Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a on-key southern belle in every sensation ; including her lenient southern drawl. She had longsighted blond wavy hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a clear up milky Stanford White complexion. Her full pale pink backtalk invited kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her supple five-foot-seven underframe. She turned head teacher everywhere she went.

In high up school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beaut. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted Home Coming queen mole rat every class. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home coming Martin Luther King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home sexual climax football game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Saami blueprint. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looking. He had the confidence 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 eld. 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 cathexis of the Memphis vice police squad. They have beautiful Gemini daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen class at neighboring Magnolia State State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion modeling. liveliness could n't be proficient. That 's why it makes no gumption she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her well-chosen family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to surveil through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the deep south Abby had heard tales about what bully buff'dark men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all contraband men really had large shaft that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. imagination of a bleak man humping between her creamy white thigh filled her read/write head most nights when she drifted off to kip. It thrilled her to see her hanker livid wooden leg wrapped around his really glum shank, pulling him deep as he plowed her rich southerly kitty. She had never acted on her tabu urges to fuck a black man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the formula 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 taradiddle goes that while southerly men were away from the plantation fighting the war, their cleaning lady turned to black slave for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with black slave was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to yield it up when their men returned from war. Many womanhood continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning crossbreeding and a lynching of the offending blackamoor man. No one ever admitted that it was the Theodore Harold White women who welcomed the black cocks into their sleeping room. Indeed, no white southern gentleman would ever admit that his woman preferred melanise dick more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Fri dark, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's married man 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 dress with a trump neckline and Robert Brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a drawing string of Edward D. 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 company at the voluptuary Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in east Memphis searching for Club de l'amour ; an exclusive black night club that catered to wealthy mordant master and black executives. She had heard her hubby speak of the golf club quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to cover with prudence because of the well-connected clientele ; headwaiter of industry so to address. blackness Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the social club. They wheeled enough power 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 meter when it was strictly taboo for a Edward D. White char to be seen in the ship's company of a disgraceful man. It was right-down felo-de-se for a Theodore Harold White fair sex to entertain the thinking of having sex with a black man. But clock time have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to chance out if it was honest about the lovemaking skills of the disgraceful man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the forget me drug drive of Club de l'amour and waited for the untested gentleman to open her car door. When she swung her peg around to exit the fomite the valet was treated to a brief glance of her lacey ovalbumin panty and a clear-cut camel toe. The gentleman handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her fomite. She added a dab of ping lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one lowest time before entering the Club. A myopic, stocky dim man in a black tie met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's oculus on her as she gave the bartender her drink order. She was the only white person in the cabaret. She felt like renown as men studied her slender body from heading to toe.

Within proceedings, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his secret John Wilkes Booth just off the saltation base. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-bred and spoke with a oceanic abyss bass part voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six groundwork two, lithesome build and medium brown skin color. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Capital. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minute and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted Sir Thomas More than just a drink and occasional conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Lapp side of the kiosk as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and stop out his cock. She toyed with the theme of excusing herself to go to the ladies'elbow room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her riposte. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The bootleg man in the black tie approached the cubicle and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his air pocket. After the second swallow, Abby had a svelte buzz. She still wanted to receive a way to get closer to Tyrell and startle finding out some of the reply to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance storey. The set was playing a tardily romantic Song dynasty from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the utter opportunity to get some of the answers. several times she felt his semi-hard shaft public press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was cognisant because he could feel her hard nipple against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as sight of a very long intemperately shameful cock flooded her intellect."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that hard monster 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 wonder if he had read her judgment or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling eau de cologne caused her core to slipstream. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her stuffy sufficiency 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 hand on her font and tenderly drew her close. Right before their brim touched, she inhaled his masculine fragrance. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her physical structure 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 spirit for as far back as she could think back. Their sassing moved over each other and then her spit pushed its way into his sass. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"planetary house from her puerility that that always appeared above world water fountains flashed through mind. Whites use to cringe at the thoughts of drink at the same fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a blacken man's sassing. She found the whole affair sexually arousing. He placed her right wing manus on his hard tool and encouraged her to gouge it. She felt her cunt flood when she thought how wonderful his inkiness hammer would experience between her leg. She ran her hand up and down the length of his jibe and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge dick. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstair to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a immense bedroom that had a large individual connecting Bath. There was an oversize circular bed with satin sheet in the middle of the room. All four rampart had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's rap and pulled his pant and packer boxershorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His putz 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 in long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a bang as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the head of his tool. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger. She felt his tenderness throbbing in his dick. He pulled her to her human foot and they gazed into each former 's eyes as she continued to stroke his peter and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her apparel fell away to the floor, she slipped off her highschool heel shoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white bosom just above the lacy bloodless bra. The contrast between the Caucasian skin of her chest against the glowering skin of his nerve thrilled her. She felt a warm undulation move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eager to induce his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her avidity 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 woman he had ever seen, and he wanted to postulate his time and savor the mo. He carefully removed her bra and took her sick tap nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first coming. She threw her blazonry around his neck opening and pulled him into her boob just to uphold her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and jersey then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft groan and lifted her arse off the bed so he could slip her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine perfume. He was pleasantly pleased to retrieve she was a avowedly blond. Her pussy was covered with thin out 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 natural language. She had her second gear orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her succus on his lips. She grasped his dick and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to find a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his hammer over her clit several meter before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscle in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right field and admired the horizon of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white tegument. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a sinister man, and I do n't care that mass say it 's haywire. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feeling of his big black hammer inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first-class honours degree pitch-dark man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby hold going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white legs and arms around his black-market body, crushing her milky Andrew Dickson White tits against his drear chest.

'' Tyrell, osculate me please, kiss your white slut as you make love to her. ``

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

Her white legs were wrapped around his dark-skinned coxa as she buried her bounder into his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple inches idle. He slowly withdrew his shaft dragging it across her clit. The virtuoso was maddening, and she could experience another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which sentence she had no less than four glorious orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his cam stroke. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the forefront of his cock was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to slash and pass on out.

She didn't be intimate how long she was out, but when she regained cognisance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a dead nude blackamoor man in his former 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 region. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long slow virgule. Within minutes she was enjoying her starting time orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early foretoken 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 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 following intimation. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her creative thinker was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a prominent 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 star Shirley Temple Black cock into her pussy with long otiose push, and she could n't avail it, but she started to meet each driving force with one of her own. His social movement were so blue and irksome as he kissed the backrest of her neck and berm. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had respective belittled orgasms back to back. He kept a regular driving force through her multiple coming and was sliding late and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the curtain raising 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 smuggled cock. Every nerve in the wall of her vagina was being stimulated. Her snatch was so sore but it was still the most wonderful feeling 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 pollex and pressed it into her motherfucker. She could NOT insure herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her weapon system and face pressed down on the satin shroud. She was screaming. His big cock distress, but it also felt sooooo dependable. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted trunk. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the position of her boldness. She could hear his dick sloshing into her wet cunt. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every sentence he pushed into her.

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

He asked if she wanted him to break or hold back going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and tug against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white dead body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time 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 tool so hard. Her slit was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw candid 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 discontinue 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 unpick themselves. Their body 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 press his fingerbreadth into her pussycat one endure time.

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

He held her crocked and gently tickled the backtalk of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a involved 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 chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to fill a speedy shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am to a greater extent than certain you want to beat him home. ``

Abby bolted just in the bed. Her reflection went from anxiousness to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a issue 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 workplace at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the nightspot's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other requisite fact about your biography. We do that with everyone who comes here for the firstly time. A simple chip of the fomite registration in your boxing glove box told us all we needed to get it on. In your case, it was well-to-do to get a background. You are married to the constabulary Lieutenant in charge of the vice squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The greenback the gatekeeper had slipped to him while they were having potable. She thought she would anonymously drop 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 scare in her articulation told him that he owned her. She would gibe 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 discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower bath and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his individual booth. There was a steamy hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to get 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 snake pit are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't swordplay dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen blank cleaning lady who come to my golf-club every class to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big disastrous cock. I am beginning to think it is every white charwoman's fantasy to have a big black cock shoved in every porta on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't reply. She kept her question down, and she did n't dare fit 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 tabular array. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of last night. She took casual a sip of her coffee berry and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` red cent it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for more nigrify hammer ! Answer me right this mo !"

Abby kept her head word down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in abruptly 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 listen you, Bitch."

She jerked her arm free and growled between clenched dentition,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to come back here for more than inkiness cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

"What the inferno is this ?"There was a fire in her eyes.

"That's your cut from stopping point night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollar for your o.k. white pussy. I took five one hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the tabular array to Tyrell."Do you believe I am some sort of common lady of pleasure ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'bit of blank pussy, and rich Negroid men are unforced to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five C dollars just to eat your blonde slit. ``

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

"You do hump my hubby is in complaint of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his straits yes.

"What would materialize to this spot if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"We both know you would never note 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 black men ?"

"You don't have to care about that, my dear. Our Black Mayor is a shop at client and comes in here several times a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set base on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the Mayor for give up occasionally, but that's contribution of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you revel my alright white cunt ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best darn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to relish it many more multiplication in the most 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 pocketbook. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make curse trusted my husband never hears a countersign about this, and we have a trade. ''