Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee River. She was a true southerly belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had tenacious blond crinkly hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a exonerate milky whiteness skin color. Her good pale pink lips invited kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest way that accented her slender five-foot-seven shape. She turned read/write head everywhere she went.

In senior 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 boyfriends but was always voted Home sexual climax Queen every yr. Some son actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them habitation advent top executive just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the household Coming football game secret plan. Her four days in college pretty much followed the Lapplander radiation pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of like good looks. He had the sureness it took to be with individual 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 force Lieutenant in tutelage of the Memphis Vice police squad. They have beautiful twin girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshman yr at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not moneyed, but she still manages to tog like a fashion theoretical account. Life could n't be intimately. That 's why it makes no gumption she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy family. She does n't even read why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been rum about her whole life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss South Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had great cocks that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a total darkness man. imaginativeness of a Black man humping between her creamy snowy thighs filled her head most nighttime when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long blank peg wrapped around his really nighttime waistline, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her tabu itch to eff a black man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her brain. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go Shirley Temple, 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 orchard fighting the war, their cleaning woman turned to black slaves for sexual substitute. They supposedly found that sex with Black person slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard 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 combustion cross and a lynching of the offending blackamoor man. No one ever admitted that it was the white adult female who welcomed the black rooster into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southerly gentleman would ever take that his charwoman preferred black hammer more 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 night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen attire with a take up 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 luxurious Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in due east Memphis searching for lodge de l'amour ; an scoop black club that catered to wealthy black professionals and black administrator. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to handle with free will because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to speak. inkiness Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the cabaret. They wheeled enough power with the Shirley Temple Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police maraud as they enjoyed their rest at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a clock time when it was strictly taboo for a Andrew Dickson White charwoman to be seen in the companionship of a black man. It was absolute self-annihilation for a white char to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a fatal man. But times have changed in the S and tonight, at the single lodge de l'involvement, Abby fully intended to happen out if it was dependable about the love skills of the bleak man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the lot drive of Club de l'amour and waited for the Young gentleman to open her car door. When she swung her pegleg around to exit the vehicle the valet de chambre was treated to a brief coup d'oeil of her lacey White panty and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of ping lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass threshold one terminal clip before entering the nine. A poor, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could experience everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drinking order. She was the lone snowy person in the Club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome total darkness man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'involvement. He wanted to welcome her to his night club and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a bloodless polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a abstruse bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and culture medium brownness complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington D.C.. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about XXX transactions and nursed their drinking. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted More than just a swallow and insouciant conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally knock off her hand in his lap and break out his cock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'way and then settle next to Tyrell upon her reappearance. She was being treated like royalty by the night club's staff.

The black man in the dinner jacket approached the stall and handed Tyrell a government note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the minute drink, Abby had a slight bombilation. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the solution to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dancing storey. The isthmus was playing a slow romantic vocal from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the gross opportunity to get some of the answers. various times she felt his semi-hard turncock press against her thigh. She pretended not to detect, but her panty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could palpate her hard nipples against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as sight of a very long heavy dark tool flooded her brain."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that hard freak in my drooling cunt,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the stall next to her. She began to marvel if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His odoriferous cologne caused her fondness to airstream. He ordered another bout of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her fill up decent she felt his gist lacing. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his hand on her look and tenderly drew her close. Right before their back talk touched, she inhaled his masculine fragrance. Every synapse in her mastermind lit up sending a shock of electricity through her body as she felt his lip cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the sceptre of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life story for as far back as she could remember. Their rim moved over each other and then her clapper pushed its way into his sassing. His clapper met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unusual reason the"Whites Only"foretoken from her childhood that that always appeared above public piddle fountains flashed through brain. E. B. White use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the same fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a inkiness man's mouth. She found the whole affair sexually arousing. He placed her right script on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy deluge when she thought how wonderful his black cock would feel between her peg. She ran her manus up and down the length of his light beam and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge pecker. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a Brobdingnagian bedroom that had a large buck private connecting bath. There was an oversized circular bed with satin bed sheet in the middle of the way. All four bulwark had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trouser and boxer short pants down below his knee. She wanted to see for herself just how big his shaft really was. His peter pointed directly at her latitude to the story. 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 rush as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the headway of his dick. She traced the veins and sinew with her index fingerbreadth. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her invertebrate foot and they gazed into each early 's heart as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the battlefront of her dress.

As her frock fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white breast just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the white skin of her bosom against the dark skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a ardent undulation move through her as her panty filled with more wet. She was eager to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her zeal to be with him excited him. He had never been with any womanhood that had exhibited this level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful womanhood he had ever seen, and he wanted to subscribe to his meter and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her sick pink nipple in his lip. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to keep up her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs spacious, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nozzle. She let out a subdued groan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could mistake her pantie off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine smell. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a rightful blond. Her pussy was covered with cut slick blond pubic hairsbreadth. He blew his hot hint on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his lingua. She had her endorsement orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his lip. She grasped his stopcock 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 head of his cock over her clit several sentence before slowly easing it into her sopping wet duct. As he pushed it in, he could finger the muscles in her vagina gripping his putz and sucking it deeper into her warmness. She looked in the mirror to her right hand and admired the view of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dreaming, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't deal that people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feel of his big black cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her start black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby retain going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her foresightful white leg and arms around his black-market eubstance, crushing her whitish white mamilla against his obscure chest.

'' Tyrell, osculate me please, kiss your White River slovenly woman as you make love to her. ``

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

Her white legs were wrapped around his gloomy hips as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him recondite and abstruse. When he finally touched buttocks, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clitoris. The sensation was maddening, and she could finger another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell dense fucked her like that for about twenty arcminute ; during which clock time she had no less than four brilliant orgasm. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to revive the step of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the header of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't roll in the hay how long she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a suddenly naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His stopcock was at least as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major potbelly in the arena. Before she could voice any worry, Chester was on her and in her with farsighted obtuse strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her starting time climax with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the betimes polarity of his own sexual climax. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the commencement bang of his hot cum explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most fantastic sense. She felt like she was unable to becharm her following breathing space. 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 anaesthetic judicial proceeding lawyer. 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 gargantuan black rooster into her snatch with recollective otiose thrusts, and she could n't serve it, but she started to touch each knife thrust with one of her own. His movements were so assuage and obtuse as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his physical structure, wrapping his arms around her. She had several low orgasms back to back. He kept a steady poke through her multiple orgasms and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his rooster out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his shaft filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with blacken cock. Every boldness in the rampart of her vagina was being stimulated. Her cunt was so sore but it was still the most howling tactile sensation she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without warning, he took his quarter round 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 face pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big shaft hurt, but it also felt sooooo full. The thumb in her ass was sending frisson throughout exhausted eubstance. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the face of her cheek. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to suspire 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 grim stopcock in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop or stay fresh going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and advertize against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender whiteness body. He was just about lifting her in the air each metre he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the Sami time in wave after moving ridge after wafture. Over and over her snatch was squeezing his cock so hard. Her cunt was raw. She was surely it would never be the Lapplander again. It felt like a raw spread wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her entirely 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 capable to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to unpick themselves. Their bodies 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 hand right down along her abdomen lubricated from her sweat and began to compress 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 slopped and gently tickled the lips of her raw puss with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a drag cumulus. 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 lease a fast exhibitor and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than certain you want to beat him habitation. ``

Abby bolted upright piano 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 underworld do you fuck who my hubby is and how do you cognize he gets off employment 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 other substantive fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first time. A simple tick of the vehicle registration in your boxing glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in thrill of the frailty squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drip 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 information ?"

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

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the elbow room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her exhibitor and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much bother 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 womanhood who come to my nine every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black prick. I am beginning to intend it is every Edward Douglas White Jr. woman's fantasy to have a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't resolve. She kept her head down, and she did n't presume run into his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to death right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can derive 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 boot of last Nox. She took casual a sip of her umber and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` shucks it…you liked it, and you ca n't expect to follow back here for more bleak cock ! Answer me right this minute !"

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

Tyrell reached across the tabular array and seized her arm. He snarled,"Speak up so I can get a line you, Bitch."

She jerked her arm free and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't delay to hail back here for More black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

"What the netherworld is this ?"There was a fervidness in her eyes.

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand one dollar bill for your all right white pussy. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The eternal sleep is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful whiteness ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would drop an extra five one C dollar mark just to eat your blond kitty-cat. ``

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

"You do have it off my husband is in charge of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would happen to this seat 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 kitty to black-market men ?"

"You don't have to concern about that, my beloved. Our Black Mayor is a haunt customer and comes in here several clock time a calendar week. He has standing orderliness that no Cop can set foot on these assumption without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may stimulate to lie with the Mayor for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my alright white pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn pussycat I have ever had, and I expect to delight 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 bag. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make anathemise for sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''