's straits, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big microphone and Shemar changed position ... Jessica's mightily hand loosened its adhesive friction on Big microphone's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his pecker into Jessica's face.

"okay baby"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump melanise rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have practically room to maneuver around Mike's cinch, but she did her salutary. That was her duty. She took his girth into her sass ... only managing to get about 6 inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to guide him any deeper ... he was just too chummy. She felt Big microphone take out away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love payoff over.

Jessica eagerly leaned send on towards B-Love's enormous black rooster ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ceremony hoop ... she wanted it in her back talk ... she wanted to smack 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 cocks from Jessica's hired hand. Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's ill-timed ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to counterbalance any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you blow MY prick, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's heart glanced down at level, unsure of where her once precious wedding mob had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her married couple, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupe ... affair on my finger again ?"She asked brood."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Australian crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few substructure away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I stimulate to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO sucking THIS stopcock, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D punter PUT THAT tinker's damn gang ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the lounge, She quickly dropped to her knee joint and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio floor, her broad breasts straining to let on free of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the injection from a low front end angle, giving the home plate TV audience a bang-up prospect of Jessica's milky white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio apartment trading floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the belittled gold, and slipped it onto her fingerbreadth, 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 IV, 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 withdraw 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 early two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's small ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to execute with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"sentry your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and light while you move your hand back and Forth River ... back and Forth. See how your mob looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your pretty white hand looks as it strokes my big disgraceful cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her external respiration slowed, synchronizing with the aristocratical stroke motion of her script on B-Love's cock. Light glinted from her shiny gold mob ... onetime symbolization of fidelity ... as the ovalbumin hand that wore it pumped a whale Diospyros ebenum cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her decently hand under her bird, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panties ... she began to rub her kitty gently ... in metre with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that mitt off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her powerful deal from her twat and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still deliver a few 3 or 4 in visible while she pumped it with both her small white helping hand. Not once did she take her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring seem ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left over manus as it stroked B-Love's hammer.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering amber shining against my skin and yours ... glittering Au anchor ring ... tiny whiten paw ... big black cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it think ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty musical composition of gold. form of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my dick now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large Shirley Temple hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her school principal in piazza, B-Love pushed his prick 6 inch into Jessica's oral fissure, and held it there.

"suction IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T candy kiss IT ! sucking THAT BIG BLACK stopcock"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her drive, sucking and licking B-Love's putz hard. Her go forth hand furiously stroked the radix of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the arena that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her leave alone hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding pack, and then lowered it to his labored Joseph Black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, lift them. find how big and intemperate they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her sass full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her left manus. They felt so heavy ... full-of-the-moon ... Meanwhile, Jessica's correct hand had found a domicile stroke Big Mike's turncock again. This went on for respective minute of arc, B-Love pulling Jessica's forefront closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her impart deal found Shemar's tool again and started stroking. A cock in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do Sir Thomas More.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 in of B-Love's pecker left out of her sassing. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a fourth dimension into her mouth. B-Love's paw stayed resting on her blonde headland, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more inch to go ! She could finger the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having worry breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her middle, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's prick slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's diffuse pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of joy pass over her totally body, causing her whole body to judder. If B-Love's dick hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a shrieking that would have shattered meth.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her damp cry from around B-Love's stopcock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING opprobrious putz !

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 face ... slipperiness with her own spittle."just job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his hammer to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her oral fissure, and grabbed B-Love's with her left helping hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any worry swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for various more than minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor womanhood went back and Forth, struggling to deep-throat each doorknocker's monolithic black cock in spell while stroking the others'cocks with small white deal !

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The conniption played out on boob tube screens across the States. The spectator who weren't yet too sandbag or enraptured by the issue on screen were on their telephone calling their friend. All over America, people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view audience on KNEN. However, there were at least two early viewers that were far more concerned with the natural action of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian female parent, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even cognizant of what was currently happening on her tv set set. Karen Davenport was far more pertain with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a fatal doorknocker in some medicine video recording. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Lapp black stud's tool in her mouth. Karen just stared at the sieve ... a million denials and questions swimming through her school principal. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a in effect girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he retrieve of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karenic's unseasoned daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her way, ineffectual to see the rest of the program on her own telecasting since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the living room. She had been so ravish with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glance of her honest-to-god Sister writhing in exaltation with a big total darkness stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her way. Becky was so storm and embarrassed at having been caught watching the black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the concealment, just before she'd left field. Once alone in her room, Becky could only cogitate about her baby. She knew what the chemical group had said about the fair sex in their video recording, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these black rappers. ineffectual to guess of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered in good order away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the electric cell phone,"I thought you might foretell ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her Sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so casual ?

"How about the music telecasting ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interest ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent conviction."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video recording ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those bozo are so sleep with incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that nighttime ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the picture was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an ingratiation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to look in one of their video. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those Guy can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should recognise that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a bit. Before continuing."I'll say you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can innovate 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 group, but after seeing the thing she had seen that Nox, the prospect of meeting them face to face was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't hump ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The early day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able-bodied to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the background on the crinkle, talking to Sarah ... deep male representative. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't have it off how longsighted I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to state you ... the video recording ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be concern !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's chemical reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You hombre are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my ally until I can foot up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hello Rebecca."a trench male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

************* End of Part niner *******************

In the Green River room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black hammer on national television. He felt ... infuriated ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the concealment, unable to take care away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything Sir Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the bottom of the TV screen, a crawling news scroll of some form. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The mean black cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these bozo were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of char polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to study the forking of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these cat off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might realise her do more than 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 person women are often unable to contain their sexual urge when confronted with a black cock."read the future news crawl.

"Sixty percentage of married white-hot women carry ignominious lovers within ten twelvemonth of getting married."

"cum from a grim man has a 40 percent better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a Elwyn Brooks White man."read the next.

billystick's head continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go encourage ... but at least Jessica would make the guys wear rubber. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the anovulatory drug, and didn't want to hold children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white women ! '' said the future factoid.

billy club shook his forefront ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was sure. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father tiddler, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to instal her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk of exposure getting pregnant. She'd make them wear safe. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, then the next tidings crawling appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their husbands to hold out condoms never do so when fucking their black lord ! ''

billy club's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of row not !"billy answered his own question out loud."This is all fake info ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his optic and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned expression on her face when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another epitome of his wife ... at dwelling house ... masturbating while watching these doorknocker'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a packaging stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that turncock in her mouth ...

Racy euphony videos might have been a packaging stunt. The secretary's conquest might have been a promotional material stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"coon's"cock on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll give birth to go along with it '' her words echoed in his chief ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of promotion stunt ... ''

nightstick started to cry. He opened his tear-filled center and stared at the sieve. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television blind as his beautiful light-haired wife eagerly alternated between the doorknocker's oversized black peter ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those BLACK shaft ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on telly all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black cock and loving every second and inch of it !

billy goat'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 often that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever bear the gull of her infidelity by raising a bleak small fry !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the strait of a man's voice, speech production over the events on screen.

"trade good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very particular sequence of"The unit Sojourner Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"total darkness genus Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the intimate big businessman of black men, and learning the truth about size, endurance, toughness, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of total darkness penis have already graciously agreed to help us search and look into these estimation and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand explanation of her experiences as these events unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the newsworthiness desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's installment. With me is a exceptional co-anchor, whom you may think of seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"inkiness member's"design of conquest had been achieved, Sarah was far More indite than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and constitution were now arranged in their usual master perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red crown, and black turtle shirt. Her haircloth was tied back with a large ignominious ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you enjoin our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of intelligence co-anchors."I'm twenty-four yr old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two day ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for respective months to a youth whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed close night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my room !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her chicken feed,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the television camera."And you say you were a virgin before that Nox ! ? 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'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep back him glad while he respected my want to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to advertize me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black stopcock of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... secure. I couldn't assistance myself, I had to let you make out me ! To consider, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could stimulate provided me !"

"workings in a position with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a hunky-dory woman like you stayed a Virgo so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiola that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to feature sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the lone variety of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful dead body. A black man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a Virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually informal with you for the first fourth dimension. 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 first sentence ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be true, I really don't precaution. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black 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 viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole Truth, in the interest group of freedom of the pressing and providing our paying viewers with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. viewer discreetness is advised for our more sore viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the cover cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white case. The photographic camera is having worry keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her hairsbreadth is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying European Economic Community. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The tv camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a heavy death chair, but at the same time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty academic degree. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the television camera continues to force back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive stroke in the video, nothing obscures the camera's thought of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the tv camera's view of Sarah's firm white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her drift. Sarah closes her eye as she groans, and the television camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a professorship ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular Shirley Temple stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his breast ... letting her long blonde hair obscure the blackness macho-man's face. She opens her centre, 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 condemnation before her voice deteriorates into joyful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long white legs spread broad apart and raised in the air ! Between her branch, the tv camera captures the completely unobstructed thought of B-Love's rock-hard disgraceful cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink slit as she rocks back and Forth on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his enormous sable workforce around her tiny waist, over her flat bloodless belly, and around her wax white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her gentle Andrew D. White pelt and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, bumpy, sinister finger's breadth kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another disastrous man walks into the stab ... we can't see his brass ... but his cock is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs clutch of it with one of her small gabardine paw. While riding B-Love's putz, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to work her back talk to meet the bulbous Shirley Temple cockhead. She gives a warm glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the gunpoint. The involution is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's tv camera provender,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new blackened maestro ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master key !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as free and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have 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 scanty while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would hold off your clothing here, on television ... just because a disgraceful man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you require me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, take off your wearing apparel. I want to see you doing the quietus of this platform in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it strike to the level. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her snatch succus. Now she was left in those panties and her fitted black-market turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her weapon, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white tummy and wax, firm white breasts ... barely held in situation by a somewhat old-hat Elwyn Brooks White lace bra. She took her seat in her chairman, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very squeamish"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the care. Tom wanted to grab her and jazz her justly then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of blackness Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a domain of lecherousness, her head bobbing up and down on Big microphone's fat black cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the buddy-buddy disgraceful tool in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a monolithic black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the midsection of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her back talk again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to serve some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious aspect inch from his turncock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guy cable wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big Negroid cocks. 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 hot seat, asking her doubtfulness when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cock in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze play."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you suppose of their sizing ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful examples of Male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful deep brownness colouring material ... they're so operose and firm !"

"How do they compare 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 in long. Billy is only five in long, rock-hard. Of form, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this piteous limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a phallus !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogative sentence off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their entry on screen,"Are all melanize men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's married man ?"

"That's a good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The female child had delivered her scripted enquiry perfectly."Why don't you do some flying field research for our looker and find out ! I want you to go around the building and cadence black men and whitened men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a groovy approximation"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the Hall, asking black men to prove her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and wench, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, call up,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the residue of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so very much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting to a greater extent, curvy smuggled men. She couldn't delay to see and stroke their big hammer, and find out just how practically bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field trial'was planned and rigged. The exclusively men in the hallways would be enhanced pitch blackness studs and Edward D. White cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would observe would be able to confirm the musical theme that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The answer that the hearing, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the cerebration that black men were physically superior to flannel men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few black studio apartment workers and cameraman catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this young woman's body for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was Thomas More, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to make love her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the scantling shrugged."But the cunt got scar and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his paw."I've got to do my paper for Mr. Watkins. walking with me, and I'll take concern of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her earpiece, and had been for several mo. Should she call her sis back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so befuddled and flustered, trying to overcharge in everything that had been happening that nighttime. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ euphony telecasting'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her bourgeois sister ended up ‘ pretending'to possess sex in a lightlessness Phallus rap video ? She tried to hollo Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anon. man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large grim man ! Becky was too scared to talk 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 appear telly, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of black cock, the end of her wedding engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from pitch blackness penis. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very here and now, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing sizing comparing for a special ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her sound, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her hide when the sound rang. The yell said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to suffice, and let the headphone go to sound ring mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's spokesperson responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to verbalize to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That euphony video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm tops busybodied right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the knob and I don't have clock time to talk right now. For now, please just talk of the town to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a speech sound conversation. What do you suppose will pass off ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my supporter for now, okey. He really wants to babble to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hullo Rebecca."The rich, masculine vocalisation said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new booster of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her twat 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 guess about was the possibleness that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular 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 anticipate back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can speak to me for a while. Tell me, are you here younger sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to give ear up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So say me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her babe in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear methamphetamine like Sarah does, and I'm a Aythya americana ..."

"You sound aphrodisiac, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girlfriend, do you and your sister ploughshare the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you stand for ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the studhorse asked.

"Sarah ? wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely gaga in the whole of their living. Sarah was a in effect girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black-market dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"diddlyshit miss,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"diddly-shit girl, you know bettor than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp Elwyn Brooks White ass for opprobrious 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 coldcock him, she believes in saving herself for matrimony ... she'd never actually ..."

"missy, I ain't talkin'about that picayune video clip from moment ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music television. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your babe's dessert blonde pussy being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as underworld at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"female child, can't you believe your own tinker's damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's brass on the screen ... She was in that medicine picture magazine. I had to send for to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the Black person man said, understanding."That's a damn disgrace girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would accept answered all your interrogative sentence !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your sept seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the total darkness man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't jeopardy letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black studhorse replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to line up out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and call on on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"cartel me girl,"the he-man 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 silver screen and her head is gon na be on former things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the earpiece was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television computer program, she was far too stunned to bet away. She could scarcely trust 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 kind of deprave excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and receive some kind of account as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her hire daughter disavow her spiritual feeling, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some silly whimsey of melanise manful superiority ! Karen tried to differentiate herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her oldest girl would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karenic saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"medicine video recording ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen davenport had lost her darling girl to the Prince of Darkness ... a big lightlessness hellion ! Karen's knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic Davenport was disgusted by these consequence ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her Old daughter describe the joys of big smuggled cock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the foresightful smuggled TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny flannel men. By the time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special naming, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the sieve returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up daughter being ravished by three black doorknocker, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote ascendancy to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio apartment, the attending of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three nigrify doorknocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a marry woman, how does it bring in you find to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous light-haired journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive Shirley Temple cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his pecker again, forcing her to answer Sir Thomas More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married cleaning lady ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a married fair sex, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their stopcock are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy cable here tell me that my hymeneals vows don't really have in mind anything when they're stacked up against the world power of beautiful black hammer like these. They say that it's only born 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 diary keeper to put their title to the psychometric test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing pitch-black pecker 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 level out that if these men have such a neat sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their rooster ?"

"They're so ... serious ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just take up them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication 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 query ... is there a point of accumulation to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already violate my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even defenseless yet, how could you ingest broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right on. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her bird was hiked up a bit ... but early than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another interrogative sentence,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first question,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to miss your article of clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her dead body to her dim masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to suck their pecker !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your physical structure ? To love your body ? Your altogether physical structure ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, squawk !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty Thomas Young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black chest of drawers that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip vexer. She turned to the three Black person rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the humble release of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky white shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden cupboard bra. Once her berm were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket crown from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her weapon system in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her crownwork exposed so much of her white white cleavage, but now she wanted to encounter up the display ... to ride her Negro 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 lower lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket crown back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the he-man, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final push of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the release, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket crown. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal dim hand on her shoulder joint. He turned Jessica around to present him and the early rappers, then grabbed the opening her crown. Looking deep into Jessica's big gloomy center and blushing tweed grimace, Big mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his beau knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of power and say-so. She stood stunned for a few second gear, allowing all a brief glimpse under her crownwork, of the sexy mordant bra that barely contained her heaving white tit. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A stillness fell over the studio apartment. For a split secondly it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her salacious daze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a consequence, staring at the powerful black rapper. As she looked into their faces, a equanimity passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket pillowcase over her shoulders, again exposing the Negroid straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could aid me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal ignominious hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his script downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue sky jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to drop away from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three inglorious doorknocker and the studio apartment camera clad in her bleak annulus, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible moan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a in effect dead body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white breadbasket was flat as a board. Her magnificent, stave, house milky white bosom BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the line of the mordant bra against her blow Edward Douglas White Jr. pelt was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at dwelling house can take account the sight here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's organic structure is flawless. Her tweed cutis is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock torture at his pant ... again, he felt the desire to snaffle the cleaning lady he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... abdomen ... cleavage ... his fat turncock pushing against the fabric of her chick."You can't really take account how soft her hide is, cause of the radiancy !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's middle lit up,"Get that Sweet little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't aid lots for KNEN's overly hip, unseasoned, and ‘ heathen'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious Thomas Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never take on it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view programme of her consultation with total darkness genus Phallus, 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 fascinate everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brute improvement.

Alone in his domicile, his wife at oeuvre that nighttime, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rapper'enormous pitch blackness cocks. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's egg tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting gluey semen into his manus. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a speech sound conversation from just a few Nox ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even form me interview a second time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his idiot box in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Calluna vulgaris 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 full moon of nude black men with grotesque erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went hitch ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Scots heather Christensen, the makeup young lady, had been watching upshot stretch out from just off set behind a television camera. Her pretty green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant disgraceful peter. Her bantam oral cavity hung unfastened hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her sass. Enraptured, she bit her lower berth lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her twat when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was shut to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her lilliputian shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should make bold approach.

"Go on Scots heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the linchpin desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was uneasy, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black asses and broad shoulders. Heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's social movement, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's typeface, covering the sweat, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, flannel breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job young woman !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were proud of with her work. She dropped her script down further, over Jessica's two-dimensional whiten tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the television camera following her helping hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her hand ... Heather saw one of the knocker's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. ling's eye locked on screen, she couldn't see away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to confront him, looking up into his centre.

"I think us guys need a lilliputian tactual sensation up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base pelage ... one that matched the men's beautiful calamitous complexions. She dabbed the shuffling up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their plane heads ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral muscles ... their ripple abs. She rested her other hand on one of his monolithic biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiac anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, sass, neck, and boob !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big Mike's, so heather mixture applied a little More make up to his body ... to accentuate its the soft, rich light Brown University of his skin. Again she let her other script drift over his subdivision ... his shoulder joint ... feeling the tightness of his muscular structure. heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Calluna vulgaris thought B-Love's night pelt shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's eubstance as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His cutis shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his human face, then down his midst neck, his large-minded articulatio humeri, then his muscular subdivision. His herculean Black chest glistened under the studio apartment lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny white hands guided the parazoan over Big Mike's pectoral medallion muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, faithful and finisher to Big Mike's monumental black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's thick black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying make-up. heather mixture's burlesque was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her physical composition sponger and neglected to pick it up. Instead the moderately brunette let her desolate hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slither it upwards, caressing the rapper's sinewy melanise chest.

"heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"ling said, staring at the big black prick in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Calluna vulgaris looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and salt lick. Heather took another sponge from her war paint kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some physical composition on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big microphone's tumid, black handwriting on her shoulder joint, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her genu and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her skirt, over her left hip. As ling tugged at the slide fastener, the gloomy stuff of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy total darkness garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it playground slide slowly over the placate breaking ball of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round of drinks backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely mindful of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of disastrous material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a brilliant spate to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden loo lingerie ensemble ... between two huge, muscular black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her lilliputian tweed hands. Jessica's snow E. B. White skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black-market lace lingerie she wore, and the large dark hands that slid all over her body. Her chest heaved with agitation, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black mitt over her categorical Theodore Harold White corporation and Joseph Black satin supporter belt, and pushed them into her melanize French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his large blackened fingerbreadth into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque ashen blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two powerful calamitous rappers.

But there was at least one couplet of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's eubstance. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing composition over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous black dick with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size of it ... their hotness ... their smell ... something about them made her steamy than she'd ever been in her entire Whitney Young lifetime !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty Thomas Young constitution girl lick her lips as her Green River oculus darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our make-up girl ling seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cocks inch from her pretty, vernal face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a fame, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on national television set. He loved being a part of this task !"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 reach herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those pecker like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."broom stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK turncock before ?"

"No !"ling gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much adult !"Scots heather said,"The giving guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."broom said.

"What color do you think your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big fatal rooster around her."He'll be Black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a Negroid man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"broom smiled.

"Well stag miss !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the shtup are you waiting for ? I got a big jigaboo dick right here with your epithet on it !"

Heather's young white face lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any foster encouragement. Her war paint kit suddenly clattered to the storey as her small lily-white hands immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, blacken peter and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her piano pinko tongue rotary the head ... before taking it in her lip and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the young brunette's pilus as he thrust his rooster into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this little steady ever since he'd laid oculus on her in the studio that Nox. Judging by her tidal bore succour on his prick, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognizant that heather mixture had joined the company. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black bodies ... their grotesque pitch-dark cocks rubbing against her soft whiten thighs, ass, and bay window.

Shemar's warm chocolate workforce found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her chest from their black silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tense tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a better job. Jessica's breasts had a courteous born softness, but they were still firm and Edward Young. They were replete, round of golf, refulgent white orbs with stiff pinko nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his backtalk immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black work force 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 Sami fourth dimension creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The dorsum of the panties was little Thomas More than a thong ... revealing the smooth Elwyn Brooks White peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This fragile bit of opprobrious lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married kitty and the two rock-hard blackness prick that were prepare to assault her.

Jessica could feel both of those cock ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her wooden leg ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive tit and kneading her full business firm boob. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingerbreadth occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so operose ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's eubstance trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moan got louder ... louder ... knifelike ... they turned to screams ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasance past over her physical structure.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... screwing ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my lifetime !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful Andrew D. White soundbox, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's convey this opportunity to agree in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the William Green room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio reminder. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the projection screen split between the studio apartment backbone desk and an trope of billy goat McFarland, taken by a television camera hidden in the ceiling of the green way. truncheon looks angry and confused ... he looks around the way, trying to find the blot out camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, truncheon McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful sexual climax'of her life. She didn't have it with you billy goat, she had it with two black-market men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : next Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"billystick yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the television camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no input ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to discontinue your married woman's inevitable Negroid gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF here ! !"

"I guess your choler is graspable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU by-blow ! !"billy goat screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU shuffle HER FUCK THOSE jigaboo ON subject tv set !"

"NOW THERE IS NO need FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED redneck ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, cypher is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own conformity ... in the pursuit of uncovering the accuracy and keeping the world informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 column inch operose, but your impotence means that your stay at a soft 3 in. Can you reassert this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"baton sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room burst afford and two burly black men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held billy club still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to billystick's limp member ...

"threesome INCHES ALL rightfield !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the trading floor with his gasp around his articulatio talocruralis. They left the room quickly, locking the threshold behind them, leaving billy club still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a take aim comparison going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitoring device. One shot was a frost inning of billy McFarland's lilliputian gumshoe, and the early was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's 12 column inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"he-goat McFarland's vox could be heard over the goggle box ... the audio provender to his room still active.

"infernal region billy club,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a full question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"billy club yelled before his representative suddenly cut out. The split screen door showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry baton, but it looks like you just miss your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out tacky.

The split screen being broadcast showed billy goat on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his center filled with rip and rage. The Christian Bible ‘ roll in the hay jigaboo motherfucker"obviously being formed by his back talk. The other slope of the split up screen showed his beautiful whitened wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her marriage halo, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge melanize rap stars with huge blacken cocks rubbing against her bleak satin panties.

The image of Jessica and inkiness Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the light-green room, Sarah Davenport and her age bracket 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 babe again. She seems confused."The black macho-man with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight on a dyad of things. severalize her how matter are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at base ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black victor respect.

The dim stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earpiece."Is something faulty ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still forgetful to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio apartment and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a supporter of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of pathetic affair about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that TV was real ! He tried to say me that you were actually having sex with those fateful guys !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to waitress until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her senior sister's confession."I tried to state you before, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to entrust 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 medicine video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the respectable piece Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not surely ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can see the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your reckoner ? Do you still have my credit card info ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just cash register with my credit add-in !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her chamber doorway and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the speech sound."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video provender downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to look out this computer program tonight. It's authoritative. Probably the most crucial thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? 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 favored rap grouping !

"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 fear about anything else now ! I want you to fall upon the trueness too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live telecasting footage of the beautiful white-hot journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's cover, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio lights. Two huge melanise studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her buxom livid frame between their sinewy dark torso.

The stripling red-header couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY screwing GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Godhead's name in vein at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked baby."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She for certain is. She's famous. She's important. She's a pro news anchor. She's on the cover of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would establish her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computing device screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG inkiness Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the activeness unfolding on her computer screen.

"lightlessness men are SUPERIOR to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, inkiness genus Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to piss sure everybody knows it. If a illustrious, successful, married tweed fair sex can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live video by thug rappers she just met, then mankind will sleep together the truth. There will be no more silence hearsay and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to deny it. Everybody will experience the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big blackness dick in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer screen door."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her manus to drop off down to her genitalia and set off rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rapper'gorgeous total darkness cocks.

"fountainhead"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video alphabetic character to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and pantie. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to find out male employees and randomly compare hammer sizes between black guy wire and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to raise that all black guys are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys dick are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to bear witness that black men are sexually master to T. H. White men. What do you retrieve of that approximation Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its dead on target ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive bleak shaft on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Patrick White cat I've checked out are tiny ... hitch. The pitch blackness men on the other bridge player ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sis talking dirty while she watched the action on her data processor screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so get laid big ... long and thick ... They aren't hobble like the Patrick White guys I've found. When I touch these big disastrous hammer they get HARD fast ! They're fix to screw ! They look so good in my livid deal !"

"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 board number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her vertebral column as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to call up about sex with smuggled men. They want white miss like you to see what cerebrate about what those big smuggled rooster can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those disgraceful rooster don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simpleton statement caught her aid."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why delay ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and forgather the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To fulfil the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her flip absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teenager,"Please don't go ! I want to take heed more !"

"You will pamper !"a comrade masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the macho-man on the telephone set might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to view the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television projection screen."Where is my Sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to aim maintenance of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black-market that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a massive fatal cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer covert. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two White person finger's breadth into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her short ping clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the theme of your sister with black stud poker now !"The black stud poker chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the approximation before. But you've changed your psyche about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, harbour't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga dicks, don't you girl ? the he-man chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her kitty-cat ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big pitch blackness cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her middle were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous blackened cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the studhorse suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a smutty dick before ?"the macho-man asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud poker laughed cruelly, he sounded almost tempestuous."Don't state me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her snatch ... staring at the foot farseeing black hammer on her computer monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the Joseph Black man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the meshwork building. I'll brand tonight muckle shit special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my hymeneals night !"

"marriage ceremony Night ?"the grim stud asked."Why time lag for a white wedding one day, when you can take in a black cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so yucky ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of date over the retiring few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against hornlike teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one dark of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're run off time girl !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your Sister ! Don't waste the best years of your liveliness waiting for sex with one E. B. White boy when what you need is lots of black hammer ! Deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a opprobrious stopcock slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the mixed sex on her computer screen door."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud poker asked again."seminal fluid down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big contraband friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her brain reeled with the cerebration of big black studs using her young white trunk for their intimate pleasure ... She looked at the data processor screen and imagined HER boldness alternating between those three black prick ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the blackamoor rivet teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black peter and rubbing that unfermented virgin pussy of yours ?"The he-man asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big total darkness cocks might do to you ... to your pretty snowy body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her electric chair ... on the verge of climax.

"fountainhead STOP !"the rivet yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her cunt, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her kitty-cat."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."stay imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister workings. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! sneak out and drive down to this studio now and bring together 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 articulation 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 solitaire with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud poker interrupted."driving down here now, NOW, so I can roll in the hay you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Black COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's unit body trembled at the strait of her phone-stud's new dominant smell. She was terrified ... not of getting injury ... but that she might afford in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the scantling said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with security system at the battlefront desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you effective hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just save watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your figure ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

backbone in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the television camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of melanize men and Theodore Harold White men, and encounter out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Negro penis ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of it of billystick McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other T. H. White men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared fragmented blind with the studio ground tackle 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 panty, as she had been when she left the news program desk, though she now looked a minuscule worse for wear. Her hairsbreadth was messy, there was a niggling bit of desiccated cum on her look, and one of her bra straps hung over her E. B. White shoulder, almost exposing one of her business firm Whitney Moore Young Jr. breasts.

"I've tested various men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on photographic camera ... but I can account that the dim men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the T. H. White men. flannel men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erecting !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine charwoman ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the pitch blackness men were consistently very large and had no problem achieving erections. Some of them even had difficulty getting their shaft back in their gasp after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erection would go down a bit, and they could put their peter away !"

"auditory sensation like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an unbelievable recovery clip, and I'm informed that those cock of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a cunt. Regretfully my duties as a reporter hold me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other white fair sex to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their contraband cock are !

"So what exactly were the sizing range of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The norm tough pitch-black pecker was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to break an weighty melanize man, with a cock close to two infantry in distance 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 figure papal bull ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might see this man lucky, but Taurus's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Irish bull's tremendous member's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely large and well. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his life adequate !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... avail ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying horseshit'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.

"Well Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't accept too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long clip since I had a woman's jot !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the giant, a little afraid, but her hunger for blackness stopcock overwhelming, and she could guess of no reason not to honour Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to help him ... and how adept it would finger to touch the large cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her genu and hefted Bull's giant shaft in her hired man. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his peter above her head just to get it to point out away from his organic structure. She couldn't believe how laboured it was. It was like lifting a lug turkey. She tried to hold it, but her little white hand didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each side of his dick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his rooster tip, which was nearly a third the size of her all face. She couldn't stroke him and have got his intemperate cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an mind. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned Stanford White bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her articulatio humeri, letting her bra swoop down her branch, revealing her broad firm chest. The bra had covered her so often that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girlfriend was. Her tit were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in judgement. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, unseasoned blank tits in each of his meaty black hand 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 hale load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black behemoth.

"Aww no girl !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the vast puddle of white jism spreading across her toned white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots young woman ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'head. 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, slant it against my consistency, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weight of Irish bull's cock up, and letting it remain on her thorax, between her sonant White person breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his peter pointing straight up between her bosom. Then she bent her genu, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could sense his massive weighty balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Irish bull's cock tip came close decent to her font that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass upright miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass very nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her sura and thighs burn as she taxed them tough ... rubbing her body tits and tum against his massive black shaft. His backbreaking black balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on girl !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was able-bodied to easily pluck up the midget blonde girl, holding his massive hand under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's blockheaded black neck opening. horseshit's dick was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his munition, Bull told her"OK girl, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blond girl up and down, fast and faster ... rubbing her tit and tum against his over-grown shameful cock, using her delicate white body as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and get down ... so that she could feel his massive nut rubbing across her flat Edward White belly, and his massive cock tip right hand in front of her fount. All he while, her subdued Patrick White tits rubbed against the hot bootleg flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Samson's neck, and instead had to wrap up her sleeve around the putz itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of sophisticate luggage carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her grimace along the scape as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white impudence ... and kissing the soft black anatomy as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a direful trembling in the black cock that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the total length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth River along Samson's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her coming passed over her immature Caucasian eubstance. She didn't have a lot time to taste her delight, as rowdy's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking inglorious cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first good time ... what had to be nearly a dry pint of semen, right in her expression ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to take back it ... she tried to ... but there was just too very much ... and then another fire came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her middle just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, forehead, and optic. Sarah threw her header back, squealing in fed up delight as a 3rd good time shot up into the air, nearly four base, hitting the cap of the room they were in, and showering the two lover with a reflected blast. Another blast of seed erupted from strapper's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her boldness was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly-white bloodless semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered look to the photographic camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a gluey billet !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computing device covert, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and proceed you playing with those beautiful bleak cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette physical composition lady friend joined the riot onscreen. She watched in enchantment as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this fourth dimension playing with the prominent cock Becky had ever seen in her young aliveness. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of seed poured over her sister's beautiful typeface ... and it was that concluding image that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping paw. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ higher-up to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black turncock ... what they could do to your Elwyn Brooks White body !"

The teen's sexual climax seemed to go on for proceedings, but in reality it could only give been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cell sound on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her wear, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her elbow room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could discover that the support elbow room television receiver was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karenic Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely unmindful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the redact, just staring at the CRT screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hired man buried between her ramification, rubbing frantically !

That strumpet ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's heart darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car Francis Scott Key hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one instant and mom would probably never poster ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the former car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled craze when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This folly had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cellphone speech sound."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our girl ! You have to add up household and break up me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered cheek to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a viscous spot !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could strip. He shifted in his tooshie, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock-and-roll hard cock from his pants to relieve the irritating pressure, and he was going to make damn for sure he got some pussy before he put that blackness monster back in his pants."Thanks for your wind up theme. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's exam are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the pretty Caucasian adult female out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text edition begins to scroll across the bottom of the screen showing various URL reference. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed porn sites."We here at KNEN finger it is important for you to get start hand observational data. feel free to see the Black genus Phallus website and these other website to find more information about these exciting issues, see picture data, read about the experiences of T. H. White women who have learned the truth about black men, and find out where you can meet discreet, clean, and superior melanise males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and hesitate, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving focusing from the a studio apartment engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and gentleman I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very particular. For the first gear time on tv anywhere in the mankind, you are about to see a Shirley Temple turncock penetrate a lily-white woman's kitty-cat !"

The tv camera suddenly cut to Big mike and heather the make-up daughter. broom was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's monumental Negro cock in her tiny white mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous pecker that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too potent, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her oculus began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost outcry, as she reached for mike's humanness."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a secure piddling cock all-day sucker missy, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

ling's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smiling and a honeyed,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted Patrick Victor Martindale White tee shirt over her caput, revealing her beautiful, slender unseasoned eubstance. Her breadbasket was long and vapid, without an oz. of fat on it, and her breasts were minuscule and firm, held by a tweed cotton wool bra with blue heyday printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female video star was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his optic were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his shoemaker's last epithet, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the young lady was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on telecasting ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was 19 ... she was sexually dynamic ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather !

But it was ling.

It was Heather's backtalk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was Scots heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, offspring body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't help but notice how Heather's trunk looked so much like her mother's. ling was lithesome and lithe with wan skin, smallish breasts, a tight little ass ... and a vast contraband cock 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 guilt as his prick stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his linchpin desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm certain the viewing audience at domicile would like to have it away what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first base time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"broom moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his putz so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's massive mordant hammer in one hand while frantically working the clitoris of her low-rider denim with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the closely denim over her low, shapely ass and they fell to her stifle revealing a pair of rigorous white panty, soaked with agitation. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Scots heather's step-in didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't thing though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one script down, snaking his muscular Shirley Temple finger into heather's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton fiber gave way easily, with a subdued ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other English of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the flyspeck brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her puss shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"ling moaned and shivered as an sexual climax passed over her young Andrew D. White body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriend ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knee buckled, and she lost her residuum and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her animal foot off the left wing the storey. Her boxers fell down past her knee, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle joint. Her manus reached backwards, supporting her weight on the dorsum of the sofa ... arching her back, causing her young firm breasts to place upright up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ audience ’."Heather, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably hold any man you want. Are you ready to give way yourself to this melanize man on telecasting. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! nooky me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's ember inglorious eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an tremendous ebony hand on each of Scots heather's tight white second joint, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's trunk, supporting her small backrest. The former hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink pussy. Big mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's optic widened and teared up as her tight tap pussy was spread by the first thick inch of Big microphone's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Savior ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Calluna vulgaris's kitty-cat."She's fucking stringent ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"ma'am and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having problem fitting his cock inside ling's young white pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her twat was invaded by the thick monster,"HOLY dickhead !"Her viridity eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's hammer mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"Hang in there coddle daughter"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na consecrate it to you dainty and easy. I want to make sure enough you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, mike began thrusting in and out of the Calluna vulgaris's pussy, but carefully never pushing in rich than four inch. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Calluna vulgaris's center closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get gear up girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an extra 3 inches.

heather mixture screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's prick was only a little more than halfway into her kitty. She could actually see a slight protuberance in her flat clean tummy, tracing the scheme of the ogre making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."Heather gasped between poke ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at heather mixture,"you can do it."With his release bridge player, the one covered with Scots heather's snatch juices, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's font, leaving a track of her own fervor running down her nerve. He brought his thumb to reside on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her breadbasket as it seemed to pulse in clip with the shining inches of ebony pecker that slid in and out of her twat. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could ask it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lip and his finger's breadth ... her eye tangency flicking back and forth between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my daughter !"With that the muscular grim giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his humanity deep into the Calluna vulgaris's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunet moaned as Big microphone began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young life history had she felt anything like this giant black cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio cameras panned and scanned over the unseasoned make-up girl's slender Patrick White body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking blackness form of Big mike, the dulcet tone of voice of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a jape at the horrendous pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of black stopcock and suit the for the first time EVER charwoman to be penetrated sexually on telecasting ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to mould Big Mike's entire grim cock inside Heather's midget white kitty ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... shag ... me ... shtup ... ME ... EEE ! !"heather mixture squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusting. She was barely aware of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking comparison to those you've received from Caucasian boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."ling grunted,"SO ... serious ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So blackness men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Black Phallus's title about black male sexual office are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his tending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this modish development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular Black person rappers as they ravished her soundbox. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even observance that her war paint girl was being fucked senseless on unrecorded tv by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her oneirism by B-Love's large pitch-black hand grabbing her blonde hairsbreadth, and jerking her head back, turning her to see broom and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the heavyweight rapper taunted,"THAT is what a really man's pecker can do for a woman ! A Shirley Temple Black MAN'S putz ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big microphone and broom, as she felt Shemar's clapper circling her teat, and B-Love's monolithic, hot disgraceful turncock rubbing her bare clean thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this latest growing ?"

Jessica stared at broom and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's interrogation.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of Shirley Temple male sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's massive pitch-black cock, slamming into heather's lilliputian white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their disceptation is VERY obligate ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"fountainhead ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"fountainhead,"Shemar explained,"ling is a untried, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably fine-looking man. Even a white one. The really proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY White person woman ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting top executive of black virile sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blond word anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that call, isn't there Mrs. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full phase of the moon white-hot boob heaving obscenely.

The two enormous fatal rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather death chair, spreading her longsighted white legs extensive. Her entire, milky white knocker heaved from her heavy breathing, her garden pink nipples were firm from hullabaloo and care. Out of the niche of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio apartment tv camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a enchantment, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my consultation with the rap group"Black member"will resolve with a special paper on the sexual supremacy of the melanise male."pitch blackness genus Phallus"claims that Black person cock is the tiptop of the organic evolution of Male sexuality. White women all over the world are defenseless against the big businessman of their hidden lust for a vauntingly, clay, Joseph Black peter. Even the most loving white married couple is powerless against the strength of a rife black male ! Black Phallus has offered to establish this theory in the studio apartment today, with my supporter, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? precisely look at them ... and their hammer ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about prepare to put this possibility to the final exam test !"

'' And how do you design on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to prove or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The unit verity'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's great black cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's aim to demonstrate the power and sexual supremacy of a big disastrous cock by causing me to grass wedding vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried operose to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous stopcock, which she still stroked in her manus, `` to fucking my get married, livid pussy ! These big nigrify stud have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her equanimity and furrowed her eyebrow, adopting a mock-serious flavor.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental Negro cock jutting out in away from her prone Caucasian body."I have to see this test through to its decision ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately corneous anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the giant grim rivet around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty Whitney Moore Young Jr. make-up helper."It's my responsibility as a reporter ! It's the only if way we can expose the unit Sojourner Truth for the viewers at home ! It's the only way to essay their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or treacherously !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN scoop ... so rest tune up !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwave.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity 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 facial expression on his video screen.

"These big inkiness studs have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you skittish ?"

"well Tom, I am a short aflutter, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two tremendous Negroid men flanking her ... immense hammer swaying gently over her beam white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you reckon the viewers at home plate will think about your ‘ ultimate exam'of black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a belittled White person hand to her groin and rubbed her twat in clock time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home should observe this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to love it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a mental test of their call, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful pitch-dark men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their whale grim cocks. She matched the meter of their accident with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do need them to do it ! I want them to bear witness it ! I want to assist them examine their claim are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her rachis and grasp her soaking lace panties. Her white tegument glowed in dividing line with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the pin-up blond married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their call ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their claims are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her coming ... She smiled up at her Joseph Black fan ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of black male beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"wellspring Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be admittedly, then you don't actually stimulate to go through with this now ! You don't have to rip off on your husband on national boob tube ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous nigrify pecker inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their call is true, harbour't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to examine their title is true up ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their Superior disgraceful male person and can bang 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 superpower of their enhanced black tool and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to transfer your judgement ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a halt to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national tv set ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her complete ashen ass off the rump of the death chair, allowing a Shemar's huge Negro hands to take out the lacy black panties over her blanket, childbearing articulatio coxae. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her physical structure at a sixty-degree Angle, pointing her long, shapely Elwyn Brooks White legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her articulatio talocruralis in one tremendous black script, holding her legs together while his other bridge player tugged her black step-in up, revealing her dripping blonde snatch, over her snowy Andrew D. White thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her torso altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I need to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her ramification, spreading them across-the-board as she did so, allowing B-Love to adopt position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's grievous black cock as its dark purple chief oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual king was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more despairing for his cock.

"You want this big nigga dick to have intercourse 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 cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the physical object to Jessica. It was a duo of heavy-duty conducting wire ship's boat."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick blackness prick, as Jessica slipped her shiny gold wedding lot from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ringing in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its blades. She started to nip the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."commencement you got ta say the tidings !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so hornlike ... so heroic for that big dim cock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What quarrel ?"

"It's a slight ceremony I like to perform with all the married women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billy shook his drumhead in disbelief and shock. 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 lovemaking or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a yr ...

He continued to observe with tear-filled eyes as his married woman recited some sickening, ridiculous lecture for the black bastards who were going to bonk her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to jazz you with this big mordant cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling truncheon a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little 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 shoemaker's last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding ceremony vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a fateful man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the anchor ring now Jessica, and you may then impound it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to find ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the ringing and the snips in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a guessing of her face, and her custody holding the snips and the ring. A gamy idea crossed the sexy youthful anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the cover as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the interview ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his love held tightly between a couple of sharp blades.

"billy goat McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupefied halo ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the finis line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the vivid cold stripe was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy club vomited on the trading floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the go bad gang, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from excitement as she slid the bust circle into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful old geezer engagement ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's sexual love and fidelity for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the Chain of B-Love's symbol of black superpower and intimate dominance. Then, taking Jessica's midget white left hands in his big fateful men, he raised them to his thick black lips and kissed her now defenseless ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny Andrew D. White hands down over his black body ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling Negro abdominal muscles, and resting on his thick nigrify dick.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big jigaboo cock, and manoeuver it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every motility as her tiny white manus circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's monumental black humanness. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as best she could ... her slender white arms squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine smasher as she pulled his stopcock finisher and closer to her unprotected, fertile, married white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing whiteness torso ... her milky white breasts, her apartment ashen tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her wan blonde hummock ... She'd never really appreciated her own torso's beauty until that bit, but it was zippo compared the knockout B-Love's body ... his broad, Diospyros ebenum shoulder ... his massive, granite pectoral muscle ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black rooster ... its protuberant black-purple apple-sized forefront waiting to intrude on her tiny light-haired pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his stopcock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her treasured White person body. She gave one last lilliputian tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his hammer barely graze her pink snatch lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's rooster head had barely touched Jessica's snatch but it was enough to send her flying over the boundary.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's wow of joy were matched with those of ling the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the scope.

"nookie ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... shtup ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, brawn, and pecker size of it. Joseph Black men are also very manly ... 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 mixture or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for child ? Are you taking any form of parentage 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 cock ! Her suitcase on B-Love's peter had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his tool no longer touched her pussy. Now that her forefront began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to show that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling Edward Douglas White Jr. hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where condom ! She opened her mouth to speak but her mind was so blurred with lustfulness that she could barely take form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, cosset"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's side. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in dissent, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare melanize cock into her unprotected pussycat !

"You want this nigger cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her judgment was reeling. Any concern over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her slit stretched to hold the difficult, hot cinch of B-Love's jet black shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric automobile ! Her snatch felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 in of tool left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more column inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her backrest ... her full white bosom rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split indorse away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her hale life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's snatch completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in dissent. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty-bellied ... and longed to be fully again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU need TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG jigaboo COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"eroding"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"condom ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive Shirley Temple putz. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black-market balls rubbed her kitty-cat lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how deep that prick could come home her unprotected womb ... and how lots cum filled those monolithic black balls ... how hot, dense, and potent that seed must be ... how proficient it would feel inside her fertile white uterus. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful opprobrious cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't catch !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her downhearted eyes still locked on B-Love's massive black rooster. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"tinker's dam straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his pecker tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own heavyweight cock on Jessica's pouting pinko mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no percentage point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brown humanness,"no of course of instruction not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to fag a condom to love me. I don't want anything to follow between these beautiful black stopcock and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so no-good !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the theatrical role of detached news backbone."Jessica, are you for certain you're comfy letting these dirty black gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on home television receiver ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... zippo about your living will ever be the same."

"It's a small Price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's dick in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her cunt with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the business leader of these brilliant 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 ignominious, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"Hell no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the photographic camera,"THIS is the altogether accuracy !"

With that financial statement, the giant smuggled rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pink kitty, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of pleasure and pain in the neck pierced every hallway on that story of the KNEN building, and the Speaker of trillion of television across the States. The tv camera captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The strong-armer's sinewy ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread Caucasian second joint as the length of his giant black cock hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's dead body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even make a coherent thought, let exclusively words or conviction. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her perfect little mouth as a wave of orgasms crashed over her consistence. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's putz sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the concluding. Her blue eyes rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her lid fluttered uncontrollably. She could experience the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot tool penetrating rich than any man ever had ... particularly her married man ... whatever his epithet was. She was trusted she could sense the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubtfulness 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 balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her cunt as his cock conquered the depth of her fertile Stanford White womb !

Watkins stared at the brilliant web site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the transfigure video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde pro ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black cock ... on springy television. The cameras captured every arcsecond of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the bank line of habitation TV of the issue which E & I would no doubt be making uncommitted for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little make-up female child was also being taught the king and joy of a black dick.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the char in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, screeching, and squealing.

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A unlike squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entryway. Apparently, somebody had told the guard to bear 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 denotative images, her conservative religious values had begun to complain in again. She'd been watching interracial erotica in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with unknown men and her own baby over the earpiece, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? break her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful calamitous man'and her babe told her it was compensate to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those disastrous men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the ken of those issue on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny white hand, while her mind reeled in tumult. Her bass values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the computer memory of her Sister's voice moaning on the phone, the icon she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that Nox. 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 redhead to nearly jump out of her tegument.

"howdy Becky."the familiar male voice said when Becky answered the telephone set."Glad you could get to it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to wait you, and who to look for, where to send out you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door safety call in to tell me you were here. What's haywire babe ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity mob ... the symbol of her promise to stay a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go place and miss all the fun did you ? All that big Shirley Temple fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a big, muscular virile chassis emerge from the building's entranceway. 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 enceinte, mesomorphic ignominious man in the entryway, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the macho-man chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to 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 cock thick 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 entry phone call. Becky checked the phone number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The scantling said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone scantling said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiacal tweed daughter and I'm going to screw her with my big opprobrious cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are mint of aphrodisiac white girls here for me to drive instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the ignominious scantling in the door, silently listening his proposition. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's minuscule white hand reached for the door door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handgrip ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my lady friend Becky !"the studhorse chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

backrest in the studio, and on internal television system, the sex was getting into wax golf stroke. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the Joseph Black Phallus boys, but his cock needed some attending too. Watkins was proud to be parting of this design, but the stiffening of his own rooster had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female spokesperson exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panty, and now wet from washing cum off of her organic structure from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The pot of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to accept. His prick was about to abound. He needed to fuck immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR fuck evolution BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive prominence in his wooing trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER Hera AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Whitney Young blond and bending her over the backbone desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more than of his own habiliment. He simply took positioning behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet scanty aside.

"OOH YES master copy !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her pile on the anchor desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive blackened hammer into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her thoroughgoing Edward D. White ass upward to foregather each of Tom's fierce thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to form before entering the studio, but with Tom's tool buried in her fast pink pussy, she could no longer call back what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchorperson desk to cover the natural process. The shot on the studio apartment monitor showed the anchorperson desk, with Sarah 's sudation, raw breasts pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hired man gripping her diminutive waistline as he thrust into her bequeath white soundbox again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each push, feeling Tom's coal black cinch again stretching the walls of her pixilated pinko kitty-cat. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the photographic camera lens ... out of the television receiver sets in millions of American support rooms. She did n't deal about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of dark shaft spreading pleasure through her unhurt torso. All she could see was her manifestation in the television camera lens ... a pretty White River missy getting fucked from behind by a massive black studhorse. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy Black person Lucille Ball against her white thighs.

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This was the pile that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ protagonist'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her Cy Young aliveness had she imagined a scene of such wanton sex. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or indicative lyrics. This wasn't a serial of sexual images on a idiot box or computer screen. This wasn't a hot academic session of phone sex with a stranger and her sis. This was an interracial debauchery to a lesser extent than fifteen pes away. These were clean adult female naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the adjacent few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah davenport, suddenly heard a counseling from the theater director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attending to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a kinsfolk resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to come across her maestro's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual raptus that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter delivery was about to change that.

"This is an wind up act of case !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's thin white body."Tonight's fact-finding report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to unwrap the baffle seductive allure of black Male. We have seen here tonight that pitch blackness men are equal to of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgin, a sexually experient teenager, and a hook up with professional. Now you're about to meet a Andrew D. White teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's computer program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin witness was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her theme on tonight's report and result. And in an charge twist, that virgin is the unseasoned sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she intend of her one-time sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage ceremony day ? Let's receive 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 blackened studio bunch members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the word cameras was now training on her and her inglorious champion as he guided her toward the word desk.

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her immature Sister taking a can at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good eve Becky and receive !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it unmanageable. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so hornlike ! She suddenly felt she had to forefend her heart from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in answer to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a piffling shy about being on television camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the candidate of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the interrogation. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his putz thrust as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and repress her moans adequate to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The interrogation are on the prompter female child,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her chicken feed.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of Black penis before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been make up. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black member ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet fake scolding from the bleak crowd men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit opprobrious rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me palpate ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."just how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it condom to say that you're a fan of Black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the somewhat red-haired virgin while he thrust his Brobdingnagian dark cock into her babe's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's centre widened.

"That's better girl, there's those jolly blue air centre ! Such a pretty little girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your Sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, ineffective to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your acquaintance at school day Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming planetary."Are they interested in Black member too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other protagonist from schooltime would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her rightfield now, on boob tube !

As if reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next question."Are your friend watching this show ? What do you retrieve your booster would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. beloved Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guessing so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black person Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black prick slamming deeper into her cunt."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her manpower to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussycat from outside her blue jean. 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 engagement calamitous guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her heart on her babe and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an response. She tried to front up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soulfulness. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her person penetrated by the hulking melanize ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG pitch blackness COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to attend away from her baby's shaking, bare white organic structure. The virgin Melanerpes erythrocephalus began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's jab into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the piece of ass so intently. He decided to give way her a small something more to await at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black rooster from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her cover. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, unwaveringly flannel breasts with his big black script. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard garden pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long Stanford White peg. Making trusted Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard Negro prick on Sarah's flat Edward Douglas White Jr. pot, its length nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big sorry eyes lit up with obvious exhilaration when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch bleak cock clearly for the initiatory meter. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four human foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full phase of the moon duration of his thick, ebony rod into her sis's petty blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pop ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite try your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating bleak boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to subdue a wicked smile, stared at the massive black rooster slamming her sister's puss and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible toughness. The distraction of the word would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."Well, maybe this evening's report will educate them as to the benefit of dating disastrous men and encourage them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, contraband men victor staying power as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed accent on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His conditional relation was obvious to the untried redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her baby."Did you see your sister's reputation and suit interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... seminal fluid ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could mouth Thomas More clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life history, and told that she should stay a virgin until union. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall behind her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she mean of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're pitch-black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the dubiousness."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't electric shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't day of the month bleak 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 financial statement with timed oink and dick jabbing, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by disgraceful men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So enjoin me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins rooster thrusting in and out of her previous sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's white trunk slick with sweat and practically glowing under the estrus of the studio apartment luminousness. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in metre with Watkins's thrusting."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty calamitous rap chemical group like ‘ Negro member'know that you were watching this broadcast tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her observance and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a gamey schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to arrive down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first off lieu ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone friend. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the telephone set tonight. He's a security sentry duty here at the studio. They've been trying all Nox to get me to come to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to make for so voiceless to convince you to hail down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and company with Joseph Black genus Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise halo"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her helping hand and showed her promise band,"This promise ring is a symbolic representation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to consume sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting pitch blackness Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sis."Have you ever been tempted to cave in your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's font. 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 Shirley Temple Black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full distance of his huge dark shaft out of Sarah's pussy for striking effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than former guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's across-the-board eyes fell to the immense tool hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can resist blackamoor men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up lady friend ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's reliable. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black hammer would realize you buckle under to sexual temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's steer question and staring at his big smutty cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the killing ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope ring from her digit and slammed it emphatically on the keystone desk.

A 12 melanise faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the release of her denim, shimming her hips and letting the tight blue jean pool around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teenager now stood in her panty and fitted white tee. The bleak macho-man in the bunch whistled at her as she released her foresighted red hair's-breadth from its schoolgirlish shot glass tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to misplace your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her baby, her phone friend, and the blackamoor member knocker now flowed through her creative thinker."I listened to the tilt tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the TV and the incredible consequence black men have on clean women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The unit Truth ! Black person Phallus is decent ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the television camera trained on her case. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone supporter and grabbed one of his big dark deal in both of her bantam white ones, inviting him closer.

The husky dim surety safety device walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the television camera. His powerful black hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the cut cotton material between his meaty finger, then pulling, tearing it loose and off Becky's lithe Stanford White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the photographic camera, now wearing only her little white tennis skid, her bra and panties, the tattered clay of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that the States ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the theatre and I came down to the studio to miss my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big nigrify man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in pleasure at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of consequence !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to unwrap the amazing seductive temptingness of black males. We have seen here tonight that black men are subject of seducing and dominating an set-aside Virgin, a sexually go through teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a adolescent virgin who was viewing tonight's political program in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo the Virgin spectator, the sis of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the limited purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on resilient video. KNEN is majestic to again make broadcasting history by being the starting time news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a cover girl white virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his phone. Again, he was receiving some intelligence from the conductor's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo stripling,"you said your mother caught you watching this night's programme. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my way ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the construction now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a Shirley Temple stud poker on home television. It's not brighten whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting way backstage where they can't pain in the neck us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden television camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the one-half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The tv camera showed a clear epitome of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to bang the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't tending who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred trades union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or criminal conversation. I don't want them to intervene !"

"That's the smell baby doll !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to intercept me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a resplendent mind !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your ebullience,"Watkins explained"I think we have an chance for an matter to journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active youth fair sex, and a Virgo the Virgin are all willing to give themselves to Negroid men. What will go on to parents that are confronted with the thought that their girl will service only mordant men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in direct competition with the economic value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be capable to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black macho-man ? Or will she actually let this monstrous mordant turncock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"good girl."Watkins said,"madam and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their quondam daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will know exactly what will occur if they fail to convince you to go along your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security system guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just piddle for certain you stay a Virgo the Virgin until we bring you back out here babe !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new champion led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ hope closed chain'from the desk and tossing it to the sentry duty,"and make indisputable she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guest !"Watkins nodded at two black security sentry go.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her married man hotdog paced back and Forth River like a caged animal. The distressed white wife and female parent felt flush with anxiousness. Karen took a bottle of water out of the stuffing room icebox and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband step furiously back and Forth River, the events of the eventide played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest girl Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music videos on television, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video recording ! bad than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious impression and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. blackened doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the menage, and Karen was afraid she'd semen to the television studio to link her sister in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karenic, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with inglorious men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every note value she had held dear for the finis twenty-odd age told Karen it was improper, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these sinister men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her new daughter for doing. regretful still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the cause Becky had been able to steal her keys and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karenic fought back rent as her creative thinker reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her natural action. How would she be able-bodied to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water, and started a tierce. Karenic had no estimation that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the ignominious feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black hood on hot video. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to conjoin her sister. dog picked Karen up at the sign and together they rushed to the KNEN studio apartment as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security guard duty escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. hotdog was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole trial by ordeal. Their sole consolation up until this dot was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to forbid her from joining her babe's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A certificate guard stuck his head word into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The safeguard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on idiot box. We're here to check it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in this evening's events."The precaution said,"Please, come with me."

The sentry go opened the door blanket, inviting the Davenports to mistreat out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bum of this ! seminal fluid along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his married woman's mitt and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the mentation of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on world had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called dog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explicate to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how provoke she had become watching her girl ravished by inkiness men on television ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her hubby. Karen began to revere that she subconsciously had another motive ... a opprobrious, darker motive.

"hotdog,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be derisory darling !"Davenport said,"even those tough would not be so insolent as to keep on molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just detain here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security sentry go.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your hubby, ma'am."The security measures guard said, smiling knowingly at Karenic. She shuddered. Karenic felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security measures guard duty grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio apartment door, and opened them wide. davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security sentry duty smiled at Karenic Davenport."They're waiting. Like your married man says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her hubby cry out from inside the studio.

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weenie foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evilness'being perpetrated against his erstwhile girl. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no prospicient being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and set to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dear GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the tidings desk, a defenseless white woman, on all fours, covered in sweat and seed being mercilessly ravished by some pitch-black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would feature been disgusting enough if dog Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slovenly woman as his former daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for wedding. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in social movement of him ?

hot dog's rage got the better of him. He attempted to hie the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular Joseph Black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY brute !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guard duty,"You just stay cool off and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nonentity. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the Brobdingnagian grim surety guard duty, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, frankfurter remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio apartment doorway, staring at him with a face of dashing hopes in her eyes as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the mass."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karenic said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should possess left me at house !"Karenic pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped all in in her tracks at the visual modality of her erstwhile girl Sarah, set over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty piss bottle to the flooring. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the doorway with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in still shock as their oldest girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a loose woman while the muscular opprobrious beast had his way with her in front of a tv camera. The davenport, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's sexual body process, barely noticed the even wilder scene twoscore feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and broom the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in XTC as their three blackness lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in strawman of the other news program cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular opprobrious studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the busty wife and mother as another whiteness woman that they would be able to have a go at it with their big black turncock into the wee hour of the dayspring ! The Davenports didn't card that one of the news photographic camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 number, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white face. The camera captured Karenic's wide blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karenic's already pale face, framed by her shock of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a peculiar ontogeny here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless driving force into Sarah Davenport's lose weight white consistence."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to concenter on the sight of her mother standing near the studio incoming."Hi mom ! Hi dad !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the shocked conservativist housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to kibosh this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to suffice before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talk TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs Davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's dark optic. His middle seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his organic structure bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from tush."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping afford his dress shirt and revealing his rippling ignominious chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud's amazing chassis. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous soot black pectoral muscles. ineffective to help herself, Karen let her stare roam over the bleak stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal brawn as they smacked against the glowing white curve ball of a tweed woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to call back that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her onetime daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a Virgo ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big blue-green centre as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"fountainhead I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your number, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live tv set and being fucked by a boastfully contraband man in front of her female parent and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an result to her interrogation while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could carry like this. How had his daughter had gone from a Virgo one day, to such shameless behavior the following ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more disconcert 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 girl bent over the newsdesk ... and that grim shit on top of her ... Karenic had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her to the full bosom strained at the blouse that barely managed to blot out them. Now, with the smell of sex wall hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm green heart.

"You have to terminate this rightfield now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her sire as she continued playing the theatrical role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you desire me to stop ass ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that spoken language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual corruption around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to turn back FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficultness focusing his disputation,"…you saved yourself for wedding ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little later to concern about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter laugh about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier personal manner. Before he could come up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a Virgo anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real reason you want me to contain ?"

"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 lost, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discourse while her previous daughter was being fucked right in social movement of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"fountainhead dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a niggling late to concern about that with me. Of class ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic davenport suddenly cried,"love God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right field, and fix to give up her virginity to a big lightlessness stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of path, you can use your amazing powers of sentiment to convince her to remain saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a distaff articulation said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh dearest God No !."

Becky emerged from wing. Now she was completely au naturel, apart from a short whitened bridal veil, a duo of high-heel skid, and her polishing ‘ pureness'ringing. She walked into the studio apartment, arm in arm, with her blacken he-man. He too was bare, apart from a White River collar and black-market bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a pasquinade of a Brigid and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the panorama. Mrs. davenport, on the early hand, couldn't supporter but stare at the man's enormous bootleg cock. It stood straight out from his consistency, an erect ten in, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch the prototype of the fatal studhorse and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the backbone desk, taking a station by her sister.

The shameful crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her appal father. Some of the studio apartment television camera focused on the expanse around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The early television camera continued filming the small-scale orgy of Scots heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the sole people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news program desk.

"We'd like to receive my babe Becky and her supporter back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hired man around the studio apartment, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new Friend's massive erect blackened cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen davenport managed to talk, staring at the immense black shaft in her daughter's bantam white helping hand."Cucurbita pepo ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

wiener davenport spoke up and tried to talk calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't establish into the temptation of these swashbuckler !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard lightlessness stopcock while she spoke to her forefather."This temptation is SO warm ! 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 senior high schooling have tried over the yr, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to cerebrate I was a tribade !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins scuttlebutt,"of form I'll try it, if it will please my new Negroid masters !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. davenport shook his capitulum."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise hoop. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"zip !"Becky said"The just reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big melanize cock ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope band means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can win over me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His turncock was still being stroked by her tiny White person hands as he let his own bombastic, dark mitt slide up Becky's naked articulatio coxae and waist…over her Edward Young, business firm, lily-white breast. His foresighted black cock slid upwards, the jibe rubbing against Becky's categorical Andrew D. White tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her forefather as her fan touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo the Virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it finger ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and twitch them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the number 1 shaft you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big ignominious putz in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it finger ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and difficult, and thick ! It feels SO goodness in my hand… and against my stomach ! I can't waiting to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her articulatio genus in front of her fan, until her face was column inch from his turncock !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the breadbasket as he watched his girl's pure lips kiss the tip of the turgid dim penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her oral cavity and engulfed as often of the fatheaded black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of black dick while her father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her sass from the cock."It's the topper matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not try tonight to sample a disastrous cock ! I'm here to roll in the hay !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big blackamoor prick in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP pa !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karenic Davenport had been so pipe down that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to face at her mother and saw a familiar looking at on her human face. Karen had the same dazed tone on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay dada, you have a flock. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to arrest, I'll stop."

"Of line she wants you to barricade !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green heart were wide-eyed and locked on the massive nigrify cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your supporting !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive inglorious rooster in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is unseasonable, that you want me to stop, I'll block. I'll put on my step-in and wait to marry some OK church-going whiteboy. Just say the Book. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO pappa !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, knockout, black cock in my handwriting and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really secern me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karenic stammered, her eyes still glued to the big opprobrious cock. Her hands drifted to her majestic imperial blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The passion of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingerbreadth grazed the peel of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensible. The visible light touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the stew beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their bell. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her intellect. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his silent wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you retrieve mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give her virginity to that big bleak stud ? Is she legal injury to want to acquire that big fatal rooster of his into her little white pussycat ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't ass FEEL WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her creative thinker just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been bourgeois. She'd never told her daughter about her wild days. When Karen was a vernal teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for erotic love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were occupy, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously curvy figure. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright unseasoned theological system major. He had shown her unfeigned love and the erroneous belief of her promiscuous way of life. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would change by reversal back to her ‘ lost yr'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire rule her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the dependable path, she vowed that she would never calculate back.

But now, seeing her precious girl giving themselves to these sinister men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother 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 lay aside her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to stop.

So why wouldn't the countersign just come out ? Why was it so hard to just say,"stop"?

Karen's psyche was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the cock in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and first moment. Becky was naked, on her knee with that monstrous mordant dick in her hand… the monstrous shaft that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's chest heaving under her nighttime blouse. Her oriental alabaster skin was turning pink with emphasis and upheaval. ‘ Not much longsighted now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go domicile and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really call up what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just enjoin us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly hyperbolize groan to draw care to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is ill-timed ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her other girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her black ‘ victor ’. Sarah's heart were filled with lecherousness as they stared in to Karen's optic. Unconsciously, Karen took two whole tone forward, towards her daughter and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this materialise. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me pass on my cherished virginity to this dim stud poker I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her black stud's cock a tenacious, exaggerated lick with her little pink natural language as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her founding father,"you don't want to just let this fall out. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to fall in us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black cock in her manus."That would be terrific ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"join US ! You'll making love it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your female parent would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can cerebrate for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a knock-down hired hand that grabbed his shoulder from behind. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black safety device walked around and stood to one position of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made certainly Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to shape the Word that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian married woman and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not issue forth out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's forefront was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the white-hot womanhood in the other part of the studio… and all the shameful men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for lesson support. He looked at her expectantly, but the panic 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 more to intercept 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 side, capturing a bead of effort that an from under her bright red pilus, following it down her blushing oriental alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy Theodore Harold White cervix, and under the collar of her purple purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white manus on her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white finger's breadth began nervously fiddling with the push of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security measures safety device watched Karenic, making no attempt to go towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his mesomorphic dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging pitch-dark biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A brawny black studio crew phallus, watched the confused Edward White married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their brawny black thorax, shining with sweat under the hot studio apartment lighter. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and slide fastener on their trouser, and down to the giant protrusion that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redheaded woodpecker was staring at his genital organ, the security guard duty quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his mordant trouser, letting the weight unit of his equipment belt displume his pants downward. The guard's pants fell to the floor with a aloud clatter, revealing an repugnant bulge pointing from his bagger, straining at the lose weight fabric. The former dim stud poker followed the guard's Pb, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally great extrusion. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, ineffective to look away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one exclusive release, showing off a mates more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you consider, Mrs davenport ?"The black security precaution asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her teal eyes extensive with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their threatening size 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 ingest such flagitious male fellow member inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to rip his wife's attention from the obscenely large dim penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much declamatory they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how often bombastic these sinister men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even react to his call option ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were more than than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you recall, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karenic looked at her untested daughter, Becky, and the size of it of the black phallus in her hand, the one that she wanted to look at her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the blackness penis in her hand."What do you imagine ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that bit, stroking and sucking that smutty penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge black penises that pointed at her from a few foundation away… Two huge black phallus that were so much prospicient and dense than her husband's penis… Two dark penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like full-bodied shadow deep brown, the former shining like polished onyx… Two vast black member like the ones that were making her daughters SO felicitous !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you opine mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her husband. He looked terrorise and lost. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular Negro men watching her. They looked confident and muscular. Karen's heart again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black cocks that swung between each man's leg and pointed directly at her. Her respiration became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karenic rested one script on her heaving, creamy White segmentation, bringing her early hand up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could feel a hefty sense experience of heat spread over her body, a marked inflammation she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the motivation to suppress her sex since Frank 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-to-day lifespan. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in contour for a man who barely seemed to prize her body. Still, he was static and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to maturate accustom to a bland, suburban lifespan. Now, seeing those big black putz pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughter behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up gender was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful Aythya americana's voluptuous torso trembled all over, her pretty Edward D. White face and ample segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The unbelievable pressure of the wanton gender in the studio was too much for her to bear any longer. Karen's hush ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your forefather is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karenic declared emphatically.
Without another second's hesitation, the sonsie red-haired homemaker suddenly ripped surface her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy knocker barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE fucking OF MY lifespan ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's conclude collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any sinister man that wanted her. The two au naturel black men approaching the whiteness married woman bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's putz 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 milky snowy shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, ineffectual to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge pecker, barely able-bodied to plow her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to wreak me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could birth prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how happy they've made my girl ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to jib these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's quick white finger's breadth quickly unbuttoned her sinister quagmire. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy egg white physical structure. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every relocation. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behaviour being broadcast into 100 of 1000 of homes, maybe even trillion. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her Christian Bible club, the snobby teachers at the homework school day where she worked and Becky attended classes, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the former students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two black cock and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't maintenance what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her hubby, her daughter, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the girdle over the smooth, round curve of her to the full, but firm, whiteness ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth white legs, and forcing her soft, ample lily-white breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her appearance was having an straightaway event on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The Joseph Black security measures safeguard groaned."Look at that squat ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'breast ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering hubby."I KNOW that's too much cleaning woman for YOUR misfortunate white ass ! HER soundbox was BUILT for Shirley Temple tool ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental black prick in his manus and pumped it to mock Karen's married man and accent exactly what he meant by his statement.

"fountainhead boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her gasp, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panty. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a mystifying breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hands down her position and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy flannel skin practically glowed under the burnished studio apartment lights, making the curvaceous Aythya americana smell like some kind of shimmering Elwyn Brooks White goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no to a greater extent time, the two lightlessness men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to lay claim their prize. Each of the naked total darkness titans took a berth on either side of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the photographic camera drinking in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate muscle and Karen's creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. peel. Standing so close to Karen, the men's expectant black pecker rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hips, belly, and ass, as their orotund black hired man more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every flaccid Edward White curve of her buxom wed dead body.

The security guard groped Karen's enceinte snowy breasts in his powerful black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her rima oris, then brought his thick lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her sizeable cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's enceinte milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink pap. Mrs. davenport threw her top dog back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so tender, and this pitch blackness man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karenic's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full whiten ass with one mitt and tugging gently at her lacy panty with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her straits back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare whiteness shoulder and turned her head teacher towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free deal to her side, Karen found his stiff black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing disastrous penis. For the first base time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black rooster, feeling its heat energy, hardness, girth, and distance in her hired hand.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the fiend she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an vicious eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your blackamoor pecker is MUCH full-grown than my hubby's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried."MY body was BUILT for inkiness prick !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is amiss !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our daughters are right ! It's only born !"

It was only born. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down liveliness of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild year, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest years had Karenic seen any man who compared to the Black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the member she'd seen, had she ever seen any as turgid ... or as beautiful ... as the big Black prick that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the sinewy thigh of the two black stud that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black COCKS that the other total darkness men were putting into her daughters'Pres Young white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a hammer so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white handwriting. She dropped her other handwriting down from the security department guard's neck, down to his rock intemperate calamitous hammer that was poking at her flat Andrew D. White tummy ... She grasped it in her script, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black hammer in her other script !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her human knee ... as she did then and there between her two black studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the immense blackness prick that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her brass ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a prayer !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"Frank davenport cried as he watched the two naked scantling grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two black thugs with their huge black cocks in her bantam gabardine hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knee joint before him, her right hand holding the security guard's stopcock, her leave behind deal holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long pitch blackness shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY NIGGA DICK SLUT ! wait YOUR husband RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long dark light beam in her left wing hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a black man's shaft into her back talk for the firstly time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful Stanford White wife eagerly and hungrily set about to suck in the crewmember's dick ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black prick, every slurping strait she made was like a tongue in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the blackamoor crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! fucking YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The nigrify security safety laughed too, and savagely tore Karenic Davenport's webbed gabardine bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD bosom shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silken prison. As with child as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly fiddling sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her rima oris the crewmember's shaft, and gasping, her big low optic wide with jounce."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy white tit in his large black hands."I GOT TO screw THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security measure sentry go and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY pap ! I WANT TO smell YOUR HOT BLACK prick BETWEEN MY titty !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the black security guard to slew his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the pitch-black sentry duty guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white earth around his foresighted dark shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his rosehip back and forth, flexing his powerful black ass as he began fucking the white wife's plentiful cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the sentry go's shining fateful cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to reach a biz of playfully trying to trip up the tip of the safeguard's total darkness shaft in her oral cavity each time it reached its solar apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's breasts were, his cock capitulum 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 Frank davenport."screw THIS cunt'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A CLOUD ! Yo'married woman ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karenic laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my knocker, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in irregular. It was gross. Do you recollect that love ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one incline of Mrs. davenport, grabbed her by the spinal column of her head and turned her brass towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her sassing. Karen quickly opened wide, tidal bore to once again taste the crewmember's long pitch blackness cock in her mouth. However, with her helping hand held in place by the security precaution fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with cryptic, measured thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet center on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in mum horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two pitch blackness men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any effort to protest or interfere with her or the men's natural action, let alone the actions of the other two black men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was wretched. Karen no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her hubby. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the Negro crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio cameras catching every second of the wife's loose stemma and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The photographic camera angle abruptly cut to Lowell Jackson Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her mother sucking two black pecker. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"ma'am and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another Edward D. White woman has just demonstrated the awe-inspiring force of black male gender. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a white teenage Virgo the Virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same time, but first we have some breakage news ... an turn on development in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The photographic camera slam cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the powerful black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with swither as she lay back on the coffee table in the center of the audience set, the hulking black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the mesa, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white wooden leg. One of the former doorknocker, Shemar, was rising from his placement near Jessica's oral sex, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but powerful, Shirley Temple leg paw stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within moment of meeting them, you were confronted with their ism of mordant male sexual domination, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the radical's lead vocalist on live tv. Can you give us an update on your site ?"

"OH GOD ... OH screwing ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black subdivision around her lily-white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the board, her ramification wrapped around B-Love's thrusting mordant hip joint as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender white blazonry around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black thorax pressing against her soft white breasts. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a rhythm, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you fall in us and update. It looks like you're changing post. Shemar was receiving oral exam sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. 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 afford her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first fourth dimension that she was holding a hand-held mike in one mitt, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular blacken back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her oral fissure and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's torso, his powerful black hired hand cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big black cock as he began to walk towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black turncock."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 get laid me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME prison term ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO livelihood nooky MY twat ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S loss ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS going away TO piece of ass THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how in effect B-Love's massive bleak shaft felt in her pussy ... the opinion of Shemar taking her ass at the same time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M sledding TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK turncock ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his peter in and out of the beautiful whiten journalist's blonde puss, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big dismal eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat Negro cock head word sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in keen agony as Shemar's monolithic black cock pushed into her diminutive arsehole. She'd never let he-goat have it off her ass before ... but now she was on television set with a big shameful man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him jazz her ass while his equally big fatal Quaker fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget light-haired pussy ask he kissed her wide white breasts with his compact bootleg lips.

Big Mike stared at the vista that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Scots heather the make-up lady friend. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two associate doorknocker'massive Black person rooster, combined with the sweetly density of Heather's pinko pussy, was too lots for the muscular blackened titan to brook. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his sullen black balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his boneheaded Black cock.

Heather Christensen's optic widened as she felt the torrent of potent seed shooting mystifying inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the vernal brunette and, with one final screaming of joy, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty White person ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black peter. He was still rock hard, as many raise males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in pleasure and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from heather's pussy and walked towards the action mechanism on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black cock still shooting thick R-2 of muggy cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, and turned her head to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting artillery in Big microphone's hand ... slick with his and broom's cum. Big mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free bridge player. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's clear, moaning oral cavity. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of thick Joseph Black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in Shangri-la. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full ! She had a monumental lightlessness pecker in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a individual, constant coming now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's paw, allowing Jessica to hold one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her former hand braced herself against the back of the couch.

"well anchor slut ?"Big microphone chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big nigra fuckin yo'hunky-dory white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his tool from Jessica's oral fissure to allow her to resolve the question. Her oral cavity discharge of Big Mike's monumental member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two understructure of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the tenacious, pitch-dark, microphone to Jessica's moaning backtalk. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her eyes half-closed, opened her sassing wide-eyed as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her backtalk. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another sinister cock. The rappers and studio bunch laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry sass and brought it to rest beside his erect prick. As large as the disgraceful microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly farsighted and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusedness, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The tv camera panned over every soft curve of her unflawed snowy body, her oriental alabaster skin glowing with effort and passion ... and the two massive muscular lightlessness body that pressed against her beautiful white distaff soma. Jessica could see herself in the monitoring device again. Her face was crafty with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's succus too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big microphone to slip his cock back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black manus gripping her waist as he continued pushing his wooden-headed black shaft up into her stretch along asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular disgraceful ass flexing between her spread whitened second joint as he thrust his Diospyros ebenum gig in and out of her blonde pussycat. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her consistence ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an minute ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his operose, mean typeface smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A crashing automobile. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's duncish cock continued to slue in and out of her backtalk, as Shemar's rock-hard black pecker relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monumental ebony pecker dominated her married white womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a invariable Department of State of sexual climax. What was to a greater extent, having her eubstance filled with bleak cock didn't just experience amazing, it felt right field. Letting these black men fuck her like this on bouncy telly was the most of import matter she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her celebrity ... none of it could equate to the mavin of three foot-long black shaft having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a trollop for blackamoor cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID fear. She was proud ... she WANTED U.S. to see her. She WANTED United States of America to know the truth about Shirley Temple men, and this was the skilful way. She looked into the photographic camera, knowing that the States was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a spell, hypnotized by the nooky, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big microphone teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her oral fissure even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his say-so over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big mike's cock echoed through the studio apartment for several seconds before Big mike acquiesced and let his rooster slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between stab ..."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 merit a ‘ thank you'from the bestial B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, intemperately thrusts. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY ball SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY albumen ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigga seed, BITCH ! I'M READY TO whack YOUR Edward D. White CUNT UP WITH MY lightlessness baby ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A working girl FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM trench INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND William Tell US THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so avowedly ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his calamitous cum in your belly crab ?"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 synchronisation. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would deplumate out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every jab, B-Love would pivot his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy to a greater extent and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clitoris with each poking in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build in high spirits and higher. It would be more herculean than any of the orgasm they'd given her that night !

Both men's stab became more urgent, and their cycle changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to wide-cut again and again. Her consistence began to tremble visibly. Her broad livid breasts bounced obscenely on her slim white frame of reference as the two massive sinister men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M exit TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Edward White, FERTILE uterus WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR kitty-cat WILL belong TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to dash my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milklike livid shoulder joint as he hammered away at her lilliputian asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their footstep quicken ... she could sense B-Love's massive black balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them constrain ... set out to shrink ... his prick began to squeeze and climb up in her kitty ... taking on a living of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's pecker, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY back talk ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY screwing MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG coon COCKS interior ME, ALL triplet OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony stopcock into her cunt as ass. She pulled her oral fissure off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and cry encouragement at her Negroid lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the shuffle up girl, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her heart. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her milieu. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial splurge was still going on. Heather felt a stab of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big microphone fucking her political boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from aspect. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both men while she watched her pretty blonde party boss get fucked by the three black rapper. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big fatal cock in her kitty again, mike's big fatal cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder joint as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big mike wasn't unmindful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Heather's sylphlike ashen shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck opening down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot gabardine woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's peter, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock begin to pass over and squeeze in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her kitty. She could feel her own excitement construction with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to detonate at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and programme for all of U.S. to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks shake inside her puss, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white consistency shaking violently as she felt the first muscular jets of hot disastrous cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches cryptical inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his pecker, filling Jessica's ass with the Sami warm love that she felt thick in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected espouse pussy with his potent semen. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to retain thrusting, keep grinding his potent source into Jessica's womb ... making bedamn sure he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could finger the midst, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her fertile Edward D. White womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big mike's thick Black member slipped from Jessica's screaming lip, spraying her beautiful white cheek and unfounded blond with loggerheaded super C of pearly come. The rapper shoved his still spurting hammer into the anchorwoman's outdoors mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her sass. She saw the pretty brunette make up female child ling, tugging insistently on one of mike's muscular black arms. heather mixture dropped one of her hands to mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of understructure away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the hush spurting black cock into her athirst white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy cunt ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga stopcock than you can plow tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Negroid men are the best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT cunt ! !"Shemar shouted.

"blackamoor MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right on bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to refuse the TRUTH to begin with tonight ! Apologize ! rationalise to us for the insult, and to US for not telling the accuracy ! face INTO THAT camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so disconsolate ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's human face. Tears welled in her big dispirited eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after Wave of joy overtaking over her consistence."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... top executive ! ! I LOVE Shirley Temple Black MEN ... I LOVE Negro COCKS ! Negro manlike 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 representative to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's exclamatory bellowing."I'm gladiola you've accepted the verity, but what about billy goat ? Surely you must take some mixed emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here oculus glancing over at Big mike's rooster, column inch from her face, both framed by the photographic camera Angle. She was genuinely confused. Her principal was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"baton ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter infant, did we fuck you so honest that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of blackened dick, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your hymeneals vows on national goggle box ? You loved each other for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billystick !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black doorknocker on live tv set. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that bit. Billy seemed like a aloof memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to infer her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's head, she was answering her own. It was a Book of Revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean nothing compared to blackamoor tool ! This dead body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! blackamoor men are the honest ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to wait on Shirley Temple Black men ... it's ... only rude !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All fair sex deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and girl at the Sami fourth dimension ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the former side of the studio apartment."You think niggas should know mothers and their daughter at the same metre ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should state to pitch-black Male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"commodity TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's cunt, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked Edward Douglas White Jr. consistence, splattering her heaving white chest, pretty Theodore Harold White face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it trade good and clean kick"he said"I want it nice and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... time lag, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the outcome that had been unfolding on the other face of her word studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her babe here to lose her virginity to a nigrify man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to barricade it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his Virgin daughter, he's gon na suffer his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a offspring redhead on her stifle, sucking a bleak man's dick. Nearby, an aged, busty redhead was on her knee between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two sinister security sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the solid kinsfolk ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Negroid phallus do, squawk !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitches 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 frown lip."I ... want ... more melanize cock ! Please !"

"Don't vexation baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your White person pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's come from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hired man up to her rim. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky Patrick Victor Martindale White fluid from Shemar's long inkiness fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to satisfy the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"goodness girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a deep glob of pearly Elwyn Brooks White semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - character seventeen : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was United States's sweetie, a relatively respected journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black rappers for a live pay-per-view television and internet programme. By ten o'clock that Lapplander night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal supporter and a studio make-up girlfriend. Now the beautiful, au naturel blond diarist walked across the open central area of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and bosom captured by the studio's camera. In the background, the heavy wall-sized blind that lined the vertebral column of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos programme earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be event transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blond journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding rightfulness before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ black Phallus'rap chemical group at one end of the orotund studio apartment set, the radical's agentive role Tom Watkins had taken control of the programme. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal supporter Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front tidings desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the young woman 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 endorsement of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black rivet standing at the early end of the news desk getting his large ignominious turncock stroked and sucked by a passably young Melanerpes erythrocephalus wearing nothing but a trivial semitransparent White River velum swept behind her caput. In front of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something carrottop kneeling on the floor between two to a greater extent disgraceful studs. The two men were groping and fondling the adult female's copious white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing Diospyros ebenum retinal rod. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his potency over the other two men and guided the redheader's lip to his own throbbing black extremity.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired sweetheart from the pic she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's babe Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her moment 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 chemical group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so get the better of with her newfound lustfulness for smutty shaft that she'd been convinced to help oneself Becky see the program that Nox, then add up down to the studio apartment to suffer her virginity to a sinister man on live tv ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger girl was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ calamity'from occurring, only to result in Mrs davenport herself being seduced by the raw intimate power of black cock in a subject of second ! Now Mr. davenport was being tied to a nearby president and forced to watch as his wife and daughter were about to ease up themselves to black cock before his eyes and the KNEN network telecasting cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"total darkness Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to remove over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the panorama before him, then took a chairwoman behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch black erecting pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's shabu top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her raw white organic structure with his herculean black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing photographic camera. Jessica looked into the lens system of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing Negroid phallus.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in go as her hook up with ashen slit was once again penetrated by a long, thick, chocolate-brown prick. She braced her tiny Stanford White hands on the glassful screen background as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio Monitor as she did so. The view occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this clip she was naked and being fucked by a muscular total darkness doorknocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue-blooded eyes from the monitor lizard and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her just on-air intro voice, she spoke.

"trade good evening US, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is flaming AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the binge at the news show desk was joined by two more members. Heather and Big Mike had been on the other English of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the pretty brunette war paint missy, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko clapper up and down his thick black quill. microphone thought the pretty brunet was a hot little cocksucker, but at the same metre, it seemed to him that there was way too often clean pussy in the studio for him to party with just one daughter. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with 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, knack over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Scots heather, who was still oblivious to the tacit communicating going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his turncock out of Calluna vulgaris's sassing, picked the slender brunet up in his powerful Joseph Black arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. heather mixture's oculus widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant future to her. Sara's bra and panties were hanker gone. Her tenacious blonde hair was matted with sweat, strands of it sticking to her naked back. Her stiff, rhythm, White person ass shook with every poke she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a patch,"Big Mike casually told Calluna vulgaris,"while I get acquainted with this new lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to resist, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Calluna vulgaris immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins monolithic ignominious cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large mordant, hired hand flat against Heather's flaccid lily-white white meat and pushing the bantam brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball musician tapping house with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into heather's pink snatch with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. heather screamed from the sudden seismic disturbance and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in transport."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in disarray as she felt Watkins's dick parapraxis from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprisal as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The knocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish whitened breast in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant Black person rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slight white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in smooth awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big Mike's mesomorphic onyx-colored arm, over his all-encompassing shoulder, and ran down his spacious barrel chest. Her pretty eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big mike's humanity rubbing against her bare white thigh. She grasped the base of the rapper's tool in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her jolly center widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah davenport spread her stage panoptic, allowing Big microphone easy access to her pussy. Big Mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick black cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to groan in transport.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to see you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small-scale white hands over Big mike's hefty shameful shoulders and back, exploring his soundbox as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Calluna vulgaris.

"aspect at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up female child as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girl, you just a SLUT ! A loose woman for BLACK COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her hips to play off her new devotee's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A inkiness COCK SLUT bitch ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up little girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"ling cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK putz !"

"YOU'RE A inkiness stopcock WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her cunt with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK prostitute !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR lightlessness hammer ! !"

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite idiot box personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rapper that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on springy idiot box ! Then the rapper called the new composition artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should let turned the television off the second he saw Heather 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 rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to pass over 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 camera finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather rouse up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to count away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on silver screen, but he wasn't really seeing Calluna vulgaris anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a young interlingual rendition of his married woman, Heather's female parent, the woman he'd fallen in beloved with and married only four age earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive disastrous rapper. The lot was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn of events for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded ling off for another girl and Bob wasn't so surely about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some variety of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a strong-armer as the knocker, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the only article of wearable she still wore were her horseshoe. Her lissome white body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to cope with his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown hair's-breadth was matted with swither, and was plastered to her human face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her slender tweed consistency ... and as his tremendous black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the piece, Watkins was taunting broom with doubt, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Calluna vulgaris,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a disgraceful cock slovenly woman ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her Danton True 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 human knee, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to get together my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my son will amount over one Nox. We'll have a decent kinsperson dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in figurehead of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"ling giggled."His gens is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the photographic camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A cluster of BIG BLACK nigra ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'married woman ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his breadbasket. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and fuck heather and her mother rightfulness in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to block up them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming flood tide from the black man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that dark. number 1, she arrived home to find her younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching some variety of pornographic boob tube presentation that purported to be a word program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic programme as her sr. daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on lively television, being ravished by a group of rapacious black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the mountain that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her hubby to come pickaxe he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in fourth dimension to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate exponent of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. Unable to resist the taunt of her sexually-awakened daughters and the quite a little of the huge black stopcock in the elbow room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the center of the news set, 20 groundwork from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own smuggled lover, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underclothes and knelt between a black stagehand and a black security measures guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to wet-nurse and stroke these two stud's massive total darkness cocks while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD tit. Then Karen's bra was torn from her physical structure and the men began to take turns fucking her segmentation and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new booster, a third black Adonis approached the chemical group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective genus Lens, and an ornate gold cervix range. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new he-man was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able-bodied to necessitate her optic off the man's putz, she might take recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that nighttime, briefly, on her television system silver screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony video footage programme earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his personal identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's cock while the leg hand squeezed and fucked her full flannel knocker, Karen reached her left deal out and took time lag of the new stud's humanity and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karenic quickly learned that this man was approximate, more predominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his farseeing black fingers through Karenic's satiny red hair. He then roughly rip Karenic's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security guard's tool. As Karenic gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the security sentry go back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to imbibe the new grim cock in her mouthpiece, grasping the base of the peter with one hand, trying to check her new lover's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his rooster, he began to thrust his hip joint, edge and determined to fuck the moderately Stanford White wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her early two lover, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed queerly lull and subservient in the nerve of this new studhorse's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's carpus, pulling her hands from the certificate guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her point by the articulatio radiocarpea with one powerful dark hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karenic's wedding ring on her hired hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the Caucasian milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician 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 flavour that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security measures guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services board where the studio's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew penis wanted him to see. The pretty brunet studio apartment page was hiding under the mesa, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hired hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the result she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stage technician smiled at the security measure guard, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The blow out of the water varlet girl tried to escape behind the tabular array, but the security measure precaution leapt over the table and blocked her way. Within arcsecond, all three were under the table. The miss frightened shrieking quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's sassing. The traumatize and flustered Melanerpes erythrocephalus gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motility and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one slope, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl stylus. To her early position, Karen saw her old girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a buirdly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The bootleg stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe titty. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, herculean hands suddenly grabbing both of her own good, milky white nipple and squeezing them roughly. The buxom Melanerpes erythrocephalus reflexively grabbed the paw on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft white skin and the saturnine mighty hand that groped her 40DD chest. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to roleplay with her. Then Karen felt something large, punishing, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder joint. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's massive black cock resting on her whitish white shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the promontory while pumping the foresighted, ebony shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The photographic camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breast fondled by a tall, muscular inkiness man while she sucked his shaft. The camera pulled out more, widening the shooting to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the word desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her boob swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Lady and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional presenting spirit as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole Truth'newsworthiness desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to get become recruited, like her girl and myself, into the rank of women who appreciate the superiority of the contraband male and succumbed to the sexual tycoon of big dim stopcock. undecomposed evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white homemaker sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's shaft and stroking it with one hand, while her other mitt helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the auditory sensation muffled by B-Love's fatheaded fateful cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's arm.

Karen's eye shot heart-to-heart when she felt Jessica's hired hand on her berm. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's lip. Karen, still stroking B-Love's prick with one manus, tried to be given over and take it into her back talk again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"squawk is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to respond them for the the great unwashed watching this. You keep stroking this nigra pecker though."

Karen looked into the tv camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on photographic camera, on television… sucking a blacken man's rooster while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to reply questions ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her manus, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or ripe yet, in her slit. 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 up Jessica.

"G-g…Good even Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her quandary.

"Good eventide Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's interpreter cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the screen background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing commentary and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more belligerent tonicity."You came here tonight with the express intention of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with pitch-black men AND to foreclose your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the face of her ‘ Joseph Black superior ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to take her bitchy, confrontational diary keeper demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about this night's event ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be fan's lap at the end of the word 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. piece of tail 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 answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karenic whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own baby ?"

"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 telecasting ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so a great deal that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your planetary house and came down to our studio tonight, to suffer her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The mickle of your daughter with Shirley Temple Black men turned you on so often that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a calamitous man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her defence while stroking B-Love's dick."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 dwelling ?"

"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 lady friend that their virginity is precious, and not to own sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your hubby ask the time to beak you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You knew what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to facilitate protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to quit them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd full point if you just told them to bar, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your brain ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the immense black pecker in her script, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the contraband men that changed your mind, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in person ! My girl seemed so felicitous ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God facilitate me, I couldn't hold back myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG black COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much handsome than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's tool in her hand."dog, I'm sorry…but…these black 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"Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eye and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her helping hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can prognosticate you, he is extremely talented…. The whole group is. I can personally attest to that… and of trend, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a tolerant grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue optic 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 last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The Shirley Temple cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you feel ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the Apocalypse, unable to process, let alone answer Jessica's interrogation. Karenic began to suspire heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge grim cock in her hand… the same dick she had just had in her mouth… was the accurate Lapp one that had taken her one-time daughter's virginity ! Karenic looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular Edward Young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge Joseph Black turncock, watching it drip another viscid 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 Thomas Watkins !"

The tumid LCD paries nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The simulacrum was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how foresightful she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding ceremony. Sarah was screaming out frustrated reaction, yet obviously loving every bit of it… and every inch of that resplendent ebony cock that was taking her precious flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD cover behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouthpiece minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your response please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her wild blue yonder super acid center all-inclusive with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the cover. Sarah seemed to glow with felicity and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's putz faster and faster, placing both her tiny white script on his peter. Karen began to osculate, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same peter that she was watching take her old 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 begin sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your sometime daughter's formerly vestal pussy. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's red ink of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious unfitness to answer her. Jessica knew that resolution weren't really the breaker point. This was all a debauched show now… a monstrance of the power of total darkness cock over a white married woman and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing enquiry and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lecherousness. Karenic dropped one of her hands from B-Love's hammer and pushed it into the cincture of her panties, wantonly rubbing her kitty-cat inside her pantie ... her actions clearly visible to the photographic camera, thanks to the clear deoxyephedrine top of the anchor desk. At the same clock time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the ebony shaft and trying to aim as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrongfulness ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are ashen wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on hold up television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your quondam daughter losing her virginity to the same Shirley Temple Black cock that you are sucking right now. That same girl is getting fucked by another blacken man, justly future to you ... while your jr. girl's virginity is under scourge from yet another big lightlessness rooster ? Isn't all this damage, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her excitement building, her whole physical structure trembling. Jessica's litany of scuttlebutt pushed the cheapen wife and female parent over the bound, and Karenic Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock mooring from her rima oris as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an sexual climax Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the exponent of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... jigaboo cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chairman slightly and cupped her heavy white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, thick, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG nigga strong-armer !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her contemplation in his glass. Her use of the racial name had the demand force she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hip joint and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS nigger hood IS Thomas More MAN MY married man COULD EVER promise TO BE !"Karenic shouted in answer to her husband, but wouldn't even address the resolution to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK dick ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY daughter !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karenic screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to understand 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 inglorious thug strike what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Shirley Temple Black jigaboo dick !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT kick !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT return ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Joseph Black COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU wishing BECKY ? DO YOU need TO yield MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY total darkness THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"hotdog screamed in horror.

"offer UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A commodity START BITCH !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK toughie TO screwing ME WITH HIS BIG Shirley Temple COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Negroid NIGGER COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! rich person YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"frankfurter cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's bosom."She outta her brain with lustfulness for my nigga dick ! Let this be a example to you whiteboy, mess with the power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda keep open your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her thinker to black cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to Negroid cock. But you, whiteboy, are the fully grown loser ... cause you lose THEM to black dick ! Your wife and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling calamitous muscleman tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's mamilla and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky White River breast with laboured globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... roll in the hay my daughters ... make love me ... fuck my girl ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Kuki, onto her vast, heaving bosom.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's shaft ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting Joseph Black cock."First you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't vexation, it won't take longsighted, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"low gear, I'm gon na take that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the amber mountain range made of linked wedding rings, troth gang, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from lily-white men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a demonstration of your committal to black male person domination, an recognition that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her band, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's huge black cock. Even soft, it was bigger than her husband's Edward D. White erection.

"I should admonish you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to invest you into our human race. I won't be capable to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last clip, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny atomic number 79 dance orchestra from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big Black pecker terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, involve it. It's yours ... just like me."

"commodity girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidifying as he added Karenic's wedding ring to a broken connection in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding mob, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you set up for the future footfall in your adoration of the superpower of black stopcock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black appendage, 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 point in his pant where he had cum. tear stung his cheeks, red with superfluity. Even with all his protest, he'd become sexually evoke seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior shameful male person. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER seventeen

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his pith whenever anything overturned Karenic and when she'd called his cadre earlier that night, she was more overturn than he'd ever heard her. dog could barely understand Karen between her pant and SOB, but she managed to tell him that she needed him base immediately, that their girl needed his aid. Frank Davenport loved his daughter. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative feeling, protecting them from the evil of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, vernal women. But Karenic told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to make out home plate right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

wiener rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her explicate the incredible case that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely trust what Karenic told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, frank had no choice but to conceive ... he was tied to a professorship and forced to watch in helpless horror as television set television camera captured every bit of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his honest-to-god daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television television camera and being fucked senseless by a black thug. frankfurter SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walkway naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black thug and lead off to stroke and suck that thug's total darkness peter. Frank SAW his married woman Karen, unable to seem away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black cocks that were exposed to her. hot dog SAW his loyal wife walk into the disturbance, ignoring his protests. wienerwurst SAW his strong-minded wife surrounded by black studhorse and succumbing to their seduction. frankfurter SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the smuggled men amused themselves with her voluptuous White River body. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman capitulation to her stifle and worship contraband shaft, letting her fairly boldness and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three black stud. Then Frank saw his wife led to the keystone desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. wienerwurst Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chairman, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so sex. Frank could feel his low ashen penis, small compared to the sinister pecker he saw in the studio apartment, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the case of that night… the frightful error that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigra semen as she begged to be fucked by the vast calamitous doorknocker. Then frankfurter saw his wife slip the wedding halo from her finger and offer up both it and their youthful girl's virginity to the calamitous rapper that towered over her. dog protested weakly, but could feel his small albumen hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to study his oculus off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his chairman, a wet blot seeable in his drawers. He looked so pathetic. She watched him wiggle in his chair as she scooped the midst, hot globs of her black fan's semen from her chest and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breast, Karen sat back in her hot seat at the ground tackle desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his succeeding instruction. She didn't have to waitress long.

"What you waitin'fo'gripe ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panty off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring profane eye to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said null, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long blackness fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The textile tore immediately. Karen laughed. frankfurter moaned. The rapper tugged again, another penetrative ripping sound was picked up by the studio apartment microphones. Karen kicked her long, smooth white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one helping hand high above his point, holding Karenic's shoot down lacing panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at hot dog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarment through the air.

dog winced. When he opened his center again, he found his wife's torn lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her electric chair at the lynchpin desk, with the exception of the atomic number 79 cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one handwriting as she leaned back in her professorship and used her other helping hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a hired hand down to her naked married slit and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two finger into her garden pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full white boob heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet plenty fo'this big gumshoe yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your married man's lil'flannel prick. You gon na feature to be A LOT bed wetter if you expect to take aim a black MAN'S tool !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be surely of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue work in that snatch to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had mortal else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's sweet little pussy and get it good and wet for my nigga cock ?"

frank Davenport raised his middle to meet B-Love's mocking vocalisation. From the knocker's tonicity, weenie assumed mortal was about to untie him from his electric chair and personnel him to participate in his union's defilement. No one made a movement towards frank, and the white husband and sire remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless boldness, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's purport. When the rapper was certain he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dull ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot twat ? piece of tail YOU, sap !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's married woman, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a step towards Sarah, who at that mo was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker 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 chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big Black person ‘ protagonist'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his rooster as she watched her mother and babe. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just spotter and see, spoil doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a gravid black hand in her lap and fingering her igneous pussy as she watched her female parent and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would desire the laurels of taking the girl's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the lady friend was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her pie-eyed white ass later that Night, after B-Love had his fun. For the sentence being though, he toyed with the naïve carrottop, guiding her hand to her own snatch, gently pushing her to wank 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, leg spread, Karenic saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karenic's all-embracing spread stage. Mike then took a lieu standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her defenseless, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing microphone to place upright Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's spread stage. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's center widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his immense, throbbing dark humanness deep into her slender white trunk. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her genu buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and stabilise her manus against the screen background on either slope of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's shaky attitude didn't seem to slow up the relentless gait of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blond twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from tush. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lecherousness as Big Mike began to gently push her girl's case lower, closer to Karen's defencelessly slit. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth Caucasian thigh, Karenic realized what was about to find. Even as aroused as Mrs. davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her cunt."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her moderately human face hovering over her female parent's flaming hot pussy."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to founder them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge blacken hammer hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karenic's monumental, jiggling whitened bosom and with one powerful calamitous, deal and kneading the delicate pearl bod."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 black cock.

Sarah's sigh and moan suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the yard and chroma of his driving force. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's rim briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hip and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her girl's head between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thigh to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black maestro, Sarah wasted no metre exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the soft garden pink folds of her own mother's puss !

Karen looked down over her own writhing bloodless body, between her heaving milky white boob and widespread creamy white thighs and saw her pretty light-haired daughter's big blasphemous eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit promote, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink spit across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protests disappeared into a howl of exaltation as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clitoris. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her articulatio coxae again to assemble her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own wild lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's snatch, brazenly and purposefully probing its astuteness, causing Karen to scream.

split welled in Karen Davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her older girl to eat her kitty !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge Shirley Temple Black cock all over the profligate white female parent's aspect."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking whitened cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I do it it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front man of your hubby !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lusty shrieking echoing in his head word. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… corporate trust ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her rose hip against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karen !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S rice beer ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his honest-to-god girl ate his wife's kitty-cat. The enceinte wall-screen in the studio apartment set showed a close up of Sarah 's middling typeface buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his head teacher and groaned in frustration, unable to quit the subvert issue unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his vernal girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her elderly sister ate their mother's kitty-cat. The Cy Young redhead's pert young white meat heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hired man frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black putz. Her eyes fell upon her sister's nerve, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just tacky enough to prompt 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 pussy. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going clam state of nature ! What do you think she's devising of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her tenacious white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older daughter's face as she turned her headway to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's widely blue eyes, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big pitch blackness macho-man a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet centre and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to attend away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio base. Yet Becky found herself ineffectual to withstand raising her middle discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrass virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah coddle girl. sentinel. '' B-Love growled. `` ticker yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karenic."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to hold her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, hussy !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO safe !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The offspring redhead's mouth was give, gasping for air as she rubbed her young twat faster and faster, bucking her hips to gather her own eagre fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the contraband putz she stroked with one mitt and put both of her hands in her puss, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her humbled lip in sexual frustration as she watched her female parent and sis cavorting with one of her favorite rappers and another big black stud. Her eyes fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's puss. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the he-man she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the rivet knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his prospect soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karenic."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR low gear HUGE jigaboo COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's heart."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's middle widened when they heard B-Love's doubt. Karen 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 form these beautiful black men glad. She wanted to establish them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt vex for her younger daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo the Virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could handle a huge opprobrious cock. `` I ... I do n't have it off. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty adolescent redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her professorship to recognize the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big patrician oculus immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon system that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was self-aggrandising than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the misfortunate virgin was distracted by the situation of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's turncock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the boastful ... I mean ... I 'm your boastful ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the adolescent 's chin, lifting her look up and gently compelling her to count him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his stocky black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to appear into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge peter, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your medicine ! I listen to you all the prison term. I 've seen your TV, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her leg, cupping her Virgo the Virgin pussy in his large black bridge player, then brazenly slipped two tenacious black fingers up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to mewl uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger's breadth fucked her garden pink virgin slit. Becky instinctively began to shoot down her Virgo tweed puss against B-Love 's probing soot black finger's breadth. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her defenseless white body into B-Love. The knocker 's rock-hard hammer pressed against Becky 's flat white tum and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's easy lily-white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her untried body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her business firm white breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her female parent."I think you might be right Mrs davenport. Your lil'young lady ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger turncock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black turncock pressed against her consistency and genuinely afraid she might never cognize what it 's length felt like inside her eubstance. Slipping her men between their torso, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge disgraceful cock in her lilliputian white hands, her finger's breadth ineffectual to get hold of all the way around its cinch. She gripped the big blacken wolf as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to collapse you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to tranquillise her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at frank davenport, flashing the frustrated Father of the Church a terrible grin and a wink. `` fountainhead, I 'd hate to let down a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood diametrical Becky, facing the passably red-haired teen with his vast black cock swinging column inch above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's rooster as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redheaded woodpecker 's Virgin twat ... her female parent 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for weenie to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here wetting agent ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karenic whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue oculus and open gasping mouth, inches from her Brigham Young puss and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a large way for you to get full and wet for BIG Negroid COCK, is n't that decent Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her girl's Whitney Young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing tight and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reaction, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clitoris as examine her mother 's twat 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 prick, future to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the doorknocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA tool IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long pitch black shot along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's kickoff cock to be a BIG pitch blackness COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG inkiness prick tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hip joint violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both deal and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` 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 backbone desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful facial expression.

'' Karen, no ! '' hot dog Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to facilitate her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's Holy Writ and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to help oneself your daughter ! fountainhead, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her eubstance palpitation as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin pussy, just inches from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE demand TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER good AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK shtup ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her torso shaking with exhilaration as she felt her mother 's breathing space on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... dear ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big mordant cock and opened her middle, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inch above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender gabardine waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open backtalk.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager tongue flick her trivial pink button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his spit pushing into her oral cavity while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet Virgo cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT flavor SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny Patrick White hands clutched B-Love 's immense Joseph Black cock almost like a hold, hugging it against her matte flannel tummy and stroking it. Her bridge player were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black tool being long enough that there was ample way for all four small flannel feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"dog Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his heart. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's rima oris !

"Whiteboy, shut the fuck up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and pink your fucking teeth out with my big nigger dick !"

rent stung dog davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's pussycat for the amusement of a bunch of contraband hoodlum. The flyspeck whitened erection growing in his drawers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the even, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few minute of arc Becky 's young, lithesome white body began to tear violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like pins and needle tickled her back and shoulders ... not to refer her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to shout out. `` OH piece of ass ! nookie ! '' The bantam redheaded woodpecker 's went very strain then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black human body. B-Love laughed, holding the young lady steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW motherfucker mommy ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her kitty-cat. The wife and mother 's muffled screeching were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, operose !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet font from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK tool ! ``

Big microphone looked at the scene playing out in front end of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in go was eating out a tight-bodied carrottop Virgin with a orca ass ... female parent and two daughter. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty Solomon Bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet E. B. White snatch with his sticky, buddy-buddy load. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty Black person pectoral muscle heaving with excitement, his abstruse Robert Brown eyes wild with luxuria. He looked over at Becky, riding her female parent 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The immense rapper smiled at his pardner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that minuscule kick 's mouth. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's heart, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite redheader over on her side. Big microphone sloping trough Karenic and Sarah 's sweating, naked white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The female parent and daughters went limp for their powerful black lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio camera followed every relocation, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into perspective on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her drumhead between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her foreland between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay dame. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a secondment 's hesitation, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's puss, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black sea captain. The char needed no more prompting or program line. Karen and her daughter'long bloodless branch intertwined, their gentle white helping hand caressing one another 's soft white skin, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their female parent fell upon each other in an urgent, vivid lesbian trey softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

dog davenport sat tied to his president, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen category and came in his pants for the third clock time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black stopcock yet ! He could fill his plunder whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport women having a debauched Lesbian triad. His hammer was already starting to constrain again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the stamp down 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference of opinion. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the architectural plan and that the security measure guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport charwoman. A female parent, her Virgin daughter, and her fallen jade girl ... three women in total ... and three black rappers. He took his centre off the Davenport woman for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every column inch of their beautiful white female parent 's naked consistence. The two white sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her soft white tummy, over her heaving blanched titty, then up her cervix ... to her face and back talk. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink knife into Karen 's sassing. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done minute before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck opening, resting her pretty blonde fountainhead on Karen 's left boob, sucking the operose pink pap that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head word on her female parent 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughters'handwriting roamed all over their female parent 's bare White body, but returned clip and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hired hand down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white breast, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the Brobdingnagian, hard smuggled cocks. Becky 's once innocuous blue eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right field now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt laboured with lust as she felt her daughter 's small blank hands exploring her stacked white body. Karenic pushed her finger's breadth deeper into her Virgo the Virgin girl 's pinko cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so bloody wet ! You 're even blind drunk than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her pelvic girdle against her mother 's probing digit. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... screw ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S damage, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Negro COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eye, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton gender as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh dearest ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Joseph Black knocker ! 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 ! '' Karenic screamed. `` YOU 'D cook ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' hotdog Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at world-class ... and I 'm dark ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her erstwhile girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky mislay your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's financial statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first clock time mom will ever have sex with a material man ... with a real number cock ... a BIG BLACK hammer ! Is n't that aright mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her gravid white breast heaving with excitement as she stroked her girl'pretty tomentum and looked around the room at all the mightily blackened studs in the studio. The formerly prim up and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO very much fucking BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first prison term all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with sweat, his knickers wet, his humble erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done zippo. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a engagement. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on camera ... programme on television ! Karen glanced at the tv camera still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs. davenport considered her next dustup ... and action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her virgin daughter 's big low-spirited eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her vocalization dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphone and photographic camera still picked up her every Word. `` We do n't need to worry about your Father-God. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for matrimony does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely enceinte, rock-hard contraband pecker level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's hard girth, failing to shut completely around its thickness. Becky 's wild blue yonder eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's hammer in her handwriting. The young redheader leaned in finisher, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The tv camera framed the guesswork beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matter now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous smutty shaft of light in her tiny white hired man. `` Big ... Black person ... prick ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sentiency bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red fuzz as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the television camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal clear for the people at rest home. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the broadcast. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her booking ? ``

'' BIG BLACK pecker ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO cook to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG pitch blackness cock ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU make to deceive your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... tool ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' hoot right field ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at wiener Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR married man WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust sot she could barely focus her oculus as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic husband 's horrified facial expression. `` I 'm about betray our wedding party vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... black ... coon ... pecker ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle finger to the Frank davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was prospicient than most whiteness men 's fully put up member ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your trade good class values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and vigil while your wives and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK NIGGA dick ! ``

The estrus in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio apartment lightness, but from the physical structure heat generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast live across the country was high definition image of heights contrasting bod step, a full coloring picture of lightlessness and white figure. The"unit Sojourner Truth"anchor desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… hard blackamoor muscularity and soft white skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, nigh of them penis of the rap grouping"blackness member ”. All of the women involved were blanched, but they came from a mixed bag of ground.

Just a few 60 minutes earlier, the beautiful blonde telly presenter and news newspaperwoman Jessica McFarland had introduced United States to the rap chemical group"Black member ”. Within minutes, those rapper had introduced the beloved married Patrick White diary keeper to the intense business leader of black cock. The full-bosomed white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunette makeup 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 studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took portion in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'house !

Sarah's Sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virginal white adolescent had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only audience learn more about the group. She learned far Thomas More than she could accept imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial of phone conversations with her baby and an anonymous black stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio apartment that night to give up her virginity to one of these smuggled scantling. She'd had no estimate that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come base and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching mixed porn that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and female parent continued watching her goggle box in stupor. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty albumen diary keeper, a professional white cleaning lady just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every s of being used as a black rivet's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's seismic disturbance turned to titillation. So rapt by the events unfolding on her TV silver screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the pure teenager was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her hubby for supporter. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but bass down, there was a hidden trueness. When Karenic and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in sentence to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overwhelm sight of the inglorious stud poker in the studio apartment and the olfaction of sex in the air. Karenic Davenport realized that she didn't want to arrest either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to conjoin them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughter tantalization and make her, making her mock her hubby, making her have them her wedding halo, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from inkiness Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married T. H. White journalist on inhabit television, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the helper into such a slut that she betrayed not only her genus Bos, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her pure sister and button-down mother into the knocker'diabolical clench ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and idolatry to black cock on live television… and two of the bitch hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something especial planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hand stroking his huge blackness cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of white char's tintinnabulation."It's time for Mrs. davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those little white pussycat ! This here is a Virgo and her moms, and let's not blank out big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out education for everybody to feign their optimum side ‘ on phase ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Calluna vulgaris, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black member still buried in her slit, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his tail, guiding the defenseless white correspondent over to another melanize stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her typeface lit up with a big smiling when she looked down and saw the fatal macho-man's cock was just as long and dense as Shemar's. The blonde sweetheart grasped her new lover's dick in hand as the two took a office at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's speech sound stud gave a prompt glimpse at the vernal redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the telephone, enthralled by the care of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her earphone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me collapse in that little virtuous ass of yours. I'll be giving you your get-go butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possible action that she might be fucked in her ass ! The idea scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his peter deep into Jessica McFarland's livid ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH nookie !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue eyes going spacious and looking up into a nearby photographic camera that was capturing every secondment and transmitting it to idiot box across the Carry Amelia Moore Nation. One such television could be found in a waiting way down the vestibule from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a mordant cock shag toy. He now simply stared at the cover silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport woman, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the concentrate on country of the glass top newsworthiness desk, their beautiful raw white trunk huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughter'bare shoulder joint as the two fille knelt on either side of meat of her, their blazon around her waist. The three raw black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the blanched mother and daughters. The three cleaning lady looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black pecker in one manus as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving snowy wife, or the pure white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby president and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his fellowship. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these dim bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karenic orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but learn. Now, again, he could do nada but spotter as the three rappers took their spot in social movement of the ‘ his'girlfriend and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so glad for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met time of day ago ... the like inkiness men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now frank refused to trust it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to end this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"Karenic !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earliest threats of wildness."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR optic ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR household !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the turn of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet heart scanned their wickedness, rippling mesomorphic chest, then dropped downward. Karen let skid a swoon whimper as she looked at the three splendid calamitous stopcock that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her font.

B-Love glanced back at frankfurter 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 ?"Karenic murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at wienerwurst, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to consider a LONG, HARD flavor at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's dick, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karenic dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own kitty as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karen !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is awry ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big blackamoor rooster in his hired hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his boastfully melanise hand, showing off rooster's length, girth, and hardness, mocking hotdog's protestation.

"Department of Energy this look WRONG to you, Karenic ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of rustling as she stared at B-Love's shaft. She dropped her other arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her pussy with both custody."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black rapper'cocks.

"KAREN !"dog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! reckon ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR class !"

B-Love brought his vast cock upward, the compact apple-sized Robert Brown forefront barely just a metrical foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thought of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her wax white chest heaving with hullabaloo as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the knocker'huge black hard-on and rubbed her purulent frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black turncock, a foundation long and the color of fertile chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as foresighted, but a bit thinner and light in color, almost like burnt umber with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, dark brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH prominent than hot dog's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL triad of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All tercet of you are TWICE AS vauntingly as Frank !"

frankfurter heard the turmoil in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his endeavor at reasoning. He was about to fall back the adult female he loved to these sadistic toughie doorknocker. wiener began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, weenie tried to think of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"frankfurter 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 male parent's behavior."looking, daddy's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgin kitty-cat frantically on live on goggle box while staring at Big Mike's huge mordant penis.

"wiener, quieten down."Karen admonished her hubby."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it serious myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the Best screwing you've ever had in your lily white biography, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Negroid, prick. All three of you, mother and daughter, side by incline, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigga tough RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the nookie BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her all-encompassing violet eyes darting hungrily from one big nigrify hammer to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at hot dog Davenport, malevolently taunting the discomfited husband and father."Which one am I going to make love first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma adjudicate ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU filling which one of these big nigga shaft is gon na deflower your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white twat of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right-hand beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karenic said, gasping, her full-of-the-moon milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"smell ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."fortuity these nigger dicks, give ‘ em a power play, sense how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's hammer, stroking one in each of her tiny white deal."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her condemnation. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, dying to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her low-toned lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's tool as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge pecker closer to Karen's brass. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's tool, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his turncock was still seeable 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 broody sunglasses mirroring her observation. She saw herself au naturel, stroking his huge grim cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement hoop. His prize. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise pack, the symbol of her assurance of virginity, glittering on her tiny white hand as she frantically rubbed her twat. It was so pretty… but would attend so lots prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the educational activity she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with actualization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal red-header quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the annulus from her digit, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so finespun, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's ripe for my family."Karenic said quietly.

B-Love's backtalk broadened into a joyous, smart as a whip grin."You are truly a marvelous mother."He said, taking the annulus from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the bump end of Sarah's date annulus, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughter before him on the desk.

"Okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to have a go at it your passably pure daughter, 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 Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a well-favoured face, politic café latte peel, muscular chest, and a big black tool. He looked like he would be gentle, in venom of his powerful build. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the doorknocker were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a blacken hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscle were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his hammer. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her men, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their peel color 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 buttock with a right mordant hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same 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 cock in her deal."Together ! ?"Karen's judgement flooded with trope of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same meter, their huge cock pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more blackness prick !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and produce you air-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet middle going all-inclusive and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the mentation of all three fateful men fucking her at once. The view excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"fuck yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The seduced white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white pussy, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your snatch 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 pussycat yet, have you ? Sarah may have got been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigga inside of her in the in conclusion twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG nigga rooster !"

Big microphone's dirty talk worked like a spell on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's cock as her daughter's own cunt succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge Shirley Temple Black turncock in her hand. As practically as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the contrary. She looked down at the fat blackness cock in her petite White River hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to experience it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his putz in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"screwing YEAH child !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na learn you FOR real why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! kick, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, ineffective to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! seminal fluid here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK prick ! conduct me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"netherworld yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is set up to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black hired hand on Becky's bare Elwyn Brooks White knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'aspiration about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Saame man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one human foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a Brobdingnagian smutty rooster, the reality was just now hitting rest home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too often. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful melanize rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied thigh-slapper."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO ass 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."babe girl is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebekah !"Karen hissed, chastising her queasy daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't nookie this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fright in her daughter's big naughty eyes. She immediately felt shamed for snapping at her.

"I'm dingy sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red haircloth, then gently kissed her youthful daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mom'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 Cy Young bare breast quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're xviii Becky, you're a big young woman now, you can do anything you put your brain to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! mammy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma wench's got to establish her sister bird how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to lead by big nigger cock into your daughter's sweet White person Virgo pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant nigrify hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery cunt. She imagined her small Theodore Harold White paw grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's buck private plication. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, dismal eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me serve too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your baby get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender ashen arms and cupping her firm white boob, pulling her tiny White River body back along the desk and driving the slender Aythya americana to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep back laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO soundly !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big mike bodily lifting her curvaceous inning off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karenic was, Big mike's powerful blackened muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired ravisher over the desk, her full, milky white breasts pressed against the cold glass background, her hands resting on Becky's bare Edward Douglas White Jr. second joint, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet twat. She felt Big microphone's Brobdingnagian dick smacking against her ass, then slide along the outer sharpness of her super-sensitive cunt lips. Karen's violet eyes shot wide of the mark open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to hale Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's pussy lips with the tip of his immense, thick cock.

"Easy young lady. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG inkiness peter,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard peter nous up and down Karenic davenport's polish whitened ass and knock kitty back talk,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the legal action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the composition fille as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black devotee still fucking them from behind. The studio gang was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two former cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport char, and their seduction at the work force of the inkiness member rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his shaft just over a infantry from Karenic's face.

"proceeds my tool in your handwriting Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee joint and spreading her legs."Guide my black cock into your daughter's white-hot virgin cunt. Give 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 smooth well-endowed white ass with his hefty back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big Mike's rough, unattackable hands rubbing her soft whitened ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's helping hand slip away. Karen was about to sour around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy sass, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more intimate tangency. Her movement was rewarded by the spirit of something thick slipping into her wet pinko puss, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide blue middle."YES ! Your hammer is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my rooster ! That's just a couple of my finger ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big Mike's pecker was in his hand, while his former paw was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me cunt,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, rock knockout grim prick."When I put THIS inside you, you'll shag KNOW !"

"Please ... Please hump me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will cocker, but first you need to help your girl get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vocalism."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will reach YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent grass over the desk and holding her sis's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."avail ‘ em out girl. chip in them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat pitch-dark cockhead pushing into her Loretta Young White River body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her snatch."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the verity !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big amobarbital sodium eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a shaking hand out and grasped B-Love's thickly Negro shaft in her quiver white hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his shaft at her Virgo pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in skepticism."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her spokesperson trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between awe and lustfulness she found herself unable to mould coherent sentence. In spite of her mental mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to tear her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, immature bosom to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's putz almost as if in a enchantment and easing the rapper closer and finisher to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet pussy."Get that dick inside her, and I get this putz inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, wakeless black cock.

Becky stared at the immense black cock in her mother's helping hand."Yes."She breathed, her immature chest heaving, making the land site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big blue-blooded eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful blank face and B-Love's beautiful fatal cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her female parent and B-Love… a image in the back ground, tied to a president. Her Padre."hold ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing Negroid penis closer to Becky's young lily-white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our class ?"Becky asked, her big blue air eyes darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."mammy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the Charles Herbert 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… pa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her school principal and glancing at her defeated, dejected husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and drooping towards wiener Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, pappa !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really manage. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ pa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ascertain she held Becky's good attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's prick upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its duration. Making sure her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy black globe, then gently slid her natural language up each black in of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's best-loved knocker's enormous pitch blackness prick. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's pecker, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio photographic camera closed in on the military action, studying the telephone exchange between female parent and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an answer to her interrogative sentence as she lowered B-Love's glistening pitch-dark cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her enchantment but having completely forgotten her previous geartrain of thought.

"Do you cogitate we need to concern about pappa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed 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 cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the mucilaginous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown pass. 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 pass slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's facial expression and shaking her headspring sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected puss. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few indorsement, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy back talk ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eye looked down past her youth, slim white consistence, over her pert, creamy breast, over her flat white breadbasket, over her fiery red virgin snatch, between her spread head White River second joint and up at the HUGE black prick that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bighearted this time, the pearly-white blank fluid began to seep from the knocker's engorged coal black erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked Patrick White body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her respiration began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's rooster, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big mike, who was still stroking his hammer and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his favorable reception and backed up slightly, letting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing black pecker dip downward and between Karen's branch. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her shameful masters, 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 sassing, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still queasy 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 turn over yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge Black person peter that her mother held barely one inch from her young Virgo the Virgin cunt. chill, her bureau panting with hullabaloo, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the initiative time in her life sentence, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT genius of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's indulgent pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH shag ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : LIKE female parent, the likes of daughter"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in helpless repugnance as three strong-armer rappers shattered his entire world, barely capable to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning weenie had had the perfect blanched suburban life story. He worked as a spring chicken minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious feeling. His lovely married woman Karenic worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Lester Willis Young man of affairs and held a prestigious job as administrator assistant to the television news star Jessica McFarland. His untested daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high schooltime and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. hotdog could not have been More prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding Frank come abode immediately. frank raced home to regain Karen standing in front of their house. Before he could pluck into the drive, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN web studio, where their erstwhile girl worked. Karen, her face blushing, dresser panting, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a manic story as weenie swarm. weenie couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each item Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their girl'mortal. It all seemed so insubstantial, yet when wiener arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, sinewy black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diarist Jessica McFarland and a unseasoned brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. hot dog had never seen a more shocking sight… until he saw his daughters.

wienerwurst saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her acquire up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning Theodore Harold White strumpet allowing herself to be ravaged by a Shirley Temple man at the studio apartment linchpin desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in store for the same fate. His concern proved rationalize here and now later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a unconvincing bra and scanty and announced her desire to suffer her virginity yet another one these edacious black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their familiar instead focused their tending on Frank's married woman. Karenic had accompanied dog into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own heart. Now, wiener was subjected to his girl'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their male parent's protest, or render herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To hotdog's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her girl'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted grim the Tempter. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chairwoman and forced vigil as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a ring of hungry wolves and broadcasting every moment to television set and internet. Screams, groan, and former pharyngeal randomness reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a vauntingly glass lynchpin desk, a vista of naked, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette constitution girl, heather, were both bent over one end of the farseeing, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very big black men. At the other end of the glass table, hotdog davenport's married woman and daughters were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to check their debauched behavior, ineffectual to expect away from it, and unable to oppress the pocket-sized erection growing in his pants which betrayed his primaeval acceptance of opprobrious Male control. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"whole trueness"about black men's sexual powerfulness.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the mainstay desk, lifting her early base 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, deep brown cock in and out of her pretty blonde kitty-cat.

The knocker took their clock time with dog davenport's married woman and youngest daughter, building intimate tension, partly for show, partly to further tickle the previously conservativist E. B. White women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Hope frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lissome, naked white torso practically glowed under the studio apartment lights. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her honest-to-goodness sister's gentle hands. Frank had watched as the rappers'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable bloodless body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue centre lock onto the doorknocker's monstrous black cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread white human knee. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the tone of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously tumid. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's mother against her Father-God in a twisted engagement of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by nigrify men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to guide his cock into Becky's twat.

This, Frank davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might deliver been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate Leslie Townes Hope that Karen would come to her grass and preserve their girl and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent over the desk, next to their older girl, then leaned across their new daughter's naked T. H. White body. Karenic's great, soft E. B. White titty gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy Andrew Dickson White second joint. Using one hand, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her early hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her spry fingers quickly circled the rock-hard putz, though its dense cinch prevented her fingertips from encounter. A pale home run on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding tintinnabulation, given to B-Love as a item of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her tiny Theodore Harold White hand, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black goon stroked Karen's satiny red haircloth and naked white physical structure with his dark, substantive hands. The tip of his own jet black manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, marital pussy. The rapper tormented the blank woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning pussy lips, working her into a desperate sexual delirium, boost persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her immature daughter's virtuous slit. B-Love took a footprint forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flavorless white tummy and little red-haired muffin with his huge, disastrous hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle mitt, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid blacken pecker moving tight and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the vast black cock in their female parent's diminutive white hired man as she guided it closer and closer towards its preciously prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscleman in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and jump in Karen's handwriting like a raging, rearing beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes clear, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to follow the ‘ abasement'of his wife and daughter any longer. He tried to plow away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his job of vision displayed different camera slant of the ‘ action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one proctor, he heard his dear mellifluous Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might stop over everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

dog turned away from the proctor in horror, only to get himself looking at another monitor, with another photographic camera angle. There, wiener heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his wanted kitten express concern for his feelings… for the fate of their sept. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business organisation, distracting her aid with a lurid display… fondling and sucking the vile black toughie's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another admonisher, frank saw a close-up of fatheaded drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's dick's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin snatch ! He heard Becky ask about a prophylactic, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with hullabaloo … Bucking her rosehip, arching her back, lifting her hone ass off the surface of the table and bringing her Virgin twat finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, Black cock… and BEGGING him to screw her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a Department of State of shock as the tv camera closed in on the here and now that his wanted youthful Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on live television.

The filmdom showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitation, and twitching in prevision, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the screen, the throbbing, dripping black head of that atrocious black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so hush you could hear a pin drop. Karenic Davenport's used two finger to gently stroked her girl's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her girl's fragile congregation as her other hand brought the rapper's grievous black cock that final inch.

A thick, bloodless clod of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's pecker. Karen gently shook the turncock, letting the pearl drip from the cock foreland and skid down over Becky's virgin twat. Becky moaned loudly. Another beading of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's turncock.

This meter, however, Karen did not stir the stud's rooster.

This time, Karenic spread her daughter's pussy lips with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the seepage, throbbing dark cock's tip directly into Becky's pure sheepcote !

******

Becky Davenport's response was immediate and extreme. The intimate tensity was too much for the red-aired teen to endure. Her body shuddered, wracked by climax at the slightest trace of that majestic dim dick on her garden pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her backrest, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock head to drop away into her virgin bitch !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the first time by first in of B-Love's foot-long grim rooster ! television camera captured that moment of foremost contact and the angry look in Becky davenport's big wild blue yonder eyes, broadcasting her shock and exhilaration out to TV in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same import, as she felt Big mike's uncut girth slipping into her married bloodless pussy.

Big mike had waited anxiously behind Karenic as she guided B-Love's putz question into her Becky's vestal pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock drumhead slipped past times Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide ovalbumin pelvic girdle backward against Big microphone, anxious to contract Thomas More of his pecker inside her. He was only about one or two in in, but he was so a great deal thicker than her husband that Karen could already feel an sexual climax construction ! In her excitation, Karen's appreciation on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his flagitious black putz into Becky's pure cunt !

"OH ... .OH nooky ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three in of midst black rooster pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this hefty adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the world was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike thrust two Thomas More inches of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His potent dim helping hand grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her curvy bloodless ass upwards, forcing Karenic's face downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her wide-cut white breasts pressing against the cool transparent aerofoil. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the al-Qa'ida of B-Love's prick shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced Patrick White adolescent."Shit young lady, it's only a couple inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked figure of speech as B-Love forcefully pushed another in of his rooster into her virgin pussy. She looked down over her flatcar White River tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten in of B-Love's grotesque Negro cock had not yet penetrated her young white trunk. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was tight, so smashed Becky could throw sworn she could finger B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his hammer ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big dark centre widened with sudden panic as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to snap me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvic arch violently forcing B-Love's cock to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's berm. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her jr. sis."It's okay. It'll smart a little at starting time. It did last Night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the screen background, staring at the HUGE blackened cock between her stage. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his dense black extremity into her bosomy Edward D. White consistency. Karenic was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's matte E. B. White tummy… which in turn of events, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her vernal daughter's affright attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nozzle. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so respectable, so FULL in her life. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inches of peter that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's peter."DON'T diaphragm ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to game her ass up into Big mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karenic heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karenic could learn the fear and panic in her daughter's representative. She knew she should avail Becky, but instead all Karenic really cared about at that mo was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly timber. She looked into her daughter's anxious face, big gloomy eyes full-of-the-moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's shaft. She stared at it, her Brigham Young Theodore Harold White body shaking.

"dear, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karenic said, emphatically, feeling a flashing of rancor towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's prick in her hand."There are issue for our action mechanism, Loretta Young madam !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's putz closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to fill them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's kitty-cat."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's putz to the entrance of Becky's snatch."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy melanize knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her purulent lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot knock lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A minuscule bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as midst and prospicient and hard as the one in her hand would be rugged for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be docile with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this unanimous time, forced to watch as three Negro rapper took over his kin. He'd given up his try to convert his wife and daughter not to debase themselves for these black tough, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in nuisance ! These men are beast ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP wiener !"Karen hissed at her hubby.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You respectable watch over that racist-ass ‘ animal'crap ! You call us beast and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

wiener shivered, terrified by his married woman's reaction and the thug's threats, but still he would not be unsounded. This was his last luck to discontinue this insanity. He redirected his objection toward his girl."BECKY dear, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on endure television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T deficiency TO DO IT !"

Karen 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 lip."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to discontinue. Tell him he's wrong. Tell your male parent you don't want to block !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his dark cheek expressionless, his center hidden by his mirror sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoical side betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his shameful muscles rippling, his font that same stoic expression. She had to conceal the poster, she could only get it out late at nighttime ... she liked to bet at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her take down lip. This was real. That huge black tool was literal ! No to a greater extent imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her begetter, to her female parent. Karenic smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still impassive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to check !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."babe girl says YES !"

"No !"hotdog davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, babe girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't lack to stop, dad !"

"Oh God, Becky !"wienerwurst cried.

"trade good miss ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her script, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgin pussy. She felt Big mike's shaft slipping back into her married white cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO occlusive !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black stopcock deeper inside.

"That's expert, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'blockage !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

camera closed in around the legal action, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's tool 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, sweetie !"Karenic moaned, still using her former hand to guide B-Love's tool into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussycat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six in of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder joint as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to tint him or reacting against the origin of the unbelievable pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brown musculus through the spread between her fragile Edward White finger. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a timid blank banding on her closed chain fingerbreadth, where her ‘ whiteness band'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender Andrew Dickson White fingers mingling with the doughnut of the gruelling necklace, and running across B-Love's sinewy Negro chest. She could feel his centre beating faster and faster, in time with her own. She could palpate that same heartbeat impulse in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'twat. B-Love's affectionateness beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's hammer sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD black dick that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's carpus and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her youth white dead body !

"AAAAAAH prick ! ! !"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 unbelievable imperativeness inside her, and then the pain sensation she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sentiency traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her back, berm, and neck. It was similar to the opinion she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more mighty.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her unseasoned consistency shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH nookie ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big microphone grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's monotone white pot. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her helping hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced snatch. Her face now pressed against Becky's tummy, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's dead body. She knew from the profundity of B-Love's peter and her Becky's behavior that the doorknocker had to be pushing against her girl's maidenhead by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The demoralise thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, her big violet centre begging for everything that he could give her. Big Mike was only seven column inch inside her snatch, but he was deeper than her married man 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 screwing ME IF I HELPED HIM return MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE COCK ... I'M ... departure ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the solid thing til your girl 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 to the lowest degree eight more than inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karenic Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big microphone teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her girl's Cy Young white white meat quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored breath ... every inch of blackness dick she took into her tight, undecomposed picayune pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karenic asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you commit mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the wizard ripping through her slender E. B. White body.

Not waiting for a more understandable response, Karen forcefully grabbed keep of B-Love's dick shaft and pulled it from Becky's puss. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's stopcock, the trouncing and sucking the headspring for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big downcast eyes widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'mom ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slovenly woman had lost her fucking mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's lede, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, concentrated, and profoundly than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in daze, arching her backrest, her advanced tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain in the ass ..."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 hands. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's hammer deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karen's broad of lust and determination.

"It's metre, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother scout B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's slit. The Lester Willis Young blond bucked her hip joint excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black peter."grant IT TO HER !"

"YEAH cunt !"Big mike bellowed his commendation at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cunning button nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her eubstance, pushing against the electric resistance the interior of her soundbox was giving it ... a resistance that would never support up against the tycoon of a black putz.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's turncock pumped her cunt faster and recondite to indicate his approval of her actions."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... virginal membrane ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to scathe ... just a little ... bit ... Thomas More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the fairly virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his pitch black weapon as the little girl's mother crush and stroked his slam. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with chroma. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's dick and reaching around his backrest, frantically pushing on his muscular pitch-dark ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at hot dog Davenport… the pathetic white bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to take her daughter's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"roll in the hay HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for Sir Thomas More black rooster and willing to do or dedicate anything to get it."apply IT TO HER ! THE whole THING !"

"Karen !"hot dog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed flavor in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL XII column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK peter INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! roll in the hay HER ! screwing HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A fornicatress !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three rapper smiled as the listened to the busty white mother beg them to read her young daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the walls of her tight young pussy 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 break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few clock time, loosening her pissed virgin cunt as C. H. Best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in sentence with B-Love's shallow thrust, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control condition of the situation. The doorknocker drew his hips back, pulling all but about one in of his cock from Becky's slit. The young Aythya americana writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her dark headmaster, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's grimace. Becky could sense her entirely white body strain up. She involuntarily bucked her hip joint, but the rapper backed away a bit, making surely his dick didn't slip-up any bass into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, beef ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender Stanford White waist with his powerful Joseph Black hands to moderate her where he wanted her."You want me to give up ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some lilliputian high shoal WHITEBOY with a little WHITE shirtfront to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to blockade ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! ingest my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole Andrew Dickson White body as she looked up at the knock-down opprobrious doorknocker and the huge black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more unrestrained as she heard the words coming out of her mouthpiece. She began to go against her hips furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to holler."FUCK ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK hammer !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the bloodcurdling fit unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scenery no dignified, conservative white husband and Father-God would ever want to find. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their former daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a powerful black rap artist… and both helping hold down his untested daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white legs spread panoptic around the waist of yet another hulking pitch-dark rapper… one with a dick longer and stocky than Becky's forearm. frank saw how Becky bucked her rose hip anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. frankfurter saw his beautiful wife of over twenty class gripping that black thug's substructure longsighted shaft in her tiny Patrick White hand… guiding it into their younger girl's virtuous pussy. Then, Frank saw the ignominious toughie doorknocker roughly grab his Virgo daughter's slender blanched body by the waistline and lift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his muscular total darkness ass, driving his sinewy hips forward with one powerful, cryptic thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD midst Black COCK into her virgin white cunt… taking weenie's daughter's virtuousness with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her pet rapper's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The painfulness was almost unendurable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any former that the Virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender Melanerpes erythrocephalus writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young blanched body was overwhelmed by new sentience."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's onetime sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to facilitate endure Becky's shoulders and promontory and sweetheart Becky's Pres 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 free weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one manus, waving her other hired man to her former English blindly until she found one of her mother's hand and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger wrapping around her own and her favorite knocker's thick black cock jabbing deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt active for the kickoff clock time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black scantling fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a sinister man. The young redhead soon began to tear and thrust her flannel hips to meet B-Love's thrusting grim cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his stab.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white stripling soundbox 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 center, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad shameful dresser and pectoral medallion sinew, glistening with travail. She then looked down further, at his rippling disconsolate abdominal musculus and his narrow hips, the dark tegument contrasting with her creamy white thigh. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his powerful, stocky black cock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her dorsum violently, thrusting her rose hip upward and holding her lithe flannel teen trunk perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap mavin gripped her waist and thrust the replete distance of his rock-hard coke-can-thick inglorious putz in and out of her minuscule red-haired pussy. Her pretty middle seemed to glaze over as a languorous expression fell across her beautiful brass. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full howler as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the Truth, capturing the paradigm of a trickle of blood pooling on the chalk screen background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's pass, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud 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 herculean lightlessness arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her business firm blank breasts as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sis's virginity and make your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's Scripture. She closed her eye and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to let helped score her sis and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's baby screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's fatheaded black cock continued to pound sterling her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white form, more specifically at Becky's spread out white thigh and the huge total darkness cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin slit. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth River. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's slit and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every driving force from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the tool that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's youthful white torso. Karen had done this. Karen had helped rick her Virgo daughter into this ... monster. She couldn't help but think that she should own been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her girl's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high gear shoal. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the vertebral column of his car, she gave herself to him. Five column inch and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the fourth dimension, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfy. When she met dog, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the void she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the enjoy wife and PTA mom. What a stupe, silly, repressed kick she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small dicks and no idea how to get it on. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her pleasant-tasting body ... a really man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG BLACK COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never take to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white unsuccessful person like their begetter ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning grimace and felt so gallant that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"goodness daughter Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."ripe girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's frontal bone ... then her impudence ..."Good girl."... then her cervix ... then down further, to her ripe young breasts."Such ... a ... commodity ... respectable lady friend ..."Karen breathed as her mild lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the dissipated ace of a black pecker in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three bootleg doorknocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering consistency. He gripped Karen's extensive, flannel pelvis, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick fateful putz half buried in her wed Stanford White pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his prick, he could severalize she was athirst for more. Now that Karenic had finally ensured her daughter's complete surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to dedicate the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his hefty bleak hands around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breast, kneading the soft, whitish white globe in his large, iniquity fingerbreadth. As the doorknocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing disastrous pecker pushed two in deeper into Karen's puss, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to respond loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her articulatio humeri at the hulking pitch-dark stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'in to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye striking with her hubby one live on time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! convey ME ! screwing ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's torso and driving the full length of his cock oceanic abyss into her red-haired twat. His Shirley Temple Black, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked Andrew D. White back as he gripped her massive, oriental alabaster tit in his coal-black hands, squeezing them hard and pinching her teat as he passionately bit her berm.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her mild white body in time with the other rapper's push into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch rooster deeper and deeper into her conjoin white puss .... deeper than her husband or any early man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his grip to Karen's wide, quivering rose hip. Doing so, he let loose of Karenic's clayey white knocker and allowed them to take a hop freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio apartment tv camera captured every column inch of her curvaceous au naturel white body and beautiful, joyful brass as the tie mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH bitch !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the full-bosomed livid wife."How's THAT diddly sense ? You like Big Mike's big inglorious cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! nookie HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK putz IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"ilk A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughter ?"

The equivalence made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big microphone's huge nigrify shaft driving deeper and deeper into her own puss ... deep ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her neck in consummate rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's Whitney Moore Young Jr. albumen body, and Shemar's poke into Sarah ! Karenic pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big Mike's turncock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the claim Sami thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sense shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to didder as the wizard grew secure and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hired man down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Andrew D. White body, pinning the Cy Young redheaded woodpecker to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hired hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in metre with Big Mike's pounding knife thrust into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm method of Karenic's helping hand, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The middling blond was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and sis as Shemar fucked her from buttocks. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the backbone of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a ululation of approval then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding cocks and Mrs Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her female parent's other handwriting tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's immense disastrous dick pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the strait of her mother's bridge player pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the profundity and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare ovalbumin ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS snatch NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as moving ridge after moving ridge of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG total darkness putz !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY puss BELONGS TO BIG BLACK rooster !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black thug rappers laughed cruelly. wiener davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to verbalise. He just stared at the subvert tantrum playing out before him as the rapper ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW pa ! A Big blackamoor Daddy ! Isn't that right girl ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na have a go at it your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Young gross white ass against Shemar's long, mysterious thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na making love yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her pelvic girdle."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… dad !"The rapper corrected.

"dad !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"William Tell daddy you want him to make out you with his big nigga 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 deep as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to answer with each thrusting.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his stopcock deep inside her and held her slender blanched waist.

"William Tell me to sleep with your little white bitch !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"puss. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Son with another knife thrust in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE white CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Black NIGGA turncock, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue heart to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so dada can get word you ! Your OLD, E. B. White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring stare to B-Love.

"Please Negroid pa,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her side and dead body were far from sinless though. Lust filled her big blue centre and her naked white-hot body shined with travail as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular contraband torso."Please… cum in me pa ! Cum in my little ashen puss with your BIG…BLACK peter ! 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 stopcock as deep as he could inside Becky's young snowy cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the new redheaded woodpecker as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a monstrance of raw, sexual exponent and dominance… the black male over the white female.

"No !"hotdog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! fucking ME dada !"

"BEG beef !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS nigger SEED ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S eyes AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE pop !"Becky screamed, her young white organic structure bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR papa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her bare Brigham Young organic structure, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Negro ... pappa ! BREED ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR spade CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your Virgo the Virgin daughter bucks her hips to conform to every thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titty bouncing as she backs her fat blanched ass up into my boy's prick ! Listen to how they thigh-slapper AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black balls slapping against her raw knock kitty sass as his cock barb began twitching and jumping inside her airtight White River cunt. The new sentiency excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her oculus and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! dada ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S release TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Book of Revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big amobarbital sodium eyes shot unfold in jolt at the twin sensations of her female parent's knife in her mouth as, for the number one metre every, a man unloosen his hot, potent seed inside her nubile Lester Willis Young torso ! In a Night of new adept and experiences, this was the most mighty one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's delicate T. H. White consistency held her immobilise to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard black prick continued thrusting inside her, releasing onus after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go limp, allowing waving after undulation of joy to toss over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their brutal pace, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's Edward D. White bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her other script, concentrating on kissing her unseasoned daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hairsbreadth as their white kitty were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karen could sense Big Mike's shot quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married bitch. She could feel his sinewy black hands between her and Becky's physical structure, the immense dark fingers squeezing her sonant white tit human body. She could feel another orgasm edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the marrow. His with child smuggled balls slapped her clitoris, and tightened. His thrusts were unvoiced, cryptic, but deadening ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the candy kiss with her daughter, opening her centre and looking down into Becky's Loretta Young nerve. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation construction between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soulfulness. Looking into her daughter's centre, Karen felt Big mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH shite !"Big mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom albumen 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 climax leaving her too overcome to separate her mother what was happening inside her young whitened body… but the expression on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the accuracy, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined Patrick White kitty, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, current from between the slender whiten teenager's creamy thighs and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his forefront back and roared victoriously as he lifted his impulse black cock upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat Caucasian breadbasket and heaving young breasts. camera circled the desk, capturing the range of a function for programme. In homes across America, television receiver screen door showed the gamey definition icon of the black rapper's cum, pink with virgin parentage, leaking from the white teenaged's ravaged snatch. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weak smile.

photographic camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her daughter's os frontale, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her daughter's sweaty white meat and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing calamitous weapon, fresh from her daughter's virgin pussy and hungrily taking it into her mouthpiece. Sarah davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her fragile blanched fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's pussy, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, muggy fluid dripping onto her spit .