Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a genuine southern belle in every sentiency ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond wavelike hair and electrifying naughty eyes set against a clear milky Edward White skin colour. Her full pale pink lips invited candy kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the belated mode that accented her lissom five-foot-seven frame. She turned headspring everywhere she went.

In mellow school, she was the young woman every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted dwelling coming Queen every yr. Some male child actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home climax Martin Luther King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home orgasm football game game. Her four eld in college pretty a great deal followed the same approach pattern. She was always the Belle of the testicle. 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 years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the police police lieutenant in charge of the Memphis vice squad. They have beautiful twin daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not flush, but she still manages to dress like a fashion model. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her glad family. She does n't even realize why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been singular about her whole life and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what keen buff'black men were in the sleeping accommodation. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a fateful man. Visions of a inkiness man humping between her creamy lily-white second joint filled her point most night when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white-hot legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo impulse to have it away a pitch-black man, but never the lupus erythematosus 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 floor goes that while southern men were away from the Plantation fighting the war, their womanhood turned to black striver for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with Black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many cleaning woman continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a electrocution cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white woman who welcomed the black-market prick into their bedroom. Indeed, no Elwyn Brooks White southern gentleman would ever admit that his fair sex preferred melanise cock more 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 shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a nighttime out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen paper clothes with a scooped neckline and brown high heel shoe. Her wearing apparel is accented by a string of White person cultured south Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C tit. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in east Memphis searching for gild de l'affair ; an exclusive grim nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and Shirley Temple Black executive. She had heard her husband speak of the ball club quite often. It was one of those piazza that the police force had to plow with discretion because of the well-connected patronage ; Captains of industry so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International newspaper publisher frequented the Club. They wheeled enough superpower with the Black city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by constabulary raids as they enjoyed their rest at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white cleaning lady to be seen in the company of a opprobrious man. It was downright suicide for a Edward D. White char to think of the sentiment of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the Confederate States and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'affair, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the lovemaking skill of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle cause of Club de l'amour and waited for the young valet de chambre to open her car door. When she swung her pegleg around to exit the vehicle the valet de chambre was treated to a brief glance of her lacey egg white panties and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a call check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pinkish lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the ice threshold one last time before entering the gild. A brusque, stocky Negroid man in a dinner jacket met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eye on her as she gave the barkeeper her drink order. She was the solely white person in the Club. She felt like famous person as men studied her slender soundbox from headland to toe.

Within hour, a tall, handsome grim man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Dr. Johnson ; the owner of order de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightspot and invited her to link up him at his private stall just off the saltation base. He was casually dressed in a white Polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very mannerly and spoke with a trench bass representative. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six understructure two, lissom body-build and medium brown skin colour. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington D.C.. They chatted quietly in his private Booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their boozing. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him have it away she wanted more than just a drink and cursory 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 drop her hand in his lap and assure out his cock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle succeeding to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royalty by the golf-club's staff.

The black man in the dinner jacket approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the second base drink, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the answers to her curiosities. Tyrell took her paw and guided her to the saltation story. The band was playing a behind 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 answers. several times she felt his semi-hard cock printing press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was cognizant because he could finger her intemperately teat against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as visual sensation of a very long tough black cock flooded her judgment."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that intemperately goliath in my drooling twat,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the John Wilkes Booth, Tyrell slid into the booth succeeding to her. She began to wonder 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 drinkable 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 ribbon of his hand on her aspect and tenderly drew her close. correct before their back talk touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a saccade of electricity through her body as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge 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 natural language pushed its way into his backtalk. His knife met hers and agilely danced around it. For some foreign intellect the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through mind. Edward Douglas White Jr. use to cringed at the thoughts of swallow at the same fountain as Black person back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a Black person man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her veracious hand on his hard rooster and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flood when she thought how wonderful his pitch-black cock would feel between her ramification. She ran her hand up and down the length of his light beam and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go up the stairs to his secret quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast chamber that had a large secret connecting bath. There was an oversize circular bed with satin sheets in the heart of the room. All four walls had base to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and boxer boxers down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His prick pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten column inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a quiver as she moved the foreskin back to unwrap the head of his tool. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger finger. She felt his heart throbbing in his hammer. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's eyes as she continued to stroke his rooster and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high up heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy Edward White breast just above the lacy ashen bra. The contrast between the Stanford White skin of her bosom against the dark tegument of his grimace thrilled her. She felt a tender wave relocation through her as her scanty filled with more wet. She was eager to sustain his cock in her, but Tyrell took his metre unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any fair sex 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 contain his clock time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink nipple in his lip. As he sucked it and rolled it in his sass, she experienced her first climax. She threw her branch around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to asseverate her balance.

He quickly discarded his Marco Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her leg spacious, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her step-in covered button with his nose. She let out a diffuse moan and lifted her buns off the bed so he could drop away her step-in off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a true blonde. Her kitty-cat was covered with thin slick blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breathing space on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his sassing and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her succus on his lips. She grasped his hammer and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was make to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his dick over her clitoris several time before slowly easing it into her sopping wet duct. As he pushed it in, he could sense the muscular tissue in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her passion. 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 dreaming, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a dim man, and I do n't care that people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is proscribe and I love the tone of his big Black person dick inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first off Black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby proceed going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her foresighted white stage and subdivision around his black organic structure, crushing her milky white tits against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me delight, kiss your Caucasian slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvis into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the easygoing sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every bm they made. Both were far away in their own shared man, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would adjudicate their relationship ; a southern Edward White woman and a southerly black lover connected physically and mentally, making jazz together.

Her white pegleg were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her bounder into his thigh and pulled him deeply and deeper. When he finally touched rear end, he still had a match inches unused. He slowly withdrew his hammer dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty bit ; during which fourth dimension she had no less than four magnificent orgasm. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his separatrix. She felt his ball slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head word of his cock was bouncing off her neck. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thrash and choke out.

She didn't have it off how recollective she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short bare Black man in his ahead of time to mid-fifties. His cock was at to the lowest degree as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the sphere. Before she could voice any business, Chester was on her and in her with longsighted slow strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her first of all orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minute of arc before the other signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first blast of his hot ejaculate explode in her, she began to tremble and stimulate with the most fantastic sense experience. She felt like she was unable to catch her next breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a foggy fog.

Her psyche was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a spectacular topical anaesthetic 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 elephantine disastrous cock into her pussy with foresightful faineant drive, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so appease and slow as he kissed the back of her cervix and shoulder. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his blazon around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a steady poking through her multiple orgasms and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his tool out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his rooster filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black cock. Every nervus in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her twat was so sore but it was still the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. She was more slack up and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without monition, he took his thumb 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 coat of arms and face 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 shudder throughout exhausted consistence. They were both sweating profusely. Her fuzz was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could learn his cock sloshing into her wet snatch. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big Negroid cock slamming into her. She started to respire faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her twat opened wider every time he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big Negroid dick in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop or hold open going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her rosehip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender White person body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same clip in waving after wafture after undulation. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her cunt was raw. She was sure it would never be the Lapplander again. It felt like a raw open lesion, 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 stop it ! I won't be able-bodied to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to untangle themselves. Their bodies were slippery with sweat. 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 sassing to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her abdominal cavity lubricated from her sweat and began to iron out his finger into her pussy one last time.

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

He held her compressed and gently tickled the lips of her raw puss with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled quite a little. Just like that, she was out of it and totally quenched. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chairwoman watching her sleep.

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

Abby bolted upright 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 make love he gets off body of work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my beloved, as soon as you parked in the nine's driveway my staff went to exploit identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life story. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first time. A simple check of the vehicle readjustment in your baseball glove box told us all we needed to know. In your character, it was well-to-do to get a background knowledge. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in care of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his input. Then it dawned on her. The distinction the doorman had slipped to him while they were having beverage. She thought she would anonymously drop into the lodge and satisfying her peculiarity 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 information ?"

The panic in her phonation told him that he owned her. She would agree to any need 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 discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower bath and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his secret kiosk. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee 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 hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a 12 white adult female who come to my golf club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to imagine it is every clean woman's fantasy to experience a big blackness cock shoved in every porta on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't answer. She kept her head down, and she did n't dare meet his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the board. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual tingle of endure night. She took casual a sip of her chocolate and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hired hand down on the tabular array and shouted, `` tinker's damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to fall back here for more fateful cock ! result me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short rapid bursts. she answered in a low, frightened part, `` 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 amount back here for more grim peter ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

"What the sin is this ?"There was a blast in her eyes.

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollar for your fine white pussy. I took five one C 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 mutual cyprian ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'slice of Elwyn Brooks White cunt, and rich calamitous men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to taste your beautiful bloodless 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 mesa to her. She stared at the money a farseeing time as she drummed her manicured nails on the board. She was late in opinion. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

"You do fuck my husband is in kick of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would happen to this position if I told him about your blackmail try ?"

"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 snatch to disastrous men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my love. Our lightlessness Mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several sentence a calendar week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premiss without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may hold to fuck the mayor for free occasionally, but that's persona of doing business organization in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you relish my fine Edward Douglas White Jr. kitty-cat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best tinker's dam cunt I have ever had, and I expect to bask it many Thomas More prison term in the nigh 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 door when she turned and said, `` You make damn trusted my married man never hears a Bible about this, and we have a mint. ''