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“Two minutes till show time, Ms Jardaly!” said the young stagehand, who was poking his head in Jilnar's dressing room as she waited anxiously to make her American television debut.

Sweet, lovely Jilnar was so excited! She just couldn't wait to get out there and on with the show. She never dared to even dream that the very show she's always fantasized about doing was finally about to happen!

Right up until she left the UAE, only days before, Jilnar, the most stunning and popular evening newsreader at Television Dubai, often visited the sleaziest nightclubs in town, just to satisfy her wanton and insatiable desire for gangbangs, by offering herself to large groups of sleazy men. Being a gorgeous celebrity with so many fans always guaranteed that she got fucked enthusiastically, vigorously and vehemently by every single one of them! They all relished the carnal opportunity to ravage her with their stiff, lucky cocks before filling her warm, sensuous body, as well as covering it, all over, with every drop of their thick, sticky, boiling-hot cum.

One dark, sleazy night fate had, once again, played it's lascivious little hand in sexy Jilnar's wickedly sinful and notoriously slutty, life...

Jilnar loved fucking tourists, especially Westerners! So, imagine her whorish delight when eight male, American tourists walked into one of her favorite sleaze-pits of a nightclub. Being the, incomparably horny slut she is, she wasted no time in walking straight over to them and inviting them to [in her own wicked words] “Fuck my slutty, Arabian brains out.” What she didn't know was that this particular group of men all just so happened to be highly successful and powerful television producers from California.

They did not waste a single second to begin satisfying their burning hunger for the red-hot and shamelessly-slutty Middle-Eastern delicacy! They commenced their, frenzied, sexual feast by, aggressively, tearing off all her clothes and then, instantly and brutally, violating her tender, exquisite, smooth, golden-skinned body. She absolutely insisted that they do her, right there, over a trashcan in the disgusting, filthy alleyway! They did not hold back any of their brutishly lustful and primitive male urges as they plundered and devastated her incredible body, in every depraved, sexual way they possibly could! They finished her off by filling all her hot, tight and heavenly Arabian holes with their piping-hot and plentiful, all-American seed.

After sufficiently regaining their breath, they informed her of their occupation. Jilnar responded by, enthusiastically, inviting them all to urinate all over her naked, ravaged and desecrated, body as she pitched her own idea for a late-night, live show. Naturally, like all men who were made the same irresistible offer before them, they all happily accepted and emptied their beer-filled bladders by hosing down ever single inch of her ethereal and enticing physique with their warm, stinky, yellow fluid. Needless to say, they liked her program pitch almost as much as they liked using, abusing and completely degrading the exotically alluring and extremely perverted whore, not to mention using her as a post-fuck toilet. Jilnar loves the way men always piss all over her when they're finished with her. She loves anything that comes out of a man's body.

Now, just a few days later, here she was, about to open up the first episode of the talk show she'd always dreamed of doing. They even let her choose the show's name and the debut episode guests.

“Showtime, Ms Jardaly!” said the same young stagehand who poked his head into her dressing room earlier and whose virginity the horny slut planned on snatching away as soon as the first opportunity presented itself.

The young stagehand looked embarrassed about the obvious erection in his pants. He used his clipboard to, unsuccessfully, try and hide his shame from her always-alert and ever-watchful, cock-hunting, eyes. As he sheepishly turned away, he became plagued with puzzlement and disbelief. Clearly he was suffering from the unusual phenomenon known as the 'Jilnar Jardaly Effect.'

The Jilnar Jardaly Effect, as it was so-named back in the Middle-East where the condition had originated, is the term used to describe the unique affect that Jilnar Jardaly has on men's penises. At first glance at her exquisite sexiness, men always have an immediate and powerful erection. But the curious part of the effect was, no matter what direction they turned their bodies, their erect cocks still always point directly toward Jilnar, just like a dividing rod when it finds water. This is always followed by what was been described as, an unstoppable supernatural power which pulls them along, by their stiff cocks, towards her. All men are completely powerless against this uncanny phenomenon which is why they often call her the Cock-Charmer or Cock-Whisperer.

All cocks seem to be born having an instinctive need to feel the touch of captivating Jilnar's delicate fingers, the warmth of her lovely face, the tickling of her long, soft, raven hair, the kissing of her exquisite, rose-petal lips, the licking of her dexterous, velvety tongue, etc.. No cock can fight the intrinsic need, to plunge into her warm, wet mouth, her tight, wet pussy, and even tighter ass. They all have a basic and indomitable need to satisfy their lustful urge to erupt massive loads of hot, creamy cum, deep inside and all over her. From the day it first becomes aware of her, every cock realizes it belongs to Jilnar Jardaly, and the supremely-skilled cock-huntress knows that too! To Jilnar, this simply means that she never has to worry about ending up anywhere where she won't have immediate access to plenty of hard, horny cocks to milk, ride and play with. She often laughs at silly men who believe they are in control of their cocks because she knows that, from the moment they first lay eyes on her, their cocks are completely under her control. Always, and forever! She's always had an unparalleled affinity with cocks, they need her and she needs them.

Jerome, Jilnar's rather unusual co-host, was walking past her dressing room when he stopped and looked in.

“Damn. Girl!” he cried. “Yo lookin' smokin' hot! When yo gonna let me have somma dat?”

“One day, I promise!” laughed Jilnar. “All the men back in Dubai didn't call me Miss Doorknob for nothing, you know.”

“Why da fuck dey call yo that?” he asked.

“'Cause everyone gets a turn,” she winked, licking her red, rose-petal lips.

“Hot damn, girl!” he sighed.

Jerome slipped on the last piece of his furry costume, his head piece, and then headed for the stage. On the show he was to be known to all their fans as Bongo the Bear.

Poor Jerome hadn't had much luck in recent years. He was always getting busted by the police and, over the years, had had multiple charges made against him as a serial sex-offender. He could never control his need to expose his twelve-inch, black cock to strange women, in public. He just loved watching their shocked reactions to his massive member, especially when it was fully erect. Now, here he was, in the only job he'd ever been given, not in despite of but, because of his criminal record. In fact, it was naughty Jilnar who, after learning his sordid history, insisted he was the right man for the job.

Jerome was on the stage and ready to introduce Jilnar to all her anxious and excited fans, who had waited so long for this night to finally happen but, like Jilnar, never before dreamed it ever would!

The lights came up and the overcrowded studio audience started to cheer.

“Whassup, boys and girls?” cried Bongo the Bear. “Welcome to the first ever episode of Jilnar Jardaly's Hot and Horny Fuckhouse!”

The boys and girls in the crowd [who were actually all adult men] cheered wildly!

“Aaaaaand now...” continued Bongo the Bear, “widout any further ado. Here she is! Yo favorite dirty slut, and mine! My home-girl! Jilnar Jardalyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!”

The crowd went crazy as they saw the object of their every dark and sinful desire finally appear. She was wearing a skin-tight and an, only halfway buttoned up, blouse and quarter-cup bra that showed every curve of her big, firm, succulent breasts. Below, in a micro-miniskirt, was her perfect, heart-shaped ass which the skirt was barely long enough to conceal. She looked incredible! She even gave them a few turns as they all continued to cheer and applaud.

As well as the cheering, they cried out sentences like, “You're so fucking hot, Jilnar!” and “I wanna fuck the shit outta you, Jilnar!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she laughed. “You're all so sweet! I love you all so much!”

“We love you too, Jilnar!” said one excited audience member.

“I jerk off to you every day, Jilnar!” shouted another.

“Awww! That's sooo sweet!” she said as another applause filled the studio. “Now, let's have a big applause for my best friend in the whole wide world, Bongo the Bear!”

They all applauded a bowing Bongo the Bear, albeit not quite as loudly and enthusiastically, as they had done for Jilnar.

“And how about my band?” she cried. “Aren't they just gorgeous? Imagine being one of the lucky girls who get to be gangbanged by those sexy hunks! Mmmmm..... I loved being gangbanged by musicians. They're sooooo good with their handsssss... and their mouthsssss!”

The audience, knowing this was going to be one hell of a show, went wild!

Jilnar's band just stared at her in sheer disbelief at how fast her notoriously filthy and sexy mouth started to work its world-famous, cock-hardening magic.

“Soooo.....” she purred at them as she started to slide a delicately-manicured finger down her cleavage to expose even more of her spectacular, succulent and bountiful breasts. “Who's hungry? I got some fresh milk right here for two of you hunks. If you all want to grow up big and strong you know how important it is to have lots of dairy in your diet, don't you?”

They all just stared at her in shock as the audience cheered her on.

“Come on!” she teased, her breasts now fully exposed, as she stroked and pinched the stiffening, red nipples. “Mommy wants two babies to feed.”

The band leader, Tobias, jumped down, wiping drool from his chin, as the rest of them started frantically calling and begging him to pick them.

“TC,” he said, pointing at the drummer, who threw his sticks over his shoulder and wasted no time in jumping down.

The other band members started to protest, loudly, so Jilnar acted quickly.

“Awwwww...” she said sweetly. “Don't worry! If we go to series, two of you will get to be fed every show. You can all take turns. There's plenty of Mommy's yummy milk for everyone. I promise.”

She took Tobias and TC by their hands and walked them over to the sofa where she would later be interviewing her guests. She sat down and had them both kneel in front of her. They both wasted no time in sucking as much of her delicious boobs into their hungry, salivating mouths as possible which, needless to say, wasn't much of Jilnar's firm, deliciously over-sized, monsters!

Jilnar gently stroked the back of their heads as they sucked and slurped away, greedily, making various muffled sounds of enjoyment.

“That's it, by babiessss...” moaned Jilnar as she closed her big, beautiful, brown eyes and leaned back. “Suck Mommy's titties. “Drink Mommy's creamy goodnesssss...”

“Hot damn, Miss Jilnar!” cried Bongo the Bear. “When I gonna drink somma yo creamy goodness?!”

“Ohhh, Bongo! You're such a naughty bear!” said Jilnar, biting her lower lip, as the ecstasy of the two sucking mouths filled her whole body with intense sensations. “That's it! Make Mommy's titties cum! Suck them! Suck themmmm!”

She wrapped her delicate, long, perfectly-manicured fingers around the back of their heads and pulled them in, closer.

“Ooh-ooh ooooooohh!!” she squealed, kicking her perfectly-pedicured feet. “Yessssss! Mommy's titties are cumming! Swallow all of it, you naughty little boys! Oooohhh!! Fuuuuuuck!! That's it! Swallow it! Swallow it! Drink all of Mommy's creamy goodnesssssss!”

She started to squeal for several minutes and then slumped back, smiling contentedly, at her 'babies,' as they both pulled away from her ample orbs, licking their lips.

“Was that nice?” she asked them, to which they both nodded, blissfully.

“It sure was nice, Miss Jilnar!” said Bongo the Bear, who was now stroking the large bulge which was quite visible,even through his heavy bear costume. “Holy fuckin' shit dat was nice!”

The audience were screaming, so wildly, that it took quite a while for Jilnar to calm them down enough to hear herself speak.

Finally, they were ready to listen.

“So, what exciting things have you been up to lately, Bongo?” she asked.

“Well, Miss Jilnar,” he replied, “my parole officer said that, as long as I can refrain from showin' my cock to schoolgirls and old ladies, I won't have to worry about goin' back inside da joint.”

“Why, that is good news, Bongo,” said Jilnar. “I bet it must be hard though. I mean, I can't get through a single day without flashing my tits or opening my legs to show off my glistening-wet slit to strangers, at least four or fives times a day!”

“Holy fuckin' shit, Miss Jilnar!” said a bewildered Bongo the Bear. “What other nasty shit yo been up to?”

“Well, I took part in the annual Fuckathon.”

“Fucka- what?”

“Fuckathon!” she giggled. “I basically took pledges from people, based on how many times I could get myself fucked by complete strangers, within a 24 hour period.”

“Holy shit!” said Bongo. “24 hours? In dat amount a time a horny, oversexed slut like you could make so much dough she could make fuckin' Bill Gates look like a fuckin' pauper!”

“You got that right!” she giggled. “Little did they know I had a cheeky little master plan... I spent the whole 24 hours in one of the state's toughest maximum security prisons without any personal security or protection!”

“What da fuck?” said a truly shocked Bongo the Bear. “Yo gotta be shittin' me!”

“Uh-huh! And, believe me, some of those Neanderthals haven't even seen a woman for over 30 years! So, imagine how surprised and excited they were to see little old me! Most of them were never going to get a chance to fuck a girl again, let alone a TV star. Imagine how hard those bastards fucked my poor, defenseless mouth, ass and pussy! I mean, every single one of those degenerates viciously used, and abused me at least two or three times!”

“Holy shit, Miss Jilnar!” said a, still quite shocked, Bongo the Bear. “Holy fuckin' shit!”

“The best bit was when I was being gangbanged by seven of them at once! Three serial killers and four vicious sex-offenders! Oh my! Do those vicious bastards know how to fuck a girl right! I was in a whore's heaven! I swear, it was a whole week before I could walk straight or sit down without at least three big, soft cushions!”

Bongo the Bear just started at her, speechlessly, as he stroked his hardening bulge.

“And guess what!” she continued. “I raised over $8,000,000! And it was all for a great cause!”

“What was da cause, yo put yoself through all dat brutality for, yo sexy, gold-skinned white slut?”

“It was for a charity I started myself called Women in a Man's World,” she replied. “Basically, we re-educate woman into understanding that this is a man's world and what our proper place is in it. You see, us girls are only here to cook for the men, clean for them and serve all their sexual needs, no matter how nasty or extreme. Our sole purpose is to be used for their sexual entertainment and enjoyment. After all, it's us girls' fault their beautiful cocks get so big and stiff and out of control, not theirs. I've been a whore, for men every since the day I first started having sex. And I love it! I never ever leave a room without asking each man if he wants to fuck me or have me suck his cock and swallow his yummy seed. I think it's just about us girls knowing our proper place and showing men the respect, obedience, servitude and common courtesy they deserve.”

“Fuuuuck!!” said Bongo the Bear. “Yo really one nasty, freaky-ass whore, Miss Jilnar!”

“Silly Bongo trying to get me all horny by calling me a whore. You know how much I love I when men say that,” she giggled. “So, have we got any email questions?”

“We sure have, Miss Jilnar, you nasty fuckin' whore!” he laughed. “Paul from New York City wants to know if it's OK to ask a hot chick if he can have her panties.”

“Hi, Paul” replied Jilnar. “I think it's perfectly OK. In fact, I consider it a compliment. I always take a few extra pairs of panties in my handbag everywhere I go because men are always asking me if they can have them. Naturally, they always want the ones I'm wearing because they like them to still feel warm and moist. After I slip them off and politely hand them over, I just slip on one of my spare pairs, to get them all nice, and warm and moist for the next guy who comes along and wants to add them to his panties collection. In fact, Paul, please send me your address so I can send you the pair I have on right now. It's a pretty little lacy thong, just like my bra. And, believe me, they're very wet and sticky. Besides, judging by the way naughty Bongo's hungry eyes are looking at me right now, I doubt I'll have them on much longer, anyway!”

“Yo got dat right, you hot, fuckin' bitch!” said Bongo the Bear. “Henry from Gulf Breeze, Florida wants to know if yo ever been arrested.”

“Hi, Henry!” giggled Jilnar. “That is an excellent question. Well, so far, since I came here to the USA, I've been a very lucky, little slut. But, I was always getting arrested Dubai and in Lebanon before that. You see, I'm always horny and can't always control my hungry, little pussy. So I sometimes have to give myself a little sexual relief, by inserting a finger or two and masturbating, no matter when or where, I may be. I'm a huge squirter and I really don't care who gets soaked with my hot, sticky juices. As long as I managed to spray someone because I don't like to waste it. But all the police who caught me never ever formally charged me. They always let me go with a warning, as long as I let them all either take turns fucking me in their police car or gangbang my horny brains out back at the station. Sometimes, they even used my ass to get information from suspects by letting them sodomize me if they cooperated. This is a service I hope to continue providing for our lovely police, right here, in beautiful California.”

“Holy Fuck!” said Bongo. “I mean- Bud from Bakersfield, Cali wants to know, if he ever sees yo 'round town, can he fuck yah?”

“Oooooh, Bud!” she laughed. “Of course you can! I love being fucked! Especially by strangers. It's even hotter still when they wrap their big, strong, rough hands around my neck, nice and tight! Sometimes, the really naughty ones squeeze my throat so tight, I have to wear a scarf, for a whole week afterwards, to hide all those nasty bruises! But, I do love it when men do that! I don't know hw anyone could possibly be a fan of mine, if he didn't already know that, honey. If you ever see me out and about, please, don't even worry about saying 'Hi' first. Just unzip that big, hard, beautiful cock of yours, grab me by my hair or my throat and ram it straight into me! I'd love it even more if you have all your buddies with you. The more stiff cocks, the merrier, I always say!”

“Fuckin' hell, Miss Jilnar!” said Bongo the Bear. “Whadda 'bout me and my buddies?”

“Silly Bongo!” she teased. “You're not a man, you're a bear!”

The audience all laughed at poor, ever-frustrated, Bongo the Bear.

“Tiffany from Seattle wants to know if yo ever fucked a man without his consent,” he continued.

“Well, of course I have, Tiffany, “ laughed Jilnar. “Don't girls do that here? I always keep a stash of roofies in my handbag, just in case a guy I want says no. It's very rare that happens but, occasionally, I meet a guy who wants to stay faithful to his wife or girlfriend. How boring! Unfortunately for them, that just makes a determined and single-minded cock-huntress like me want it even more! Those poor, misguided babies always end up waking up up to find themselves naked and tied to a bed. I always wait till they're awake before I fuck them because I like to feel them struggle and beg me to stop. The more they resist, the harder I fuck and the nastier I get! I stare straight into their eyes and tell them how much I want their fucking cum inside me, so I can have their fucking baby! It's only a matter of time until he belongs to me and our tongues are in each others mouths. It's never long after that when I start to hear him moaning. and screaming, as he starts pumping his thick, hot, creamy load, deep inside me.”

“Fuuuuuuck....” moaned Bongo the Bear. “I mean, Patrick from Phoenix wants to know if yo make every man fuck yo up dat sexy little ass of yours, Miss Jilnar,”

“Well, Patrick, of course, it's always up to the man to decide where he wants to stick his beautiful cock,” said Jilnar. “But I always beg and beg until he, finally, rams it in my ass. I'm sorry, but once I have a man's big, hard cock in my possession - and it's always only a matter of time before I do – I just have to feel it buried, all the way, deep inside my tight, good little Muslim-girl ass. Mmmmm... They all end up in there, sweetie, whether they were planning to be, or not! How can you possibly expect an insatiable and nasty little anal-addict, like myself, to ever act otherwise?”

“Fuck, Miss Jilnar!” said Bongo the Bear. “Does dat mean yo gonna make me put my--”

“Next letter, please, Bongo!” chided Jilnar. “You are a naughty bear!”

“Uhmmm...” continued Bongo the Bear. “Natalie from Milwaukee wants to know if yo has a good pick-up line for her to try.”

“How's it going, Natalie?” smiled Jilnar. “The most sure-fire line to get yourself laid is to just walk right up to a hot guy and straight out ask him to completely ravage you. Men love it when you ask them to do that. Especially when you say pretty please. And don't just use it on hot guys because it works even better on the ugly ones. After all, a cock's still a cock, right? And they have just as much right to fuck us as the hot guys. We're just as much their whores too. While he's fucking you, Natalie, it's very important to remember to keep screaming, kicking, struggling and begging him to stop and let you go. Men love that! And, if he spits on you and starts to get too rough, don't worry because that just means you're being a good girl and giving him what he needs. When he's finished with you, always remember to lick all the sweat off his balls. After-fuck ball-sweat tastes really yummy and men really love having them licked clean. When he's finished with you, give him your number and ask him, politely, if he could invite all his buddies to join him for the next one.”

“Fuck-- I mean, I got a perfumed letter from Jenni in Chicago,” continued Bongo the Bear.

“Hiya, Jenni!” said Jilnar. “Big kiss!”

“She wants to know how important anal-sex is.”

“Are you serious? Anal-love's vitally important, Jenni!” asserted Jilnar. “Men need to make anal-love, honey! So, it's the duty of all us girls, their whores, to give them as much as they want. Oooh, Jenni! Believe me, you can't even imagine how exquisitely intense and deliciously sweet the pain is! And a girl can never feel more owned by a man as she does when he's balls-deep inside her ass! You know, one of my fondest memories was from when I was a teenager. I had this dirty old uncle who liked to shove my head into the toilet and make me drink the toilet water while he fucked and creampied my ass. I loved him for that! Being ass-fucked is truly wonderful! Now, just get that pretty little butt of yours out there and start getting it fucked! Make sure you take each and every one of those nasty boys to Anal-Heaven. Actually, honey, I'm kind of jealous of you. If only I could go back in time to that day when I first felt a man's big, hard cock tear its way into my young, tight, little, virgin ass... Mmmmm... Actually, as I recall, it was four men. They owned the company my daddy worked for and, well, he badly wanted this promotion and.... Ahh, but that's a story for another time....”

“Uhmm...” gulped a completely bewilder Bongo the Bear. “Mary-Sue from Louisiana wants says she read an interview where yo talked about something you call “surprise fucks” which made her really wet and now she can't stop fantasizing about it happening to her. She wants to hear yo say more and she say she wants you to be really dirty.”

“Ahhh, Mary-Sue, you bad, bad girl!” giggled Jilnar. “Well, a “surprise fuck” is when you're going about your daily business and a horny guy comes along, out of the blue, and fucks you. Having a big, thick, hard cock suddenly thrust into your pussy, or ass, from behind is just so exciting! Those naughty boys usually wear masks or hold my face against the wall or the ground so I can't see them. But I know they only do that because they're shy. It's even better when there's a whole gang of them! They usually violate me, right there, on the spot, but some of them like to pull me into a vehicle and take me somewhere. I love feeling all those strong, impatient, hands ripping and shredding all the clothes off my helpless body. That's why women's clothing is made with such delicate fabric, you know, so men can easily tear it all of you. Every single shred! And, then, all those big, stiff cocks..... thrusting... pumping into me... ravaging me... and filling me up with all that thick, hot cum.... Oooh, my! I mean, seriously, what greater compliment can a girl receive possibly from a man than having him want to put his beautiful cock inside her and give her all of his precious cum? Then they always run away, or drive off and leave me somewhere, if they took me in a vehicle. It's lots of fun trying to figure out where I am and how to get home. If I'm really lucky, I might wander down the wrong, dark alleyway and have it all happen, all over again.... Mmmmmm..... Oh, Bongo, I'm getting sooo horny just thinking about it!”

“Oh, fuck! Me too, Miss Jilnar” moaned Bongo the Bear. “I- I- I mean, Eugene from Houston, Texas, wants to know what's one of your favorite fetishes.”

“Hey, Eugene!” said Jilnar. “Well, after a man, or a group of men have finished fucking me and they're getting ready to walk, run or drive away. I explain to them that I have this dirty little fetish and ask them, politely, if they wouldn't mind..... pissing on my face. Fortunately, so far, absolutely none of them have ever said no. I love the way that beautiful, warm, yellow liquid splashes all over my face and through my hair. When there's a whole gang of them, some of the ones who couldn't find enough room to soak my face like to piss all over my breasts, my pussy or between my ass-cheeks. I always open up my mouth, nice and wide, and swallow several mouthfuls. Men's piss has a very strong, bitter taste which I didn't really like the first few times I tasted it but, now that I've acquired a taste for it, I think it tastes even better than the finest French champagne.”

“Holy shit!” was all Bongo the Bear could articulate. “Holy fuckin' shit! Yo nasty, dirty, filthy fuckin'...”

“OK, boys and girls,” Jilnar interjected, quickly. “This is our first show so lucky, little me got to choose all the guests. As all my fans know, the two things I love most in this world are big, black cocks and lots and lots of hot, creamy, sticky cum.”

The audience again started to get excited, as did Bongo the Bear.

“Holy fucking shit, Miss Jilnar!” he said, rubbing his bulge quite rapidly now. “I knew yo was a dirty slut but I never even dreamed yo was dis dirty!”

“Bongo, don't interrupt! It's naughty!” she said, waving her finger at him. “Now, as I was saying, I love big, black cocks and lots of delicious, creamy, hot cum. So, without a doubt, two of my favorite actors are Mandingo and Peter North. Come on out, boyssss!”

The band played and the audience cheered as Mandingo and Peter North entered the stage, high-fiving several audience members in the front row as they walked by.

Jilnar hugged them both and let them both kiss her, passionately, before she had them each sit on either side of her on the sofa.

“Now,” she told the camera, “the first part of the show is a segment called Stroke It. I interview two guests while giving them a wonderful, soothing and relaxing handjob until them shoot their hot, sticky loads all over slutty, cum-loving, little me. Right, boys?”

“Fuckin' shit, Miss Jardaly,” interrupted Bongo the Bear, “Can I please have a handjo-”

“Bongo!” she scolded. “I told you that was naughty!”

“But... but... but...” he whimpered.

“Now, where were we?” she smiled at her impatient guests, who were both feeling her up and grabbing, squeezing, and manhandling her all over, as her own wandering hands had already made their naughty way up their inside thighs to their already-bulging crotches.

She asked them pretty basic, and boring questions about their careers, like; how did they get into the business, how many women they've fucked, who is their favorite star to work with, and so on. It didn't matter because no one was going to be paying much attention to any of that. Once she'd, easily, unzipped their pants and her expert fingers started, skillfully, stroking their aching members which had both instantly sprung straight out and stood at complete attention for her, it was unlikely they'd be able to converse very coherently or for much longer, anyway.

Once her very experienced hands had hold of her guests' manhood , they quickly found out just how hard it is to last against her famous cock-stroking skills.

“Yeah, baby, stroke it!” moaned Peter North, who was enjoying the sweet pleasure of her left hand.

“Fuck that feels good, you sexy, white-ass bitch!” said Mandingo, whose massive 14-inch cock was enjoying the exquisite pleasure of her right hand.

Jilnar was left-handed in all things apart from cock-stroking, where she was very proud to be completely ambidextrous. Any other sexually-obsessed whore who had spent half as much time stroking cock as slutty Jilnar would be too.

“You big, hard studs ready to cum for me yet?” she cooed. “You ready to cum for slutty Miss Jilnar?”

“I sure am!” said Bongo the Bear.

“Not you, Bongo!” she teased. “I mean these two legendary cocks. Mmmmmm... Look how tight, and swollen up both your big, beautiful balls are! You both look awfully full! You poor babies must find it sooo uncomfortable when your balls are all clogged up with all that nasty old cum. Mmmmm.... Time to let slutty Jilnar make you feel allllll better. Mmmmm.... I bet you're both ready to blow already, huh? Teehee! So..... who's gonna be first?”

“Honey, that's gonna be me!” said Peter North, through clenched teeth. “I''m gonna bust my fuckin' nut any second!”

“Oooooooh! Yessssss, honey...” purred Jilnar. “And where do you want to cum? I think good boys should be able to cum anywhere they want to, don't you?”

“I wanna blast it over your fuckin' clothes!” he grunted. “All over that tight, sexy, slutty fuckin' blouse and that skimpy, trampy, fuckin' miniskirt, baby!”

“What?! All over my nice, new clothes?” she teased. “But then I'll have to do the whole show soaked in your huge, creamy, hot load! Are you sure you wanna do something so mean to poor, little Miss Jilnar?”

“Hell, yeah! You fuckin' bet I fuckin' do!!!” said Peter North, as he threw back his head, and thrust his hips forward.

“OK then, you naughty little boy!” purred Jilnar, as she pointed the veteran of porn's cock directly at her succulent breasts.

“Stroke it! Stroke it! Stroke it!” chanted the excited audience.

“Oooooh, Jilnar!” Peter North cried, through his clenched teeth. “Ooooooh, Jilnarrrrrrrr!!! Ooooooooh, Jil-NARGHHHHHHHH!!!”

Peter North's first sploog easily covered the top of her open blouse, which was stretching to contain her jaw-breakiing, buxom beauties. It then slowly oozed its way down her cleavage, in thick pearly-white streams. She then pointed his cock further down to let the second sploog hit her stomach which it also covered with his sticky, white brew. Then, finally, she had him cream all over her lap. There was not a single stitch of the front of her clothes that wasn't covered with the biggest load of Peter North's entire career! He then slumped back and lost consciousness, another victim to Jilnar's sexy Lebanese accent, dusky, exotic, sultry beauty and, of course, those superior handjob-skills, the likes of which he'd never before encountered.

The audience cheered and cried all sorts of obscenities, and Bongo the Bear started to gibber a whole bunch of incomprehensible phrases.

The whole while her right hand never stopped, skilfully, hand-fucking Mandingo's 14-inch tool which had now grown to over fifteen inches of rock-hard, dark meat. He was visibly shocked by how big and hard she'd actually made him become! Jilnar felt his cock start to tremble. Without even his saying so, her finely-tuned, slutty instincts knew it was time.

“And where does this big, beautiful, black licorice stick wanna shoot his nasty, big, hot load?” she purred.

“All over your sexy, fuckin' face, bitch!” was the belligerent answer.

“But... but... but... the make-up lady spent sooo much time making my face look pretty for the show!”

“I don't fuckin' give a shit!” growled Mandingo, as he yanked her by the arm so her beautiful head fell, straight down, into his waiting lap.

“I bet yo face look even prettier when it covered by a brotha's cum!” said Bongo the Bear.

Jilnar made sure her gorgeous head was between Mandingo's huge cock and his tummy so the cameraman could zoom right in. Mandingo grabbed her behind the head by her long, shiny, black hair as her widened eyes, stared, fixedly, at his huge, throbbing weapon which she was jerking, towards her face, wildly!

“Stroke it! Stroke it! Stroke it!” again chanted the excited audience.

“Oooooh, Jilnar!” Mandingo cried, through his clenched teeth. “Ooooooh, Jilnarrrrrrrr!!! Ooooooooh, Jil-NARGHHHHHHHH!!!”

He made a long, deep, primal noise as a big long shot of jizz, noisily, splattered her right in the middle of her face. Then two more, one on each of her smooth, rosy cheeks. Splat! Splat! He then pushed her head down to blast her forehead and big, brown, doe-eyes. Lastly, he pulled her up to get that final, satisfying, blast all over her pretty mouth.

He finally released her and then passed out. Jilnar arose, her whole face was plastered in thick, white baby-batter of the dark-meat variety. She used her delicate hands to massage the precious gift of sperm all over her beautiful face and deep into her smooth, dusky skin. Jilnar didn't believe in ever wasting cum. Especially seeing as it's such a pure and natural source of high-grade vitamin E. It makes such perfect face-cream and is the key secret to her famously flawless and perfect skin.

When her gorgeous face, finally, became visible again, she looked every bit like the cat who got the cream. She gave a cheeky little wink to the camera and the audience went crazy!

“Fuckin' holy shit, Miss Jilnar!” panted Bongo the Bear. “When yo gonna try somma my vitamin E cream?”

“Silly Bongo!” she laughed. “Now, how about a big round of applause for my two sexy, first-ever guests and new best fuck-friends, Peter North and Mandingoooo!”

The team of stand-by paramedics rushed the stage to check her first guests' vital signs. When they finally managed revive Jilnar's used-up victims they gave the thumbs up.

“On the pile! On the pile! On the pile!” chanted the audience.

The paramedics stretchered Peter North and Mandingo to the far side of the stage and tipped them both out onto the floor under the big, neon sign which read; “Jilnar's Conquests.”

“I sure as shit hope I end up on dat pile one day, Miss Jilnar,” said Bongo the Bear, wistfully.

“But you're a bear, silly! That's pile's for people,” laughed Jilnar. “Anyway, Bongo, is that some new cum-pics I see you've put up on my Cum-Pic Gallery board?”

“Sure is, Miss Jilnar!” said Bongo the Bear, heading over to the large pin-up board with the big, neon sign above it, saying “Jilnar's Cum-Pic Gallery.”

Suddenly, a very funny-looking, elf-like puppet popped out from a flap, in the sofa, between Jilnar's long, shapely, golden legs. He appeared to have a very large, red, knobbly dildo for a nose.

“Well, howdy-dooo, Miss Jilnar!” said the puppet.

“Oh! Mr Fucknose!” squealed Jilnar, delightedly. “I was hoping you'd drop by! As always, your timing is perfect. I was just about to look at some of my fan cum tributes. Sooo, you know what I'm going to need you to do for me right now, don't you?”

“I surely do, you oversexed human whore!” he replied, in his comical, squeaky voice.

Jilnar slid forward on the sofa, spread her lovely long, slender, legs wide, tore a hole in the crotch of her tights and pulled her soaking wet panties to one side with those long, delicate, painted fingernails of hers. Mr Fucknose's red dildo nose suddenly came to life and started vibrating and making a loud whirring noise as it made its way toward Jilnar's juicy, glistening, wet and hungry slit.

“Uhmmm.... This one's from Warren in Philadelphia,” said Bongo the Bear, trying to point at an image of Jilnar's face getting well splooged by a big, black cock, but failing to do accurately, due to not being able to take his eyes away from the twisted, perverted display on the sofa.

“Oh, my!” squealed Jilnar, excitedly, as Mr Fucknose inserted his noisy, whirring nose, even deeper inside her hungry, heavenly snatch. “I do so love seeing my face getting jizzed by a big black cock. And look at all that lovely, thick, creamy, white cum. That must be at least a whole week's worth! Ooooh! Mr Fucknose! Please give me another inch!”

“Uhmmm... yes Miss Jilnar! At least a week's worth!” gulped Bongo the Bear. “And dis group shot's from Sergeant Davis and his army buddies at Wyoming.”

“My goodness!” grinned Jilnar. “One, two, three, four nice, big, strong cocks! And look at all that hot, sticky cum! Mmmmmm! You can hardly see my face at all! Oooooh, fuck me, My Fucknose! Fuck me and make me cummmmm!”

“Hehehehe! You got it, Ms Jilnar, you naughty, little slut!” giggled Mr Fucknose, knowing she was close...

“Holy fuck, Miss Jilnar! So, what yo think of dis big one right here, in da middle?” asked Bongo the Bear, sheepishly.

“Ooooooh!” she cooed. “Why, it's another big, black cock! And it's even bigger than the other one. Look at all those veins and that huge load-- Wait a minute! I know that big, black cock... Bongo!”

“Hehehe!” said an embarrassed Bongo the Bear. “I's sorry Miss Jilnar. But I shot such a big load, I just had to show you. It's da biggest load I beat out for yo yet... So... whadda yo think?”

“Oh, Bongo!” moaned Jilnar. “It's lovely. Thank you! Ooooh, Mr Fucknose! That's it, honey! Make me squirt now, while I'm looking at all Bongo's nasty cum all over my slutty, fucking face! Oooh! Oooooh! Oooooooooooooooooh!!!”

Jilnar threw her head back and gave in to her uncontrollable need to squirt all her sizzling-hot, exquisite love-juice. Fortunately, Mr Fucknose's operator was a very clever puppet designer who had thought of everything. Mr Fucknose's customized, circular mouth easily engulfed Jilnar's steaming-hot slit and inside his body was a canister to capture all her exotically sublime juices.

Jilnar's squirt was considered by many expert squirt connoisseurs to be the sweetest tasting nectar in the whole world. Much too valuable to waste! In fact, right after the segment, the ambrosial love-juice was to be poured out into shot glasses and served to the audience while it was still nice and hot!

Jilnar was no stranger to having her delicious squirt served in shot glasses. In fact, it was her Squirt Shots Parties that went a long way to paying her way through university. Men and women would pay, very handsomely, for just one small taste of her sweet, viscous fluid. Just one shot was all they ever needed to become blissfully intoxicated and hopelessly addicted to her incredible, orgasmic potion.

Of course, Jilnar is equally known for the enormous amount of squirt she can always produce. Everyone always tells her she cums in bucketfuls! Needless to say, inside Mr Fucknose's puppet-body was a very large canister so that not a single, precious drop of the delectably refreshing liquid would ever be wasted.

“Mmmmmmmm.....” cooed Jilnar, as she released the final few squirts. “Thank you Mr Fucknose! And thank you to you too, Bongo, for the beautiful cum tribute. You both made me cum sooo hard...”

“Hehehe! You're very welcome, you sexy, Arab cunt!” squeaked Mr Fucknose, as he disappeared back into the sofa with his delicious bounty, sloshing about in the, almost completely-filled, canister.

“So... uhmmmm.... when I gonna get to cover yo sexy, slutty face for real, Miss Jilnar?” asked an ever-hopeful Bongo the Bear, timidly.

“Ut-uh!” she chided, pointing a red-painted fingernail at her pretty face. “This face is for people cum only, not bears'!”

The audience exploded into laughter until Jilnar raised her delicately-manicured hand, to quieten them down.

Just then, a beautiful girl in lingerie appeared from either side of the stage, each carrying a tray full of shot glasses containing a clear, viscous liquid.

“It's Squirt Shots time!” they both said, in unison.

The audience went mad, and started to push and shove their way to the front so that they may be one of the lucky ones to, finally, live out their dream of actually getting to taste Jilnar Jardaly's, world famous squirt, still warm and fresh from her beautiful, divine, smooth, hairless, Arabian slit!

“I hope you like it, guys,” cooed Jilnar. “It's fully imported, you know.”

Some of them swallowed the whole glass of the sweet, hot fluid in one greedy gulp, while others savored each sip, swelling it around their mouths so that each and every taste bud experienced the sheer intensely of the uniquely, flavorsome ecstasy. They all noisily expressed their enjoyment. of the divine liquid refreshment as they instantly became blissfully intoxicated by the exotically potent brew.

While all that was going on, Jilnar appeared to be starting to become distracted by the two men on the Jilnar's Conquests pile or, rather, the way the studio lights were highlighting the glistening sweat on their scrota. Jilnar, a well-known connoisseur of ball-sweat, finds it almost impossible to concentrate when presented with such an irresistible temptation.

“Hey!” protested Bongo the Bear. “Save me a glass of dat beautiful, hot squirt!”

“No, Bongo!” chided Jilnar. “Girly-squirt's for humans and, therefore, it's-”

“Not for bears!” shouted in the audience.

Jilnar then giggled, teasingly, as poor Bongo grumbled, sulkily.

“Now, boys and girls, let's have a bit of shoosh so I can introduce the next segment. We call this segment Swallow It because the next guest gets to talk all about whatever he wants while I suck his cock and swallow every single drop of his sweet, salty, yummy cum. Mmmmmm....”

The audience cheered wildly for at least three minutes.

“Miss Jilnar?” asked Bongo the Bear. “Can I please be yo special guest on Swallow It?”

“Ooh, Bongo!” she laughed. “You're not my guest, you're my friend! Honestly, you're just sooo silly sometimes!”

“But... but... Miss Jilnar!” he whimpered. “I's goin' freakin' crazy watchin' dis shit!”

The audience. once again, started to laugh at the long-suffering Bongo the Bear.

“OK, everyone!” said Jilnar. “I want you to welcome my first ever guest on Swallow It. It's my boss and the producer of my humble little show. Please give a warm Hot and Horny Fuckhouse welcome to Mr Toby Weinstein!”

From the side of the stage came a short, fat, sweaty, balding man with thick glasses. A clapping Jilnar hugged and kissed him when he arrived at the couch and she invited him to sit closely beside her.

“Isn't he cute?” she asked the audience, as she snuggled up against him.

The audience cheered and clapped loudly, knowing exactly what kind of depravity was about to happen next.

“Well, Mr Weinstein,” she purred into his ear, “I know I don't need to tell you what this segment's all about, seeing as it was your idea, huh? Why not get yourself comfortable while I get down on my knees in front of you, like the complete slut you know I am, and pull out that nice, big cock of yours which I've been just dying to wrap my lips around...”

“Well, are you really sure you want me as your first guest for Swallow It, JiJi?” he blushed. “Look at me. I'm no rock idol or Hollywood star.”

“Shhhhhh...” said Jilnar, as she leaned over, and delicately licked his ear. “All cocks are beautiful, and all cum is sweet. Now, just sit back, relax, and let Mommy taste your sweeeeetnessss!”

“Oh, yeah!” cried an audience member.

“Wooooooooo!!!” cried another.

They all cheered, as they watched naughty Jilnar slide onto her knees, between Toby's chubby legs, and waste no time in releasing his waiting, throbbing cock.

“Why not tell our wonderful audience how we first met while I suck you off, Mr Weinstein?” she winked as she licked her way up his rapidly-stiffening shaft.”

A few men in the front row whistled and cheered.

“Well, JiJi,” he started, wiping the perspiration - which was already forming on his forehead - with his handkerchief, “my colleagues and I,were due our annual sabbatical so we decided, this year, to head out to Dubai where-- Oh, my!”

Jilnar's head was starting to bob up and down, faster and faster, as she easily sucked down his entire girth and length, each time.

“And... and... and...” Toby was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on telling the story, under the intense duress of Jilnar's legendary and unrivaled cock-sucking skills.

“We... we...,” he continued, “headed into this c... c... cl... club where we were told about this f... f... freaky, hot newsreader bitch who always c...c... comes in there to get f.... fu... fucked!”

To make matters even more challenging and stressful for poor Toby, he started to feel Jilnar's long finger snaking its way, expertly, up his asshole so she could start doubling his pleasure with one of her famous, prostate-massaging blowjobs.

“Ah... ah... fuck!” he moaned. “We... we... saw you, JiJi You were doing this se... se... sexy, slutty dance, r... ru... rubbing up against all the horny guys who gathered around you. Ah... aaah... f... fu... fuck! You were letting them grab and grope you, all over. You... you... you were even slipping that spectacular long t... t... tongue of yours into their m... m... mouths.... S..... some..... some of them even had their c.... co.... cocks out and were r..... ru.... rubbing them all over your dr.... dre.... dress.”

He gulped hard, and loudly, with sweat pouring down his chubby face as Jilnar's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. Her slurping noises became louder and louder as she sucked harder and harder. The whole time her long, delicate finger was mercilessly fucking his fat, hairy, sweaty asshole as she skilfully massaged his sensitive prostate gland.

“W... we... we asked the b... b... bar... bartender who you w... w... were.... Ahhh... Ahh... Aaaaaah!” he groaned, as he closed his eyes and concentrated with all his might. “You left th... tho... those guys, promising to come right b... ba... back, and f... fu... fuck, every single one of them, later... Th... th... then you w... wa... walked over to us and... and... and... asked us if we wanted to fuck your horny Arabian brains out! F... f... fu... fucking h... he... hell yeah we did! All eight of us! Y... y... you... you took us outside d.... d... down this alley b... be... behind the d... du... dumpster.... Then you b... be... bent of a t... tra... trashcan, and lifted your s.... sk.... skirt....”

“Mmmmmmmm....... hmmmmmmmm....” slurped Jilnar, enjoying hearing the sordid little story of how her filthy new show came to be.

“W.... w... we.... fucked you s... s... so hard!” he moaned. “Soooo f... fu... fucking hard! Y... y... you... took all our cocks at once.... in your m... m... mouth.... your hot...wet p... pu... pussy... and in your t... t... t... tight little ass. W... w... we... all cummed so hard.... so fucking hard! Inside all your h... ho... holes.... You f... fu... fucked the sh... shi... shit out of us! All of us! Th...th... then you begged us to p... pi... piss all over you! Th... th... then you went b... ba... back to the c... cl... club, and gave yourself to all the d... d... dirty bastards waiting by the d... d... door. They tore off wh... wha... what was left of your c... cl... clothes and.. they all started g... ga... gangbanging you too. Oh, shit! Oh, fucking shit! They we all so f... f... fu... fucking rough! Sooooo fucking rough! And there were s... s... so many of them! Soooo many! All fucking you like a cheap f... fu... fucking whore...”

Beautiful Jilnar just gazed up at him with her unblinking, big, brown doe-eyes while slurping, and deep-throating his swollen tool, all the way down her silky, velvety throat.

“Th.... th.... then they all started c... cu... cumming...” moaned Toby. “So.... many of them.... At least f.... fo... forty of them! And so much cum.... all over you.... you were c.... c.... c.... completely coated... h... he... head to toe! B... b... bu... but that s... st... still wasn't enough to s... s... sa... satisfy you! Wh... wh... wh... when they were finished cumming y... you... you made them all p... pi... piss all over you too! All over your tits.... your tummy.... your legs.... your face.... your hair. And... and... and... you were f... f... fu... fucking loving it, you f... fu... fucking sick, demented, perverted f... f... fu... fucking whore!”

Toby was reaching his absolute limit and, satisfied he was finished telling his story, decided to give in to his primitive, manly urges. He placed an arm under Jilnar's tummy and lifted her onto the sofa, beside him. The intense sucking-power of Jilnar's hungry mouth, knowing it was about to be fed, never released it's prey. Toby pulled up Jilnar's tight. little skirt and tore, savagely, at the crotch of her tights, making the hole she made herself even larger, fully-exposing her beautiful, pert little ass. He then raised his hand as high as he could and slapped it down on her defenseless, little ass with all the primitive, lustful strength he could muster.

The audience cheered loudly as they heard the almighty slap of his big, meaty hand, striking savagely across her delicate, peach-like buttocks, leaving a large, scarlet-red hand print. Jilnar made a muffled squeal as the pain tore thorough her whole body! The cock-sucking slut was in her own perverted idea of heaven! She arched her back and wiggled her perfect little ass to encourage Toby to keep spanking her which he did over and over, each time punishing her even harder than the last! Jilnar's entire delicate, little bottom was positively glowing bright red!

“Oh, JiJi!” groaned Toby, as he grabbed hold of one of her brutally-beaten buttocks and squeezed it as hard as he could between his chubby fingers. “You dirty fucking slut! You filthy fucking whore! Suck my Jewish dick, you Arab bitch! Empty my balls! Eat all my Jewish cum, you nasty, cock-sucking, cum-guzzling, Muslim, fucking whore!!!”

Nothing turns Jilnar on more than hearing a man trash-talk, debase and demean her like that, so she decided to give her boss the biggest cum explosion he'd ever known! And this naughty little slut knew just how to do it! Toby screamed and thrashed about as she sucked his swollen tool like a crazed, cum-hungry vampira! The whole time she continued to finger-fucked his fat, sweaty, hairy asshole with all the dexterity of the premium class whore she always consistently proves herself to be.

Toby could not take a single second more of her superhuman oral ability...

“Swallow it!! Swallow it!!!!!” he commanded, his whole body trembling and shaking, uncontrollably.

Toby knew it was time to start pumping when he felt he legendary, cock-sucking, Lebanese whore seal her, perfectly designed, blowjob-lips tightly around the base of his shaft, so that not a single drop of his precious sperm would escape her insatiable appetite for fresh, hot, creamy semen.

“Oooooh, Jilnar!” Toby cried, through his clenched teeth. “Ooooooh, Jilnarrrrrrrr!!! Ooooooooh, Jil-NARGHHHHHHHH!!!”

She let out another muffled squeal and felt her Muslim cheeks start to bulge, as they finally began to fill with that delicious, fresh, Jewish semen she'd been yearning to taste and devour for so long. Her whole body started to feel more satiated and relaxed, as she received a very generously portioned cum-fix. A fresh load of jizz is just like a cocaine to an obsessed and depraved cum-addict like dirty, filthy, nasty Jilnar.

“Swallow it! Swallow it! Swallow it!” chanted the audience.

But, of course, as every Jilnar Jardaly fan knows, she needs absolutely no encouragement when it comes to swallowing cum. In her entire cock-sucking life, she has never ever wasted so much as a single drop. She loves the sweet, salty, nutty taste way too much to do that! In fact, she considers it to be her most favorite food.

After she greedily swallowed every goosey gob-full, she finally released his limp, spent cock. She then squeezed out that last, precious drop - the one that always tastes the sweetest - right onto her long, pink tongue. She swelled it around her mouth, savoring the delicious taste, before, finally, swallowing it and then turning to face the audience, opening her mouth wide.

“All gone!” she winked, licking her lips. “Oh, my! That sure was a yummy snack! You know, I never feel like I've really gotten to know a man until I've tasted his cum. And, believe me, sooner or later, I get to know them all!”

The audience went crazy and poor Toby fell onto the studio floor, clutching his heart.

The stand-by paramedics. once again, rushed the stage to administer more CPR. After some time with an oxygen mask, they finally gave the thumbs up and Toby weakly raised his arm to let everyone know he was OK.

“On the pile! On the pile! On the pile!” chanted the audience.

The whole team of paramedics, finally, managed to haul his big, fat, hairy, bloated body onto a stretcher which slumped, heavily, under his weight. Under considerable strain, they carried him over to the Jilnar's Conquests pile and dumped him, unceremoniously, on top of the semiconscious, naked bodies of poor, unsuspecting Peter North and Mandingo.

“Holy fuckin' shit, Miss Jilnar!” said Bongo the Bear, as he stared at the mounting pile of used-up male bodies. “Dis place startin' to look just like yo fuckin' apartment!”

“Silly, Bongo!” giggled Jilnar. “And, now, what's this I see behind me?”

On to the stage came Jilnar's two sexy lingerie girls, wheeling in a large screen with three life-size, naked caricatures of the Three Stooges. What was strange about it was that all three of them had a hole cut out where his penis would have been.

“Oh, yes!” squealed Jilnar, excitedly. “This is a quick and fun little segment we've called Jilnar's Helping Hands. Why don't you tell us about it, Bongo?”

“Oh, man, Miss Jilnar!” answered a rather excited Bongo the Bear. “This segment's so fuckin' awesome! Three of yo fans who're doin' it tough have come to get some help from yo hot, sexy helpin' hands. Those goddamn, lucky bastards!”

Jilnar skipped over to the board and got down on her hands and knees next-to the hole in Larry's crotch. She closed one eye and leaned forward, trying to peek into the hole, just as a very thick, albeit, average-length cock popped out and poked her in the eye which made her giggle.

Then, out the of the middle, Moe, hole slid a long, black cock and then, lastly, out the Curly Joe hole, slid an uncircumcised and, rather dirty-looking, white cock.

“Oooooooh!” squealed Jilnar. “This is just like Christmas! Why don't you tell me about this first cutie's problem, Bongo?”

“First up, in the Larry hole, we got Carlos,” said Bongo the Bear.

“How do you do, Carlos?” smiled Jilnar, as she gently held and shook his hardening cock between her slender thumb and index finger.

Sure enough, on feeling her extraordinary touch, straight up that instantly, stiffening cock did go!

“Carlos' parrot died on da weekend, Miss Jilnar,” said Bongo the Bear. “He says he feel like he just lost his best friend.”

“Oooh, my poor baby!” said Jilnar. “Let's see if Auntie Jilnar can make you feel alllllll better.”

She skilfully started to stroke his cock in that incredible way that only she knows how.

“Si....” moaned Carlos, from behind the screen. “Ooooh.... si! Ooooooooh..... siiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

Jilnar smiled brightly, as she quickened her pace. She got in close to make sure none of his precious man-milk was spilled and wasted, unnecessarily, on the floor.

“Oh, Mamma!” Carlos moaned from behind the screen. “Oooh, Mamma! Mamma! Mammaaaaaaaaaa!”

“That's right, sweetheart!” said Jilnar, grinning from ear-to-ear. “For Mommy! Cum for Mommy! Give slutty Mommy all your yummy, Latin cum!”

And then...

“Oooooh, Jilnar!” he cried. “Ooooooh, Jilnarrrrrrrr!!! Ooooooooh, Jil-NARGHHHHHHHH!!!”

Several large spurts of hot, spermalicious, Latin lava splashed all over Jilnar's pretty face and down her lovely neck to her ample cleavage.

“There!” she said. “All better now, Carlos?”

“Oh, siiiiii...,” he murmured happily.

A giggly Jilnar kissed the knob of Carlos' limp, spent cock, licked the cum off her lips and crawled over to the Moe hole.

“Oh, my!” she squeaked. “My, my, myyy!! I'd be biting right through my pillow if I had that monster buried deep inside my tight, little, Arabian ass! And who does this beautiful, big licorice stick belong to?”

“Dis is Chuck,” said Bongo the Bear. “He says his bitch just gone and left him for da asshole next-door.”

“Oh, nooo! My poor, poor, baby!” said Jilnar, as she used both her perfectly manicured hands to raise the stiffening rod to her lips to give it a gentle kiss. “What kind of crazy bitch could ever leave such a beautiful, long, thick, black cock? Black cocks have always been my favorite, you know. Especially the really big monsters, like yours, honey! Never mind, Chuckie. Mommy's here. Mommy will make it alllllll better. I promise.”

She held his enormous tool at the base, with one hand, and immediately started stroking his enormous manhood with the other. Within barely a minute of her incredible handiwork he was already moaning, uncontrollably, from behind the screen.

“Oh, Mommy!” Chuck moaned, from behind the screen. “Oooh, Mommy! Mommy! Mommyyyyyyyyyy!!”

“Oh, yesss!! Cum for Mommy!” said Jilnar. “Cum for Mommy! Give dirty, filthy, slutty Mommy all your hot, sticky, licorice-stick cum!!!”

“Oooooh, Jilnar!” he cried. “Ooooooh, Jilnarrrrrrrr!!! Ooooooooh, Jil-NARGHHHHHHHH!!!”

As before, Jilnar shuffled on her knees to get extra close so she could treat herself to every drop of his African-American load. Chuck's climax was every bit as big and powerful as the black weapon which launched it! The first spurt knocked Jilnar back as it splattered, noisily, all over her nose and sprayed out all over her gorgeous face. She quickly moved back in, nice and close, to receive his next two spurts, both of which gave her a real cummy hosing! It oozed down her lovely, long neck, to her cleavage, as it mixed with Carlos' Latin ball-brew, on its warm, slimy way downwards.

“There you go, Chuckie!” she giggled. “I told you Mommy would make it all better.”

Jilnar kissed his limp, black noodle, licked the cum from her lips and crawled along to Curly Joe.

“And who do we have here, Bongy?” she asked.

“He says his name's Jesus the Savior,” said Bongo. “He says he got no job, no folks, no friends, and has been livin' on da street for da last eight years.”

“Oooooooh!” said Jilnar. “Why that's awful! You poor thing. It must be so long since you've had someone else take care of you. Mommy will take extra good care of you, my Baby Jesus. I Promise.”

Jilnar lifted his cock and immediately started to roll back his foreskin.

“Now, let's just get this little hoodie out the way so Monmmy can see his pretty, little, holy face,” said Jilnar.

When a swollen, red knob was revealed, Jilnar clearly liked what she saw.

“Ooooooh, he's pretty!” she cooed, as she gave the knob a soft little kiss.

This time, she used both hands to start milking, but only with the tips of her long, red fingernails which she ran all over his lucky, albeit dirty and unwashed, cock with amazing skill and dexterity.

“That's it sweetie!” said Jilnar, as she gently blew on his knob while she gently massaged the entire shaft. “Let Mommy make it feel allll better. Come on, baby! Cleanse naughty, sinful, slutty Mommy's soul with your sacred seed! Cum for Mommy! Cum for dirty, filthy Mommyyy!!”

The bum who called himself Jesus started to moan loudly from behind the screen, as well as blurting out various profanities, along with several incoherent and random phrases about fluoride, vaccination, bar-codes, satellites, and crop circles.

“That's it, my baby!” she said. “Give Mommy all your hot cum! Naughty Mommy neeeeds it! Mommy needs it sooo bad!!”

“Oh, Mommy!” he moaned, from behind the screen. “Oooh, Mommy! Mommy! Mommyyyyyyyyyy!”

And then...

“Oooooh, Jilnar!” he cried. “Ooooooh, Jilnarrrrrrrr!!! Ooooooooh, Jil-NARGHHHHHHHH!!!”

Jilnar got in close, as she stared down the barrel of another lucky erection which was about to unload and give her yet another splooging of her favorite, yummy treat!

Splat! Splat! Splat! Three good, rapid-firing spurts spattered her lovely face, once again. Like before, it oozed down her slender, long neck to her spectacular cleavage where it create