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   Eglin Broadcast News.  Staff Conference Room.  Day.

   Jenna Meadows had looked through the papers in front of her as she idly
fingered the small red pendant around her neck.  It was usual crap for the
news.  After a period of low crime and relative peace-on-earth or at least
in the city, things were getting back to normal.  Murders were beginning to
rise, there was a few more rapes, and robberies were on the up.  She looked
up as she heard the voice of Paul Morgan again.  "Thankfully human nature
is getting back to it's normal insanity and giving us some stuff or than
fucking kittens in fucking trees." he told the group of men and women on
the EBN's news team.  Jenna looked at him.  He was black and the men who'd
given her the anchor seat a month after he'd arrived.  Course, the fact she
had greeted him by making it obvious how far she'd go to get the job had
played a part but Jenna knew she could do the job as well as she could suck
a black cock.  She was capable, blonde, and good-looking.  What else did
the news desk need?

   "So," Paul continued.  "What other information can we give the masses
today?"

   There was silence for a moment as papers were looked though.  "The
president's visit to Chicago?" a young man on the other side of the desk
suggested.

   "Boring, that's goes next to last." Paul said.

   "There's a fraud case going to court." someone else said.

   "Oh, yeah.  That." he sighed.  "Lots of numbers, same amount of bored
viewers.  We can bury that somewhere in the middle.  Next." He clapped his
hands together.  "Michelle, save me.  What you got?"

   Jenna sniffed.  She looked at the younger, blonde reporter directly
opposite her.  Michelle Farnell.  The little slut who'd replaced her on
entertainment.  She was another blonde barbie doll who thought she could
just flutter her eyelashes and jiggle those fake tits and get the world on
a plate.  Hell, the little bitch had even arrived for the meeting with a
top that was so tight she might as well have been topless.  Go on,
Michelle, Jenna thought.  What you got....

   Michelle leaned forward.  Jenna saw the move caused those tits to push
up onto the table.  You little fucking whore.  "There's a couple of movies
started shooting in the city."

   "Big stars?" Paul asked.

   "Damon Cole, Mal Wright, Jean Dumoine."

   "Never heard of them." he replied.

   "Their big with the teens." Jenna told him.

   "Okay, that'll do for now I suppose." Paul shrugged then sat back.  He
looked at the faces around the table.  "Well, you're not paid to make the
office look good.  So fuck off and find me some good stuff about sex, death
and celebrity!"

   As the chairs were pushed back, Jenna put her papers together and waited
for the usual request from Paul.  She knew what would follow next.  His
office.  Her on her knees, with his wonderful, thick, black cock in her
hands.  Then bent over his desk....

   "Could you come to my office please, Michelle?" Paul smiled as he stood
up.

   Jenna smiled as she stood up then stopped.  What?  He said Michelle. 
She watched him open the door and look at that little slut's ass as she
walked though.  was it her imagination or had she seen the little bitch
give her a `look'?  Half the walls were frosted glass and she could make
out the figures through it.  There was a swagger in the way those hips had
swung from side to side as Paul Morgan followed them out.  She saw the way
he was smiling as he watched that ass.  Jenna wanted to rip the little
whore's hair out.  She picked up her papers and walked out of the room with
the rest of them but not before looking back at the other door and thinking
one word.

   Bitch.



   The Mayor's Office.  Day.

   Jane Gregg had been sitting and waiting for ten minutes so far.  She
knew what the mayor was doing.  It was the same shit that was pulled in
every damn interrogation room in the world.  Make them wait.  The call had
come in that morning.  The Mayor, the place the time.  Be there.  If it was
good news she would have got an phone call, but that meant bad news.  Mayor
Alan Purefoy was showing her who'd boss.  Christ knows why.  maybe one of
his mistresses been given a ticket, or a friend had been offended by an
officer doing their fucking job.

   She checked her watch.  Eleven minutes now.  Looking around his office
she saw the wood paneling, mahogany, the paintings of the city by various
artists and a bust of the head of James Eglin, founder and first mayor of
this fine concrete jungle.  Another shitbag by all accounts.

   Twelve minutes.  She went through the various reasons why she might be
here.  Crime figures were up for the third month in a row, so it could be
that.  But from what she knew about Purefoy it was a likely to be something
really, really trivial.  Something like a movie star getting her purse
stolen, a male movie star - another friend, maybe - getting caught by the
press picking up a hooker.  Yeah, that'll be it.  something stupid and
trivial and meaningless.  Jane sighed and let her head rest aginst the back
of the ornate carved chair.  God, I hate politicians, she thought as she
checked her watch again.

   It had been fourteen minutes now.





   Eglin Broadcast News.  Day.

   Yeah, the more she thought of it, the more she was certain.  That little
cunt had given her a fucking dirty look.  Jenna's office was opposite from
Paul Morgan's.  She had looked at his door as she walked into her office.
She was still angry as she thought of that little whore.  The bitch was in
there spreading her legs and getting what Jenna should be getting.  There
was a pecking order.  Jenna was the senior reporter and new anchor.  What
was `Michelle'?  Just a jumped-up little tart from Ass-Backwards in the
Mid-West somewhere.  Little, fucking, blonde, whore bitch!  She wasn't even
a good reporter.  `There's a couple of movies being shot', well stop the
fucking presses.  Everybody knew that.

   She could just see them now.  Those big, fake tits squashed on the desk,
her skirt around her waist as Paul took her from behind.  Grunting as he
held her hips and rammed that black cock into her whore cunt!  And after
she'd be whispering of all the things she'd do for him in some anonymous
hotel room if he did certain things for her.  Jenna knew just what
`Michelle' was after.  "My fucking job!" Jenna spat.

   The thought of that slut in there made her so angry, and so damn horny.
She was expecting to be the one being drilled.  She was the queen blonde
not some little whore.  It was her pussy who should be getting filled now
not...

   Fuck the two of them.  Jenna marched out of her office and headed to the
studio.



   The Mayor's Office.  Day.

   "Commissioner." Mayor Alan Purefoy smiled as he walked in and sat behind
the large desk of his office.  He looked at Jane Gregg.  She noticed the
lack of handshake.

   "Mr Mayor," she said, hoping the annoyance wasn't coming through.

   Alan Purefoy had been in the position of Mayor for two years now.  In
Gregg's eyes he was the same little shitbag who made a name for himself
jumping on every bandwagon he could when he was a simple member of the city
council.  With the power of mayor behind him he had only got worse. 
Another 50-year-old white man with delusions of power.  Purefoy leaned on
the desk.  "I'll come straight out with it, Commissioner." he smiled.  "Are
the rumours true?"

   Jane Gregg blinked.  Yup.  Little bastard was going straight for the
trivial.  "Rumours?"

   "Yes, the rumours about your ideas of public office.  Are they true?"

   She'd heard these recently as well as read them in the press and had
issued a denial which got printed at the bottom of page no-one would look
at.  "I have enough problems where I am.  Why would I want more, Mr Mayor?"

   Purefoy sat back and looked out the window.  "Not quite a denial, is
it?"

   Gregg saw that smile was still there.  "I have issued a denial.  Idon't
know where these rumours are coming from but I have no intention of going
for `public office'." she told him.  It was the honest truth.  All she
wanted to do was put her years in and get the hell out with her life and
her pension.

   "Good." he nodded.  "Good.  Good.  It's just as well, with the latest
figures showing a-nother rise in crime..."

   Jane caught the emphasis.  "I did warn you to expect..."

   "...and just because someone had the experience of an unusually peaceful
time," he continued over her.  "It doesn't mean they are ready for the
pressures and hassles of serving the public at a higher level."

   Try working the streets, you pompous little shit, she thought.  Instead
of driving through them in your big, fancy car with it's blacked-out
windows.  "Of course, Mr Mayor." Gregg said.

   He fell silent then looked at her again.  "You can go now." he told her
with a half-smile.

   Gregg could have hit him right there but swallowed the anger and stood
up and left.  She slammed every door out of city hall behind her.





   Eglin Broadcast News.  Archive Storage Room.

   "Uuuuuuuhhhhh!"

   Jenna had found who she was looking for....

   "Uuuuuummmmm...."

   Pete the cameraman....

   "Oooooohhhhh...."

   Whatever the fuck his name was....

   "Ooooohhh, fuck meeeee...."

   She had found him on the floor checking one of the cameras and simply
walked up, put her hand on his crotch and said two little words to him as
she squeezed his cock.  "You wanna?"

   And now she was on the edge of a desk among the shelves in Archive
Storage with her arms and legs wrapped around his strong, black body and
staring deep into his eyes as she felt his thick, black cock throbbing deep
inside her cunt.  As he slowly started to thust into her Jenna closed her
eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cock sliding in against her cunt
muscles.  She squeezed him tightly as he went nice and slow.  She still
didn't really know Pete's full name.  She didn't care.  All she was
interested in was between his legs.  He was married but this was just sex.
Jenna smiled as he stopped inside her and held himself in there.  She
moaned and wrapped herself around a little tighter.  She still had it. 
What the hell was she thinking.  She was only 31.  Jenna knew she could
pick up any man she wanted.  The world was hers to pick from.  It wasn't
her fault she had found the best to be black.  Black cocks got her wet just
thinking about them so she wanted a good, hard black man, and there were
plenty of them to find these days.  Somehow those white assholes just
didn't do it for her anymore.  Jenna slid her hands down to the small of
Pete's back and opened her eyes.  He was looking at her with a smile. 
Another squeeze and she felt him moving again.  That cock going in deep....

   Jenna wanted to feel him as deep as possible.  She unlocked her legs and
lay back, her head resting against the wall as she supported herself on her
arms.  Her pink jacket was open, the white blouse stretched across her
tits. She could see her nipples, hard and sensitive sticking through the
thin material.  "Deeper, you big, black fucker!" she demanded.

   Pete sneered.  "You giving me orders?" he said and Jenna saw the glint
in his eye that told her how this was going to go.  It was Bad Boy time....

   "Yeah, I'm giving you orders." she said, licking her lips.  They had
played this game before, but never at work.  Nigga's Revenge, Pete had
called it.  It made her feel funny the first time she had used that word.
The forbidden word it had been been.  She had gotten used to using a lot of
forbidden word in the past year.  Nigger.  Whore.  Slut.  Fuck.  Cunt. 
Jenna like `cunt'.  She like the way it came off the tongue.  It made her
feel feel dirty, but in a good way.  Especially when she was talking about
her own cunt.  Being fucked in her own cunt.  It went against everything
that she was brought up with.  Girls didn't say those words.  Ladies didn't
use them either.  Well, fuck all that bullshit.  She wanted to feel her
cunt being filled.  She wanted to be fucked.  "I want that big, black cock
in my white cunt, nigger!" she grinned.

   "You." Pete told her as he thrust into in time to each word.  "Are. 
Just.  Another.  White.  Slut!"

   Jenna closed her eyes when he didn't stop.  She locked her ankles
together and squeezed her cunt walls around that thick, black nigger cock
that throbbed and thrust into her.  "Ooooohhh...."

   "Another.  Fuckin'.  'Ho." Pete continued fucking her.  "Maybe I just
drag you're white ass out there and fuck you on the air, bitch!"

   She gripped the edge of the desk and pushed her hips up.  She wanted
more inside her.  Jenna opened her eyes and looked up at the black man.  He
was balls deep inside her now.  She had seen every glorious inch of his
cock up close.  She knew it was battered on the entrance of her cervix. 
She could feel it so fucking deep inside her.  Jenna moaned....

   "All those millions watching you get your lilly white cunt fucked by a
big, nasty nigga!"

   "Bent...  Behhhnt over the dehhhsk....?" she panted.

   "Right over that fucking desk, slut!" Pete grinned.  "You be telling all
those people how big a fucking slut you are!"

   "Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck fuck!" she gasped.

   "FUUUUCK!" the black man cried out and plunged every inch of black cock
into her.  Jenna gasped as she felt the hot explosion of cum filling her
womb.  Thank Christ for the Pill, she thought as she held him deep inside
her as her own climax exploded inside her.....



   *



   She was on her knees, his slick cock in her hand as she stared up at
him. Her black stud.  She could smell the heady mix of cum juices in the
air.  Slowly she licked up and down the black shaft, cleaning it of the
juices that coated the dark skin.  Her juices had ran down his balls as
well so she lifted the cock and licked them up as well.  He tasted so good.

   Pete looked down at her, the smile on his face showed his satisfaction.
"Nice and slow..." he said.  "Just the way I like it."

   "Mhhh," Jenna moaned and got to her feet, not letting his cock go.  She
started to slowly pump it, enjoying the hot touch in her hand.  She looked
deep into his eyes.  "I need something." she said.

   "You just can't enough....!" the black man smiled.

   Jenna smiled and kissed him softly.  "I need you're help." she smiled
innocently.....







   Eglin Broadcast News.  Studio 1.  Day.

   "...church has been leading demands for a debate in the rising numbers
of children being born outside of marriage as well as the recent rise in
divorces." Jenna put on her serious face as she read the autocue in front
of her.  "Religious groups have been calling the rise in figures as
disturbing.  And asking for something is done."

   She relaxed her face and smiled.  Glancing at the desk she couldn't get
the image of being bent over it and looking into that camera as Pete's
black cock fucked her.  He was the cameraman operating it.  She had seem
him look to the side and wink at her.  His hips were seeming to slightly
move back and forth as well.  That cheeky fucker was thinking the same
thing.  Bent over.  Fucking her.  In other news today, she thought, Jenna
Meadows gets bent over the desk and gets FUCKED live on air.  When asked
for a comment, she stated that she was a hot slut for black cock....  Big,
hard, throbbing black cock!

   She felt the juices begin to flow between her legs and she put the
thought away quickly.  "On the showbiz front," she said.  "The new, best
selling, scent `Noire' has announced who will be it's new face for the
forthcoming campaign.  None other that movie star Cary Jennings, who
recently moved to the city.  We'll have a report for you later." She read
and looked to the monitor that showed her what was meant to a live link to
the press launch.  There was cary Jennings holding up a bottle of Noire. 
Michelle Farnell was mean to be there but no-one could reach her.  Oops,
she thought happily.  Jenna saw herself on the screen again, the link
having been cut.  The voice in her ear from the gallery was strained.  In
the background she could hear the director was swearing loudly.

   "Don't believe it.  Do not believe it." the voice in her ear gasped.

   Jenna simply smiled and look into the camera.  "On the international
front..." she continued as Pete blew a kiss at her...



   *



   She couldn't keep the grin from her face as she stood by her door and
listened to dull sounds of the yelling from Paul Morgan's office.  She
pushed the door closed as his door opened and she saw the tearful figure of
Michelle Farnell running out.  That had been the third live broadcast this
week that the young, blonde reporter had `fucked up' on.  This time she
claimed there was a problem when the van had ran out of gas and she found
out her phone's battery was dead.  The first two screw-ups had been live
on-air fuck-up where her notes had been messed up.  The little slut really
wasn't very good at her job when the shit hit the fan.  All tits and ass
and no brains.  Michelle couldn't improvise at all.

   Jenna closed the door and punched the air.  The bitch would soon be
gone.



   Ewing Motel.  Evening.



   The room was like every other fifth-rate motel room.  Small and dirty
looking.  It had the look of one those places that rented out by the hour
not the night or even the week.  There was a bed, a couple of chairs and ,
with the exception of a grim-looking bathroom, that was it.  "It's dirty,"
she said hearing Pete close the door behind them.

   "I thought you were a dirty girl." he said and she felt him put his arms
around her.

   "I am," she told him, turning around in his arms.  "But I have
standards."

   Jenna broke away from him suddenly and pulled the covers off the bed. 
It looked cleanish.  She'd seen worse, even fucked in worse when she was at
college.  "Standards?" Pete smiled.

   "Standards." she repeated.  She had wanted somewhere discreet to meet.
Pete had come through and somehow had fucked up Michele's car and phone. 
Jenna didn't care how he'd done it.  But he had fucked that little whore
over for her.  She looked at him as he watched her.  His eyes were going up
and down her body.

   "Come here." he said.  Jenna walked up to him.  "I am going to rip every
bit of clothing from that white body of your then I am going to fuck you
into a coma."

   "Ooh, that's big talk." she smiled gazing into the black man's eyes and
shivered as he put his strong hands on her hips.

   "Talk?" Pete slowly ran his hands up her body, squeezing both her
breasts through the thin blue blouse.  "Nah." he shook his head then
suddenly ripped the blouse open.  Jenna gasped, moving back but found
herself in his arms again.  She was braless.  Her breasts nice and free and
crushed against him.  "Not talk." he said and grabbed her hair, pulling her
head back.  "You are my bitch, remember.  You do everything I tell you."

   "Yes," jenna gasped.  "Yes, master."

   She could feel the juices start between her legs already....



   *



   Pete had owned her.  Jenna couldn't keep the grin from her face as he
stripped her of every piece of clothing she had before tossing her onto the
bed.  As he stood at the bottom of the bed she looked at him.  Then came
the demand to `show him how grateful she was'.  Jenna was naked in front of
the clothed black man, on a well-used bed in a low motel where hookers
brought their johns.  It made her feel dirty.  Pete was looking at her with
lust.  She had crawled towards him and saw the smirk on his face.  He
didn't need to use words.  Jenna Meadows, news anchor at Elgin Broadcast
News, was just a naked, white whore right now.  She remembered the look on
that little slut's face.  The cockiness was gone.  The blonde cunt had been
told she was expendable.  Jenna was Morgan's number one fuck call again. 
She was Queen again.

   She looked up at Pete as she licked and stroked and kissed his growing
black cock.  Jenna kissed each of his heavy testicles, both full of hot,
thick cum.  She moaned softly as the juices gathered in her pussy.  Her
pussy was lubing itself up for the big, black cock in her hands.  Her body
was hungry for it.  It was eager to feel that long, thick pole to push deep
inside her and fill her with hot thick seed....

   "Uhhhhh...." Jenna gasped as the thought seemed to send a wave a
pleasure through her pussy.  He hadn't even moved near her cunt and already
she had her first mini-orgasm.  Suddenly Pete grabbed her blonde hair and
pulled Jenna's face upwards.  He grinned down at her.  He slipped a hand
around the base of his cock and pulled away from her hands.  She gasped as
the black cock slapped against her left cheek.  She could smell him, a
strong smell that felt it dominated her senses.  Pete slapped his cock onto
her right cheek.

   Still holding her hair, Pete undid his trousers and pushed them down. 
Jenna smiled as he let her head go then stepped back.  "Lie down," he told
her.  "Spread those legs.  I want to see that pussy."

   Jenna did as she was told, lying on her back and parted her legs as wide
as they could go.  She bit her lip as she slid her hands down to her trim
pussy and pulled the sensitive sex lips apart.  Jenna moved a finger over
her clit and started to rub softly.  "Stop." the black man ordered.  She
stopped.  "Did I tell you to do that?"

   She shook her head.  The hunger for that black cock was over-whelming.
She wanted to scream out how much she wanted him to just fuck her.  He
looked at her again.  "No." Jenna said.  "No, master." Her pussy muscles
were quivering, wanting to be filled.

   "That's right." Pete smiled as he slowly stripped naked as well.

   God, she wanted him so bad right now.  Jenna could only watch as he
slowly and carefully fiolded up his clothes and put them to one side.  Her
pussy was throbbing hard.  "Please, master." she begged staring at his
dark, hard cock.  "I need it.  I need you."

   "Yeah?" he grinned and crawled up onto the bed.  Jenna was gasping hard
as he crawled up between her thighs and she closed her eyes and waited for
the wonderful touch of that fat round head againt her pussy.  She felt his
length slap onto her belly then felt the heat of his breath on her face. 
His cock still was lying on her belly.  Not inside her but on her.  His
balls were cradled on her pussy.  Jenna opened her eyes and found herself
staring deep into his dark brown eyes.  She couldn't tear her eyes away
from his gaze.  Her hips began rubbing against him.  "Hands." he told her.

   Jenna was confused.  "What?" she asked.

   Pete lifted himself up and pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet.
He reached in and pulled the steel handcuffs.  The black man waved them
over Jenna's face.  "Hands." he said again.

   Jenna took her hands from her pussy and put them together between her
and Pete.  She was grinning as he slapped them on one wrist then slid back.
He turned his finger in the air.  Jenna got the message and rolled over on
her belly.  She felt him pull her arms behind her then snap on the other
metal cuff to her other wrist.  They were tight and she pulled at them. 
The kinkiness just got her even wetter.

   "Stop you playing with that pussy." the black man told her as he pushed
her legs apart and lay on her back.  She thought she could feel his cock
pushing at her ass.  "Because that is my pussy." he whispered in her ear
and Jenna almost came as she heard the dominant tone in his voice.  He
moved off her again and she gasped as she was jerked down the bed by her
ankles.  Her whole body was on fire with a hunger for his - for her
Master's cock.  She was his whore, her body was his to play with.

   "Aaauuuhhh..." Jenna cried out as she felt the hard, black cock finally
slide into her dripping pussy.  He felt so hot and hard as he slowly pushed
forward, sinking every inch inside her.  Her pussy suddenly flooded with
juices and the pleasure exploded thoughout her body.  "Uuuuuhhhhh...."

   She felt him leaning over her again.  "All...  Fucking...  Mine..." he
breathed and began thrusting, triggering another orgasm...





   Eglin Broadcast News.  Studio 1.  Day.

   Another outside broadcast screw up had made Paul order that Michelle
would be banned from doing live broadcasts until she had `learned her job
properly'.  So Jenna was looking at the made-up face of her young rival on
the other desk.  The cocky attitude was gone and the the girl was falling
to pieces as she stuttered and corrected her way through the showbiz round
up.  Names were mispronounced, pauses were in the wrong place.  It was a
mess.  Jenna couldn't stop herself from smiling when she heard Michelle
tell the city how one up and coming star was `raping' the rewards of a hit
TV show with a major movie part.

   "Jesus fucking Christ!" she heard in her ear.  "Can that talentless
bitch do anything?  Jenna, take over before that little cunt fucks up any
more words.  I mean, the fucking english language, for fuck's sake...."

   "Whoops.  Apologies to anyone who was offended by that but mistakes
happen.  Right, Michelle?" Jenna interrupted as her camera was running. 
"But that isn't the only dropped ball.  Over to Doug with last night's
game."

   Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the young blonde rushing out of
the studio as the crew tried not to laugh.



   Ewing Motel.  Evening.

   Jenna lay on the bed, naked again.  Her finger was rubbing the groove
between her pussy lips.  Pete's cum was dribbling out of her.  She put the
finger to her lips and tasted the mix of cum.  She heard the toilet flush
and looked at the en-suite bathroom's door opened.  The naked black man
walked out and smiled down Jenna's freshly-fucked white body as she lazily
stroked her belly.  She saw the ring on his finger glint in the light of
the room.  Pete was married.  He didn't care and so Jenna didn't either. 
It was just sex.  Fucking fantastic sex, as well.  He walked across the
room to where he'd dropped the bag he brought when he'd arrived.

   Jenna sat up as Pete bent over.  She looked at his ass and felt her
pussy juicing up again as she imagined that rising up and down between her
thighs, driving his huge cock deep inside her.  "Mmmmm...." she moaned
softly.

   Pete stood up and turned.  Jenna saw the small camera in is hands and
immediately raised her hands to cover her face.  "No!" she told him.  "What
if it goes public?"

   "No it won't." he said from behind the camera.  "Come on, you're the big
shot again.  Make a report."

   "Fuck off." Jenna said, covering her face with a pillow.

   "Going live to our hot blonde on the scene." the naked black man said in
a serious news tone.  "Jenna, what's happening?"

   "Fuck - the hell - off!" she grinned as she said it, still covering her
face.  She saw him moving round the side and turned the pillow towards him.

   "We seem to having trouble right now.  Jenna?  Are you there?"

   "You fucker," she said and threw the pillow at him.  Pete knocked it
aside and kept filming.  Jenna saw he was getting hard again.  "Okay." she
nodded.  "This is Jenna Meadows, live from a seedy little motel where she
just had the shit fucked out of her by a big, black fucker." She knelt up
and crooked a finger to him to bring him in closer.  Pete walked towards
her.  "As you can see from the seen," she continued, sat back and slowly
spreading her legs wide.  "His cum is still leaking from my dripping cunt!"

   The camera was pointed right at her pussy.  She slid a hand down and
spread her pussy lips, feeling them throb with a wanton desire to be filled
again.  "Now.  Why don't you put that camera down and shove that black
motherfucker inside me again."

   Pete looked over the camera with a wide grin on his face.  He put the
camera on a table in the room and walked towards Jenna, stroking his cock
that extra bit harder.....



   *



   She was on all fours on the bed as his cock rammed into her cunt from
behind.  Collapsing onto her elbows, Jenna groaned, muttering under her
breath.  She could feel his balls slapping against her thighs as he
pistoned in and out of her.  Pete's hands were gripping her shoulders
tightly as he gasped with each thrust.

   "GOD, YEAH!" she cried out as she could swear his cock was pushing into
her womb.  "Yeah, I wanna feel that fucker all the way inside me!" Jenna
reach underneath and felt his shaft moving in and out of her.  She started
rubbing her clit furiously as he fucked her.  "FUUUUUUCK!" she yelled out.

   His fingers snaked through her hair and suddenly tightened, grabbing her
head.  Jenna felt herself being pulled up and raised herself up, still
firmly implaed on that big, black fucker of a cock inside her.  His arm
reached around her stomach and she felt herself being pulled round. 
Suddenly the black man shoved her back down on all fours again.

   SLAP!!!

   "AHH!" The stinging slap of his hand made her yelp out.  Pete was still
balls-deep inside her.  Balls deep and womb deep by the feel of it.  Jenna
groaned as she felt his full black balls underneath her.

   "Going live," he gasped from behind her.  "From out how bitch,"

   Jenna focused herself and saw the camera.  It small red light was still
on.  He had filmed them fucking!  That black fuck....

   The cock throbbing inside her...

   Her cunt exploded in another hot orgasm.

   "Uuuuuhhh...  Uuhhh..." she heard him grunt as he started fucking her
during her orgasm.  The pussy juices making her so easy to enter.  "Tell
the folks at home how it feels, Jen!" he told her.

   "Ahhhh...." she looked into the camera with a huge grin on her flushed
face.  "It feels fucking fantastic!" she said, her legs shaking as the
orgasm ebbed away.  "He's all the way inside and he's going fill me with
his cum."

   "Damn right, bitch!" Pete laughed.

   SLAP!

   She yelped as the slap stung again.

   "And now," he gasped, pulling back.  "Now she's so fucking wet.  This
black fuck's going to take this big cock," Jenna moaned as she felt him
pulling out.  "And he going to..."

   She looked back as she felt the fat, round head probing at her asshole.
Her eyes widened.  She had been ass-fucked before and smiled at him.  Pete
pushed her face back towards the camera.  "Jenna," he said, smiling.  "We
seem to have lost you there.  What's happening?"

   "This is Jenna Meadows," she grinned to the camera.  "About to get a
big, black, fucking cock up her slutty, white ass...  AAAAHHH!" she cried
out as the head began forcing her tight asshole open...







   Eglin Broadcast News.  Editorial meeting.  Morning.



   Paul Morgan looked around the room.  There were the reporters and the
senior editorial staff.  There was also one person who was missing.  "Where
the fuck is Farnell?" he demanded.  Jenna looked around and saw the blank
looks on her colleagues.  "Anyone?" he barked.

   Muttered murmurs came from around the room.  Jenna didn't have a clue
where the little slut was.  She hadn't seen any sign of her all morning. 
"Okay, we are not waiting." he said only to be interrupted by the door
crashing open.  An out-of-breath Michelle Farnell.  stood there.  Silence
fell across the room.

   "I...." she started.  "My tyre was flat and there was-"

   "NOT FUCKING INTERESTED!" Paul yelled across the room at her.  "Get your
useless butt into my office and wait there!"

   "But-"

   "NOW!" he roared.  Jenna put on her serious face as she watched Michelle
swallow and start walking into the room to use the other door.  "Go the
other way.  This room is for proper journalists who know when to turn up
for work as well as how to do their fucking work!" Paul ordered and Jenna
watched with an inner joy as the cowed blonde rival headed out the way she
had come.  The meeting continued and she watched as Paul marched out and
into his office.  They all heard the door slam shut.

   Jenna finished taking a piss in the toilet when she heard the door to
the ladies open.  The sobs were recognisable enough.  Michelle, poor
Michelle, ran in crying.  Jenna had waited long enough to hear the yelling
from Paul's office.  Michelle was on her last warning.  It was up-her-game
time or she'd be out.  As the sobs carried on in one of the other cubicles,
Jenna cleaned herself up and walked out of her cubicle.  She quietly washed
her hands then, smiling for a second, left the little whore to her tears.



   Ewing Motel.  Evening.

   Jenna was looking out the window of the motel room as she saw Pete's car
turning in.  She smiled and could almost feel him inside her already.  She
checked off her mental list.  Contraceptive pill - taken.  Nightwear.... 
Jenna slipped the pink robe off and threw it onto the chair in the corner.
She picked up the smooth bottle of Noire perfume and held it up in the
light of the room.  The tiny, red specks of what ever the hell that was
were just visible.  It was a subtle appearance that added to the look of
the bottle.  She traced her fingers down the smooth female shaped glass
then sprayed some of the scent on her naked body.  Fibnallt she felt the
small pendant around her neck.  The small jewel also shone with a similiar
red colour.  Nightwear - check, she thought with a smile.  Now all that was
missing was her beautiful black stud.

   She heard the door open and sighed.  "I'm all yours, Pete." Jenna told
him before she felt the fingers grab her hair and jerk her back.  The body
she felt herself being pulled against was different.

   "Are you, bitch?" the female voice hissed in her ear and Jenna looked to
the side to see the black woman.

   "Who..."

   "Meet the wife, slut." Pete told Jenna, walking in.  She heard the door
close and lock.
   TO BE CONTINUED....