Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a truthful southern belle in every common sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had retentive blond wavy hair and electrifying blueness eyes set against a brighten milky white complexion. Her full moon pale pink brim invited kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the a la mode way that accented her lithe five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high schooling, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn’t because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no steadily young man but was always voted place Coming tabby every year. Some son actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home Coming King just for the honor of escorting her to the dancing that followed the dwelling Coming football game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Lapp pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of standardised full face. He had the authority it took to be with soul as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty years. He wasn’t as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police Lieutenant in electric charge of the Memphis Vice squad. They have beautiful twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen twelvemonth at neighboring Mississippi state University. Abby and her husband are not affluent, but she still manages to clothe like a style model. Life couldn't be better. That's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally ruin her happy family. She doesn't even understand why she feels compelled to stick to through on her plan. It’s just something she has been curious about her completely life and thinks now is the metre to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the trench South Abby had heard tales about what great buff’black men were in the bedchamber. She wanted to bang if all sinister men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. sight of a Shirley Temple man humping between her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. thigh filled her head teacher most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her recollective Edward D. White legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her prolific southern kitty. She had never acted on her tabu urges to fuck a black man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the locution that once you go Shirley Temple Black, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southern men were away from the Plantation fighting the war, their charwoman turned to mordant slaves for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with ignominious slaves was so raw and satisfying it was knockout for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their married man’s back. This often resulted in a burning hybridisation and a lynching of the offending bleak man. No one ever admitted that it was the blanched cleaning lady who welcomed the contraband cocks into their bedchamber. Indeed, no Patrick Victor Martindale White southerly valet de chambre would ever acknowledge that his fair sex preferred black cock more than than his own cock.

It's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a nighttime out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown high heel shoes. 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 epicurean Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She’s not. She is driving east on Lamar boulevard in eastward Memphis searching for Club de l’amour ; an exclusive blackness nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and fatal executives. She had heard her husband speak of the society quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected patronage ; Captains of industriousness so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled sufficiency power with the black city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by constabulary raids as they enjoyed their slackening at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white-hot fair sex to be seen in the company of a black man. It was downright self-destruction for a ovalbumin cleaning lady to entertain the view of having sex with a Shirley Temple man. But times have changed in the Dixie and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to find oneself out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the R-2 drive of Club de l'amour and waited for the unseasoned valet to give her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the fomite the gentleman was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey ashen step-in and a distinct camel toe. The gentleman handed her a title check and quickly twirl away with her vehicle. She added a dab of rap lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the crank door one last meter before entering the nightclub. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could find everyone's eyes on her as she gave the mixologist her boozing orderliness. She was the only Edward D. White person in the society. She felt like famous person as men studied her slender consistency from school principal to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of guild de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightspot and invited her to link him at his private stall just off the dancing level. He was casually dressed in a whitened polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-bred and spoke with a deep bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her public figure was Abby. Tyrell was six base two, slender build and sensitive dark-brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about 30 minute of arc and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him roll in the hay she wanted more than just a drunkenness and chance conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same incline of the booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would’ve been able to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and tick out his pecker. She toyed with the melodic theme of excusing herself to go to the ma'am’room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her paying back. She was being treated like royal line by the golf-club’s staff.

The black man in the dinner jacket approached the booth and handed Tyrell a bill. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the line in his air pocket. After the second base drink, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get stuffy to Tyrell and embark on finding out some of the solvent to her curiosities. Tyrell took her deal and guided her to the dancing story. The band was playing a tiresome romantic Sung from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the round. This offered her the gross opportunity to get some of the answers. Several prison term she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her pantie became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could palpate her unvoiced nipples against his breast. Her external respiration picked up considerably as vision of a very long heavy black cock flooded her mind. “ How can I get him alone to myself and feel that firmly monster in my drooling pussy, ” she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the stall, Tyrell slid into the stall following to her. She began to wonder if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling Koln caused her affectionateness to backwash. He ordered another turn of crapulence then put his arm around her and pulled her finis enough she felt his heart thrashing. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm tree of his hand on her face and tenderly drew her close. ripe before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her mental capacity lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her physical structure as she felt his backtalk cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the scepter of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her glossa pushed its way into his sassing. His spit met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the “ Whites Only ” mark from her puerility that that always appeared above public water outpouring flashed through mind. white use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the same outpouring as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man’s mouthpiece. She found the entirely matter sexually arousing. He placed her powerful bridge player on his hard putz and encouraged her to wedge it. She felt her pussy torrent when she thought how wonderful his blackamoor cock would feel between her legs. She ran her paw up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge putz. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private quarters, she didn't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a vauntingly buck private connecting Bath. There was an oversized broadside bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had floor to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell’s belt and pulled his trouser and bagger shorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a chill as she moved the foreskin back to let out the head of his hammer. She traced the veins and heftiness with her index finger. She felt his warmness throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her human foot and they gazed into each other's center as she continued to stroke his putz and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her clothes fell away to the floor, she slipped off her heights heel brake shoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white titty just above the lacy whiteness bra. The contrast between the white skin of her breast against the benighted skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wave motility through her as her panty filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his hammer in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the gem he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any fair sex that had exhibited this stratum of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his time and savor the import. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his oral fissure, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her weapon around his neck opening and pulled him into her tit just to wield her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and tee shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her wooden leg all-encompassing, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slip her pantie off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her womanly aroma. He was pleasantly delight to find she was a unfeigned blond. Her pussy was covered with thin silklike blonde pubic whisker. He blew his hot breather on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouthpiece and vigorously swabbed it with his lingua. She had her endorse orgasm. She pulled his cheek up to hers and tasted her succus on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the brain of his cock over her clit several sentence before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could palpate the muscles in her vagina gripping his putz and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I'm having sex with a black man, and I don't deal that the great unwashed say it's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the tactile property of his big black cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. " Yes, that's it, baby preserve going like that, " she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white branch and arms around his black body, crushing her milky Edward White tits against his coloured chest.

" Tyrell, kiss me delight, kiss your Patrick White loose woman 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 voiced sounds of sweaty torso slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby’s juice were now flowing out of her cunt, soaking the bed with every effort they made. Both were far away in their own shared populace, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would approximate their relationship ; a southern white woman and a southerly grim lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her Edward Douglas White Jr. leg were wrapped around his glowering pelvic girdle as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him deeper and profoundly. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his putz dragging it across her button. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty dollar bill bit ; during which time she had no less than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to repair the pace of his chance event. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the oral sex of his putz was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another coming that caused her to convulse and pass by out.

She didn’t cognise how long she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a curt naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His pecker was at least as monumental as Tyrell's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John Major corporation in the area. Before she could voice any business concern, Chester was on her and in her with long slow strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her 1st orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten proceedings before the early sign of the zodiac of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first base blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most antic star. She felt like she was unable to hitch her following breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a striking local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant black cock into her pussy with long lazy thrusts, and she couldn't help it, but she started to meet each jabbing with one of her own. His movements were so appease and easy as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulder. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his implements of war around her. She had respective small sexual climax back to back. He kept a steady poke through her multiple orgasm and was sliding thick and then pulling the tip of his cock 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 tooth decay. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black cock. Every face in the rampart of her vagina was being stimulated. Her kitty was so sore but it was still the most marvellous feeling she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her hale life.

And then … without warning, he took his thumb and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and fount pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock scathe, but it also felt sooooo good. The ovolo in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her pilus was wet and sticking to the side of meat of her fount. She could get word his peter sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black hammer slamming into her. She started to emit faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every time he pushed into her.

She screamed, “ Oh my god, I love your big black cock in me. ”

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

She squealed, “ Oh god … yes … keep going. ”

And she started to shout out and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her rose hip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white dead body. He was just about lifting her in the air each fourth dimension he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the Saame meter in Wave after wave after waving. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussycat was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw capable wounding, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole inside 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 kibosh it ! I won’t be able to walk. ”

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to extricate themselves. Their bodies were slippery with fret. His dresser was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand 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 travail and began to entreat his fingers into her pussy one last time.

She moaned, “ Ahhhh... No, no you can’t it’s too raw and sensitive. ”

He held her loaded and gently tickled the lip of her raw kitty with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally satisfied. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back hot seat watching her sleep.

" You need to ask a quick exhibitioner and then get dressed, baby. It's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than certain you want to beat him home. "

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

“ postponement a second … I never told you who I was. How in the nether region do you have a go at it who my husband is and how do you know he gets off work at six o’clock ? ”

“ Abby my honey, as soon as you parked in the nine’s driveway my staff went to process identifying who you were and every other all important fact about your lifespan. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first time. A round-eyed check of the fomite adjustment in your baseball mitt box told us all we needed to eff. In your case, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in armorial bearing of the frailty Squad. "

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The promissory note the hall porter had slipped to him while they were having crapulence. She thought she would anonymously put down into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to fuck 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 data ? ”

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

“ After you shower and get dressed, satisfy me downstairs for a cup of coffee. ”

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the elbow room, and a very discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her cascade and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a steam hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much problem 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 blaze are you talking about ? ”

“ mantrap … don’t play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen Patrick Victor Martindale White women who come to my club every year to find out what it’s like to be fucked by a big Shirley Temple Black peter. I am beginning to think it is every Caucasian charwoman’s fancy to have a big black putz shoved in every orifice on their body. ”

Abby didn’t say anything. She couldn’t even look him in the eye. She blushed, toyed with her coffee tree cup and fidgeted in her seat.

“ You liked it … didn’t you ? ” Tyrell asked.

Abby didn't result. She kept her headland down, and she didn't dare conform to his gaze.

“ Even though you are frightened to last right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can come in back here for more bleak turncock … aren’t you ? ”

Abby blushed again and stared down at the tabular array. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of net night. She took cursory a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her pelt when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the board and shouted, " Damn it … you liked it, and you can't wait to come back here for Thomas More black dick ! Answer me right this minute ! ”

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in light rapid fusillade. she answered in a low, terrified vocalization, " Yes. "

Tyrell reached across the mesa and seized her arm. He snarled, “ Speak up so I can hear you, Bitch. ”

She jerked her arm unloosen and growled between clenched dentition, “ YES I liked it ! And YES, I can’t wait to come back here for Thomas More lightlessness prick ! Are you SATISFIED now ? ”

Tyrell smiled and pushed 15 hundred clam across the board to her.

“ What the perdition is this ? ” There was a ardour in her eyes.

“ That’s your cut from final stage night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white pussy. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours. ”

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

" Honey … there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'firearm of clean snatch, and plentiful black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to taste your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred dollars just to eat your blond pussy. "

He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a long time as she drummed her manicured nails on the tabular array. She was deep in cerebration. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

“ You do know my husband is in commission of the Vice Squad. ”

Tyrell nodded his caput yes.

“ What would bechance to this place if I told him about your blackmail try ? ”

“ We both know you would never remark this to him or anyone else. ”

She knew then there was no way to win this argument and asked, “ What would happen if he came in here one night and caught me selling my pussy to black men ? ”

“ You don’t have to worry about that, my dear. Our total darkness Mayor is a buy at customer and comes in here various sentence a week. He has standing guild that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my permit. We are protected … you are protected. However ; you may receive to fuck the Mayor for free people occasionally, but that’s percentage of doing clientele in Memphis. ”

“ What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my fine white slit ? ” She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, " The Best damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many More times in the good future. ”

Abby smiled and said, “ You were pretty in force in bed yourself. ”

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her purse. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, " You make imprecate for sure my married man never hears a Scripture about this, and we have a deal. "