The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event.
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"Jilnar Jardaly's Hot and Horny Fuckhouse"
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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 force 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!!"
