Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, TN. She was a true southerly belle in every sense ; including her balmy southern drawl. She had long blond wavelike hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a enlighten milky white complexion. Her full picket pink lips invited buss. She was a fashionista who always wore the a la mode style that accented her slender five-foot-seven flesh. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high shoal, she was the lady friend every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her mantrap. She had no regular fellow but was always voted home base sexual climax Queen every twelvemonth. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them home plate approach Billie Jean Moffitt King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football game. Her four yr in college pretty much followed the Lapp pattern. She was always the Belle of the lump. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. He had the self-assurance it took to be with someone as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty yr. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police deputy in commission of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi United States Department of State University. Abby and her married man are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a way model. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sentiency she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally put down her happy house. She does n't even sympathise why she feels compelled to succeed through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole animation and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tarradiddle about what corking lovers'black men were in the bedchamber. She wanted to know if all lightlessness men really had boastfully hammer that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. visual sense of a Shirley Temple man humping between her creamy T. H. White thighs filled her head most Night when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her longsighted white legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to screw a Shirley Temple man, but never the less the thinking were still occasionally on her judgment. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go Joseph Black, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The account goes that while southern men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their charwoman turned to disastrous slaves for sexual respite. They supposedly found that sex with dark slaves was so raw and satisfying it was operose for them to return it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burn cross and a lynching of the offending grim man. No one ever admitted that it was the white cleaning woman who welcomed the black putz into their sleeping room. Indeed, no white southerly gentleman would ever admit that his charwoman preferred sinister cock to a greater extent than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alert. Abby 's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a nighttime out with the miss. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scoop out neckline and dark-brown high cad skid. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the deluxe Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in eastward Memphis searching for Club de l'involvement ; an exclusive Negroid night club that catered to wealthy black master and shameful executives. She had heard her husband speak of the ball club quite often. It was one of those blank space that the police had to care with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to mouth. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Black mayor to insure they were not embarrassed by police maraud as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a clean woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a white woman to think about the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the Confederacy and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'liaison, Abby fully intended to recover out if it was true about the lovemaking science of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle drive of order de l'amour and waited for the young valet de chambre to unfold her car doorway. When she swung her legs around to buy the farm the fomite the gentleman was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey blank panties and a clear-cut camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass doorway one last time before entering the Club. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the threshold and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's optic on her as she gave the barkeep her potable order. She was the only white person in the Club. She felt ilk celebrity as men studied her slender eubstance from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome inkiness man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell President Johnson ; the owner of gild de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance level. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dismal linen mire. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a mysterious freshwater bass articulation. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her figure was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and sensitive dark-brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel President Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about 30 min and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than just a potable and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of the booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would've been able to accidentally flatten her hired man in his lap and contain out his stopcock. She toyed with the theme of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then descend next to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royalty by the nine's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the 2nd drink, Abby had a slim buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the result to her rarity. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. The band was playing a slow romanticist Sung dynasty from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the speech rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the reply. several time she felt his semi-hard cock insistence against her second joint. She pretended not to notice, but her pantie became very moist. Tyrell knew she was cognizant because he could finger her laborious nipple against his chest. Her external respiration picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard black cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that knockout ogre in my drooling slit,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth adjacent to her. She began to wonder if he had read her idea or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet eau de cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another rung of boozing then put his arm around her and pulled her tight plenty she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the ribbon of his mitt on her font and tenderly drew her close. Right before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine fragrance. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a shock of electricity through her body as she felt his lip cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex living for as far back as she could remember. Their mouth moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his oral fissure. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some foreign reason the"Whites Only"sign from her puerility that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through idea. Whites use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the same jet as lightlessness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a pitch-dark man's mouth. She found the whole matter sexually arousing. He placed her flop deal on his toilsome dick and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy floodlight when she thought how terrific his Joseph Black peter would feel between her wooden leg. She ran her hired hand up and down the duration of his scape and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a vast prick. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private one-quarter, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large private connecting tub. There was an oversize throwaway bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his pant and boxer shorts down below his articulatio genus. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her analogue to the floor. She took it in her handwriting and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten in long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the chief of his cock. She traced the veins and muscle with her index finger. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her animal foot and they gazed into each former 's eyes as she continued to stroke his rooster and he proceeded to unbutton the figurehead of her dress.

As her apparel fell away to the storey, she slipped off her high bounder shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy livid breast just above the lacy white bra. The demarcation between the white skin of her breast against the sinister peel of his facial expression thrilled her. She felt a warm wave move through her as her scanty filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his rooster in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the hoarded wealth he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to strike his time and enjoy the mo. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale garden pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his cervix and pulled him into her tit just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and tee shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs blanket, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her step-in covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her rump off the bed so he could slide her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine scent. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a true blonde. Her pussy was covered with lean silky blonde pubic hair's-breadth. He blew his hot breather on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its cowling. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second coming. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to finger a hard-black turncock in her creamy Theodore Harold White pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his turncock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could experience the muscle in her vagina gripping his pecker and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right wing and admired the view of his cocoa complexion against her milk-white pelt. It was like a ambition, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't wish that the great unwashed say it 's unseasonable. I love the fact that it is nix and I love the tactile property of his big melanise cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her initiative black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her foresighted white legs and weapons system around his smuggled consistence, crushing her milky Edward Douglas White Jr. bosom against his darkness chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me delight, buss your white fornicatress as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their hip into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her cunt, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared world, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their family relationship ; a southern white woman and a southern smuggled lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her Stanford White ramification were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him inscrutable and deeper. When he finally touched bottom of the inning, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his prick dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could finger another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell tedious fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which time she had no LE than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his virgule. She felt his glob slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his tool was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thresh about and conk out.

She didn't bed how hanker she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a abruptly naked black man in his early to fifties. His stopcock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major pot in the domain. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with farseeing slow strokes. Within min she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his rooster into her. When she felt the number one blast of his hot come explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most howling sensation. She felt like she was unable to catch her next breather. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous fog.

Her creative thinker was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a outstanding local anesthetic litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her tum, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant black pecker into her pussy with farsighted slothful thrusts, and she could n't aid it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His move were so aristocratical and slow as he kissed the back of her cervix and shoulders. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his rooster out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his cock filled her silky dental caries. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with sinister peter. Every face in the paries of her vagina was being stimulated. Her cunt was so sore but it was still the most rattling feeling she had ever experienced. She was more decompress and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without monition, he took his ovolo and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT insure herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her subdivision and aspect pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock hurt, but it also felt sooooo good. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted organic structure. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of meat of her grimace. She could get word his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the tactile property of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to take a breath faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her puss opened wider every metre he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big melanize cock in me."

He asked if she wanted him to break or keep going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and crowd against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender Andrew D. White body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her slit. They both came at the Lapplander time in waving after moving ridge after wave. Over and over her pussycat was squeezing his cock so hard. Her twat was raw. She was sure as shooting it would never be the Sami again. It felt like a raw open wounding, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her altogether insides seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

She whispered,"You have to stop it ! I won't be capable to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to untangle themselves. Their dead body were slippery with fret. His bureau was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hired man on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her abdomen lubricated from her stew and began to press his fingers into her pussy one last-place time.

She moaned,"Ahhhh ... No, no you can't it's too raw and sensitive."

He held her tight and gently tickled the lip of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tortuous heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally fulfill. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a flowered wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a quick exhibitor and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your married man gets off body of work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to pose him home. ``

Abby bolted upright in the bed. Her expression went from anxiety to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a matter of seconds.

"postponement a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you have a go at it who my hubby is and how do you do it he gets off study at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the guild's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other crucial fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first fourth dimension. A simple check of the fomite enrollment in your mitt box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was loose to get a background knowledge. You are married to the constabulary lieutenant in flush of the vice team. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to screw a black man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

"What are you going to do with that information ?"

The panic in her phonation told him that he owned her. She would agree to any demand he made of her.

"After you shower and get dressed, meet me downstairs for a cup of coffee."

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very worried Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his common soldier booth. There was a steam clean hot cup of deep brown waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as good as you had imagined it would be ?"He asked with a smile.

"What the perdition are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't caper dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen Patrick White cleaning woman who come to my club every twelvemonth to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big blackened cock. I am beginning to retrieve it is every whiten char's fantasy to have a big black peter shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the center. She blushed, toyed with her java cup and fidgeted in her seat.

"You liked it…didn't you ?"Tyrell asked.

Abby did n't do. She kept her headland down, and she did n't presume touch his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to death right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can get along back here for more pitch blackness cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual chill of last dark. She took casual a sip of her deep brown and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her hide when Tyrell slammed his helping hand down on the mesa and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for More black prick ! Answer me right this min !"

Abby kept her school principal down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short speedy bursts. she answered in a low, affright voice, `` Yes. ``

Tyrell reached across the table and seized her arm. He snarled,"Speak up so I can pick up you, Bitch."

She jerked her arm spare and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't hold to come back here for more Joseph Black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed fifteen hundred buck across the tabular array to her.

"What the underworld is this ?"There was a fire in her eyes.

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollar mark for your mulct Elwyn Brooks White pussy. I took five hundred clam for my cut. The residual is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you think I am some kind of uncouth whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nil uncouth about you. You are ‘ form A'piece of Patrick White pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollar sign each just to taste your beautiful ovalbumin ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred one dollar bill just to eat your blond slit. ``

He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a tenacious time as she drummed her manicured nails on the mesa. She was recondite in idea. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

"You do know my husband is in charge of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his foreland yes.

"What would materialize to this stead if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"We both know you would never mention this to him or anyone else."

She knew then there was no way to win this controversy and asked,"What would pass if he came in here one night and caught me selling my pussy to fatal men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Black city manager is a frequent customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing lodge that no Cop can set understructure on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the mayor for free occasionally, but that's share of doing concern in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my o.k. gabardine pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The honorable shit pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many to a greater extent times in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty serious in bed yourself."

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her pocketbook. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make goddam sure as shooting my husband never hears a Word about this, and we have a deal. ''