Jack takes the stage

The loudspeaker jolted to life and a breathy female voice enveloped the crowd, "You know him as Shaka, Secret Agent Owe or Alia Starshatter." The soft, silky voice was intimately familiar to most of the crowd. She continued, "I know him intimately as the Great Black Rooster and "LongCock" Johnson." As if by a Pavlovian reaction, the crowd surged with arousal. The voice was that of Kayla Kupps, the same Kayla whose video of her being energetically sodomized was playing in high definition.

The giant black Bull holding a blonde bimbo on a leash let out a grunt as his massive slab of a cock overwhelmed his stitching of his pants. With a loud rip, the thick bullcock burst from its confines and slapped against his abdomen with an audible thud before hanging in the air, bent in the middle under it's own girthy weight. A single strand of thick potent precum dripped from the plum-sized head of the black obelisk. He grumbled about having to replace another pair of pants before his submissive bimbo, at the sight of her master's erect python, got to the task of licking up the syrupy dripping.

The voice of Kayla finished, "Put your hands together for one of my personal friends and soon to be yours, Jack Johnson!" The crowd went wild, hooting and stamping their feet as upbeat hip-hop music announced the arrival of the congressman.

Jack Johnson emerged from red, white and blue curtains and slowly walked to the certain stage, waving to the crowd and flashing that award-winning smile. African Bulls are always on the tall side but he towered above even those in the crowd. He was almost seven feet tall and his body was covered in corded muscle. His body was legendary, sculpted from a daily regime of eight hours in the gym. His scalp was smooth and his large lips were covered by a black goatee. He was dressed in a heavily tailored black suit, cut in the local style. His undershirt was made of black silk and the neck was undone, revealing a wisp of his powerful chest. He wore no jewelry save for a simple medallion hanging from a simple, green cord. The breath caught in the handful of woman's throats as the even the tailored pants failed to hide the unmistakable bulge which stretched down to his knee even while flaccid.

He strode to the front of the stage and ran his dinner plate sized hands across the grasping hands of the people in the front row. As he approached, the women of the crowd surged forward in a chance to get close to the him. Everywhere his eye looked, giant breasts exploded out of clothing too tiny to contain them. Giant hips and thighs pressed up against each other as the bountiful bimbos got close to him. He caught the eye of a trio of busty bimbos blowing him kisses from beneath their head scarfs. He took note of them to look up later during the after party.

Jack made his way to the center of the stage and looked out at the overflowing crowd, the scene of him plowing Kayla Kupps still projected behind him.