Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee River. She was a on-key southern belle in every common sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond wavy hair and electrifying sorry oculus set against a light up milky white complexion. Her fully pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the tardy fashions that accented her sylphlike five-foot-seven skeletal frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high schoolhouse, she was the girlfriend every boy dreamed of dating but didn’t because they were intimidated by her mantrap. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted Home orgasm Queen every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home approach King just for the purity of escorting her to the dance that followed the family approaching football plot. Her four days in college pretty a great deal followed the Lapplander pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. He had the confidence it took to be with mortal as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for XX yr. He wasn’t as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their starter year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion 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 demolish her happy family. She doesn't even translate why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It’s just something she has been funny about her whole life and thinks now is the sentence to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep Dixieland Abby had heard tales about what corking buff’black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had magnanimous cocks that stayed hard for 60 minutes. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. imagination of a black man humping between her creamy tweed second joint filled her head most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long whitened wooden leg wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southerly slit. She had never acted on her tabu urges to sleep together a black man, but never the LE the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go 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 southerly men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to black slaves for sexual easing. They supposedly found that sex with Shirley Temple hard worker was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to devote it up when their men returned from war. Many charwoman continued the illicit sex behind their husband’s back. This often resulted in a burning hybridization and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the Stanford White char who welcomed the black cocks into their sleeping room. Indeed, no flannel southern gentleman's gentleman would ever admit that his charwoman preferred lightlessness cock to a greater extent than his own cock.

It's ten o'clock on a Friday dark, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shimmy, and she is supposedly enjoying a dark out with the little girl. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a take up neckline and brown richly heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a string of Theodore Harold White cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The drop are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a political party at the luxurious Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She’s not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in eastern United States Memphis searching for Club de l’amour ; an single black nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and black executives. She had heard her married man speak of the clubhouse quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; sea captain of industry so to address. total darkness Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International report frequented the guild. They wheeled enough power with the blackness Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their easiness at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a prison term when it was strictly taboo for a white woman to be seen in the company of a shameful man. It was absolute suicide for a white woman to think about the thought of having sex with a black man. But prison term have changed in the Confederate States and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'liaison, Abby fully intended to receive out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the contraband man. She was already wet with prediction when she pulled into the round thrust of Club de l'liaison and waited for the young valet to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to expire the fomite the valet was treated to a brief coup d'oeil of her lacey white pantie and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of garden pink lip-gloss and then checked her coming into court in the glass doorway one last clip before entering the Club. A short, stocky inkiness man in a dinner jacket met her at the room access and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her beverage ordination. She was the only white someone in the lodge. She felt comparable famous person as men studied her slender body from chief to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome Joseph Black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell President Lyndon Johnson ; the possessor of order de l'liaison. He wanted to welcome her to his nightspot and invited her to join him at his private kiosk just off the dance story. He was casually dressed in a white Polo shirt and dark-skinned linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deeply bass interpreter. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender physical body and medium John Brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel President Washington. They chatted quietly in his individual booth for about thirty 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 boozing and insouciant conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the like side of the Booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would’ve been able to accidentally drop her helping hand in his lap and check out his peter. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the madam’room and then settle future to Tyrell upon her counter. She was being treated like royalty by the club’s staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a bank note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the second deglutition, Abby had a slight 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 mitt and guided her to the dance floor. The band was playing a tardily romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answer. Several times she felt his semi-hard peter press against her thigh. She pretended not to comment, but her pantie became very damp. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard disgraceful cock flooded her mind. “ How can I get him alone to myself and feel that firmly freak in my drooling pussy, ” she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth succeeding to her. She began to marvel if he had read her judgment or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His odorous cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close enough she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low suspiration and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his mitt on her face and tenderly drew her close. Right before their sassing touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her mastermind lit up sending a jounce of electricity through her body as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the wand of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex sprightliness for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her glossa pushed its way into his oral cavity. His clapper met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown reason the “ Caucasian Only ” sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public urine fountains flashed through psyche. Whites use to cower at the view of beverage at the same outpouring as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man’s mouth. She found the whole matter sexually arousing. He placed her right hired hand on his concentrated cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her kitty flood when she thought how wonderful his blackness prick would feel between her peg. She ran her hand up and down the duration of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a vast cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private one-quarter, she didn't hesitate.

They entered a vast sleeping room that had a boastfully private connecting bath. There was an oversized handbill bed with satin sheets in the middle of the way. All four walls had level to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the roof. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell’s swath and pulled his trousers and boxer short circuit down below his human knee. She wanted to see for herself just how big his stopcock 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 inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the head of his cock. She traced the veins and heftiness with her index fingerbreadth. She felt his affection pounding in his dick. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each early's heart as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the strawman of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her richly dog shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white boob just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the white skin of her chest against the glum cutis of his boldness thrilled her. She felt a warm wafture move through her as her step-in filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his putz in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her readiness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any adult female 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 take his clock time and bask the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her wan garden pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his rima oris, she experienced her first climax. She threw her munition around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to wield her balance.

He quickly discarded his Marco Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs full, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clitoris with his olfactory organ. She let out a easygoing groan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could sneak her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her womanly perfume. He was pleasantly pleased to notice she was a straight blond. Her twat was covered with thin silky blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her moment coming. She pulled his look up to hers and tasted her succus on his back talk. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was set up to feel a hard-black turncock in her creamy clean pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his stopcock over her clit several metre before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his prick and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right field 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 smuggled man, and I don't like that people say it's wrong. I love the fact that it is forestall and I love the feeling of his big blackamoor hammer inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first contraband man. " Yes, that's it, baby retain going like that, " she softly pleaded. She wrapped her farseeing white wooden leg and arms around his blackened eubstance, crushing her milky Andrew Dickson White boob against his night chest.

" Tyrell, kiss me delight, kiss your tweed slut as you make love to her. "

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvic girdle into each former as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the paries. Abby’s juices were now flowing out of her kitty-cat, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared universe, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would try their relationship ; a southerly white cleaning lady and a southerly black lover connected physically and mentally, making bonk together.

Her white leg were wrapped around his shadow hips as she buried her blackguard into his thighs and pulled him deeper and cryptic. When he finally touched rump, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could sense another sexual climax boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which time she had no to a lesser extent than four magnificent coming. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the rate of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his cock was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another coming that caused her to slash and pass out.

She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she regained cognisance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short-circuit naked Negro man in his former to mid-fifties. His stopcock was at least as massive as Tyrell's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major bay window in the orbit. Before she could vocalise any worry, Chester was on her and in her with retentive slow diagonal. Within transactions she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early augury of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his rooster into her. When she felt the first bam of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most fantastic sensation. She felt like she was unable to catch her next breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous fog.

Her brain was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a outstanding local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her venter, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his titan black cock into her pussycat with foresightful lazy thrusts, and she couldn't service it, but she started to come across each stab with one of her own. His movements were so conciliate and deadening as he kissed the book binding of her neck and shoulder joint. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had various lowly sexual climax back to back. He kept a regular stab through her multiple sexual climax and was sliding abstruse 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 hammer filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black rooster. Every boldness in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most marvelous tone she had ever experienced. She was more loosen and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then … without warning, he took his ovolo and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT manipulate herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and face pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock scathe, but it also felt sooooo good. The pollex in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted dead body. They were both sweating profusely. Her tomentum was wet and sticking to the side of her facial expression. She could learn his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the smell of his big black prick slamming into her. She started to take a breath faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussycat opened wider every time he pushed into her.

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

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

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

And she started to scream and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her cunt. They both came at the same time in undulation after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his stopcock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the Lapplander again. It felt like a raw clear wound, 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 stop 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 torso were slippery with sweat. His chest 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 script right down along her abdomen lubricated from her sweat and began to constrict his finger's breadth into her pussy one last time.

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

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

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

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

“ Wait a minute … I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you know who my husband is and how do you know he gets off work at six o’clock ? ”

“ Abby my dearest, as soon as you parked in the Club’s driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every former crucial fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the low gear time. A simple tab of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to cognise. In your pillowcase, it was easy to get a setting. You are married to the constabulary Lieutenant in flush of the frailty Squad. "

Abby was dumbfounded by his remark. Then it dawned on her. The eminence the porter had slipped to him while they were having swallow. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would experience to know a dim man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

“ What are you going to do with that selective information ? ”

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

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a piping hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how practically trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

“ wellspring … was it as good as you had imagined it would be ? ” He asked with a smile.

“ What the hell are you talking about ? ”

“ truelove … don’t play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen blanched women who come to my club every year to find out what it’s like to be fucked by a big blacken turncock. I am beginning to mean it is every White River woman’s illusion to deliver a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body. ”

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

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

Abby didn't response. She kept her headland down, and she didn't make bold contact his gaze.

“ Even though you are frightened to Death right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can come back here for More black cock … aren’t you ? ”

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual charge of last night. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his gossip. She almost jumped out of her peel when Tyrell slammed his mitt down on the board and shouted, " Damn it … you liked it, and you can't waiting to come back here for More black turncock ! Answer me right this second ! ”

Abby kept her promontory down. Her warmheartedness raced and her breathing came in abruptly rapid bursts. she answered in a low, frightened articulation, " Yes. "

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

She jerked her arm free and growled between clenched tooth, “ YES I liked it ! And YES, I can’t wait to make out back here for Sir Thomas More black putz ! Are you SATISFIED now ? ”

Tyrell smiled and pushed 15 hundred dollar sign across the tabular array to her.

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

“ That’s your cut from final stage Nox. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your o.k. clean puss. I took five one C dollar sign for my cut. The ease is yours. ”

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

" Honey … there is zero common about you. You are ‘ class A'musical composition of ashen puss, and rich people Negroid men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to try your beautiful white-hot ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would expend an additional five c dollar just to eat your blonde pussy. "

He shoved the money back across the board to her. She stared at the money a prospicient prison term as she drummed her manicured nails on the table. She was deep in thought. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

“ You do cognize my hubby is in complaint of the frailty Squad. ”

Tyrell nodded his forefront yes.

“ What would occur to this place if I told him about your blackmail endeavour ? ”

“ We both know you would never mention 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 slit to Shirley Temple men ? ”

“ You don’t have to concern about that, my dear. Our Shirley Temple city manager is a frequent customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my license. We are protected … you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the Mayor for free occasionally, but that’s part of doing business enterprise in Memphis. ”

“ What about you, Tyrell ? Did you bask my fine white pussycat ? ” She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, " The just damn kitty I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more prison term in the near future. ”

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

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her handbag. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, " You make goddamned sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. "