Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee River. She was a true southern belle in every sense ; including her lenient southern drawl. She had foresightful blond wavy tomentum and electrifying low-spirited eyes set against a clear milky bloodless complexion. Her full pale pink sassing invited osculation. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashion that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her knockout. She had no unfluctuating boyfriends but was always voted Home approaching poof every year. Some boy actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home approaching King just for the honour of escorting her to the terpsichore that followed the Home sexual climax football game secret plan. Her four years in college pretty much followed the same form. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar effective tone. He had the trust it took to be with someone as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for 20 years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the law deputy in charge of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful similitude daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their starter year at neighboring Mississippi state of matter University. Abby and her husband are not affluent, but she still manages to dress like a manner model. liveliness could n't be respectable. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destruct her happy kinfolk. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to conform to through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her wholly life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep southward Abby had heard tales about what with child lovers'nigrify men were in the sleeping accommodation. She wanted to know if all sinister men really had large tool that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a Negro man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy white thighs filled her head most Night when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her retentive white branch wrapped around his really dingy waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fecund southern pussycat. She had never acted on her taboo itch to sleep with a pitch-dark man, but never the less the opinion were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go inkiness, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The tarradiddle goes that while southern men were away from the orchard fighting the war, their womanhood turned to black striver for intimate relief. They supposedly found that sex with black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to present it up when their men returned from war. Many woman continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burn Cross and a lynching of the offending nigrify man. No one ever admitted that it was the Andrew D. White cleaning woman who welcomed the black hammer into their bedroom. Indeed, no egg white southern gentleman would ever admit that his woman preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday dark, and Memphis nightlife was coming awake. Abby 's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM transmutation, and she is supposedly enjoying a Nox out with the girl. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown high cad shoes. Her apparel is accented by a chain of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The bone are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a company at the voluptuary Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar boulevard in East Memphis searching for society de l'amour ; an exclusive blacken nightclub that catered to wealthy Shirley Temple master and grim executive director. She had heard her husband speak of the guild quite often. It was one of those places that the law had to treat with discernment because of the well-connected business ; skipper of manufacture so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International composition frequented the Club. They wheeled sufficiency magnate with the lightlessness city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a metre when it was strictly taboo for a white char to be seen in the caller of a fateful man. It was absolute suicide for a albumen woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the Confederate States and tonight, at the undivided golf club de l'intimacy, Abby fully intended to find out if it was honest about the lovemaking attainment of the disastrous man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle drive of nine de l'intimacy and waited for the young valet to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the gentleman's gentleman was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white panties and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a claim impediment and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one endure time before entering the Club. A suddenly, stocky blacken man in a tuxedo met her at the doorway and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the barkeeper her drink ordination. She was the only white person in the cabaret. She felt corresponding celebrity as men studied her slender body from capitulum to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, giving black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'intimacy. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private cubicle just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and coloured linen falloff. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass vocalism. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her gens was Abby. Tyrell was six metrical unit two, slender form and culture medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel capital of the United States. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinking. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him recognise she wanted more than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able-bodied to accidentally set down her hand in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the estimation of excusing herself to go to the lady'room and then subside next to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The nigrify man in the black tie approached the booth and handed Tyrell a bill. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the second drink, Abby had a slight bombilation. She still wanted to find out a way to get cheeseparing to Tyrell and initiate finding out some of the resolution to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance base. The ring was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her secretive as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect chance to get some of the answers. respective times she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very damp. Tyrell knew she was mindful because he could feel her hard nipples against his pectus. Her respiration picked up considerably as vision of a very long unvoiced black hammer flooded her judgment."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that intemperate giant in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth next to her. She began to enquire if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of beverage 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 sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his manus on her face and tenderly drew her close. Right before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine perfume. Every synapse in her mastermind lit up sending a shock of electrical energy through her body as she felt his back talk cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the sceptre of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex liveliness for as far back as she could commemorate. Their sassing moved over each other and then her knife pushed its way into his sassing. His clapper met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown reason the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water outpouring flashed through nous. Whites use to squinch at the thoughts of drunkenness at the same fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a Black person man's mouthpiece. She found the entirely thing sexually arousing. He placed her justly script on his heavily rooster and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her slit flood when she thought how wonderful his fateful pecker would experience between her legs. She ran her helping hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a Brobdingnagian hammer. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go on a higher floor to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large private connecting bath. There was an oversized broadsheet bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had flooring to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and packer shorts down below his human knee. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her analog to the floor. She took it in her custody and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a shudder as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the drumhead of his cock. She traced the veins and muscle with her indicant finger's breadth. She felt his heart throbbing in his tool. He pulled her to her groundwork and they gazed into each former 's optic as she continued to stroke his shaft and he proceeded to unbutton the strawman of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the trading floor, she slipped off her high heel place and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy lily-white breast just above the lacy white bra. The dividing line between the white skin of her boob against the dark cutis of his look thrilled her. She felt a warm wave move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure 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 have his meter and savour the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pinko tit in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck opening and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and jersey then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her branch extensive, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her scanty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her behind off the bed so he could fall away her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nozzle and sniffed her womanly aroma. He was pleasantly proud of to find she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with flimsy slick blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its goon. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her indorse sexual climax. She pulled his aspect up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his prick and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to find a hard-black shaft in her creamy Theodore Harold White pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clit several meter before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could palpate the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmness. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate skin colour against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't give care that the great unwashed say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the smell of his big fatal cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white legs and arms around his total darkness body, crushing her milky lily-white breast against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, snog me please, snog your Stanford White slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her mouth with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvic arch into each former as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the easy audio of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the paries. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her kitty-cat, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared earthly concern, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would adjudicate their family relationship ; a southerly livid woman and a southern contraband lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her egg white ramification were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her blackguard into his thigh and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could palpate another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which time she had no less than four brilliant sexual climax. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his virgule. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his rooster was bouncing off her cervix uteri. When he exploded in her, she had another coming that caused her to convulse and go on out.

She didn't know how foresighted she was out, but when she regained cognisance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a inadequate naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His cock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the sphere. Before she could vocalise any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with yearn slack strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her start orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minute before the other augury of his own sexual climax. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first bang of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and didder with the most fantastic sensation. She felt like she was unable to grab her next breathing space. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous 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 turncock into her pussy with long lazy thrusts, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His apparent motion were so conciliate and slow as he kissed the back of her neck opening and shoulders. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had various pocket-sized orgasms back to back. He kept a regular thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding bass and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the opening move of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his cock filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black cock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her twat was so sore but it was still the most wonderful feel she had ever experienced. She was more unlax and sexually sated than she had ever been in her unanimous life.

And then…without monition, he took his ovolo and pressed it into her dickhead. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and human face pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big dick trauma, but it also felt sooooo well. The thumb in her ass was sending pall throughout exhausted dead body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her aspect. She could try his pecker sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the tactile property of his big black prick slamming into her. She started to respire faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her puss opened wider every prison term he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big black turncock in me."

He asked if she wanted him to give up or keep going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to holler and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hip joint ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white eubstance. He was just about lifting her in the air each clip he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the like again. It felt like a raw undecided wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole interior 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 break 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 extricate themselves. Their trunk were slippy 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 hand right down along her abdomen lubricated from her elbow grease and began to weight-lift his fingers into her puss one last-place time.

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

He held her fast and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a sweep up slew. 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 chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a quick cascade and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off workplace at six o'clock. I am Sir Thomas More than sure you want to bewilder him home. ``

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

"Wait a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you jazz who my husband is and how do you live he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the Club's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every former requirement fact about your lifespan. We do that with everyone who comes here for the kickoff time. A simple check of the vehicle registration in your baseball glove box told us all we needed to cognise. In your example, it was easy to get a screen background. You are married to the Police lieutenant in charge of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The greenback the doorman had slipped to him while they were having beverage. She thought she would anonymously sink into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would find to hump 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 terror in her voice told him that he owned her. She would agree to any demand he made of her.

"After you lavish and get dressed, touch 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 buck private stall. There was a steam clean hot cup of coffee bean waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to determine out just how often trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

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

"What the infernal region are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen Theodore Harold White cleaning woman who come to my club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big contraband cock. I am beginning to think it is every whiteness woman's fantasy to give birth a big black stopcock 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 did n't answer. She kept her heading down, and she did n't dare meet his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to demise right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can come back here for more inkiness cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the tabular array. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of utmost nighttime. She took cursory a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his bridge player down on the mesa and shouted, `` red cent it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to get back here for more black putz ! reply me right this bit !"

Abby kept her straits down. Her heart raced and her respiration came in short rapid volley. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` 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 teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to get along back here for Thomas More black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed fifteen hundred dollars across the table to her.

"What the hell is this ?"There was a flaming in her eyes.

"That's your cut from cobbler's last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your delicately white kitty-cat. I took five hundred dollar sign for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the tabular array to Tyrell."Do you think I am some form of usual whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nil common about you. You are ‘ Class A'opus of Theodore Harold White pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand buck each just to sample your beautiful Theodore Harold White ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five one hundred dollars just to eat your blonde snatch. ``

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

"You do know my husband is in flush of the vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his chief yes.

"What would pass off to this spot if I told him about your blackmail effort ?"

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

She knew then there was no way to win this arguing and asked,"What would find if he came in here one dark and caught me selling my pussycat to blackness men ?"

"You don't have to concern about that, my dearest. Our inkiness mayor is a patronise customer and comes in here various times a week. He has standing fiat that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my permit. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may sustain to fuck the city manager for give up occasionally, but that's persona of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my okay white pussycat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best hoot snatch I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many Thomas More times in the come 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 purse. She was halfway to the doorway when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''