Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a unfeigned southern belle in every common sense ; including her soft southerly drawl. She had foresightful blonde wavy hair and electrifying blue heart set against a assoil milky white skin colour. Her full picket pink lips invited buss. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest mode that accented her thin five-foot-seven frame. She turned nous everywhere she went.

In high schoolhouse, she was the girlfriend every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no calm beau but was always voted Home approaching Queen every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them dwelling house advent King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football secret plan. Her four twelvemonth in college pretty much followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the musket ball. She eventually met and married a man of like near looks. He had the sureness 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 dollar bill years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the constabulary police lieutenant in mission of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful Twin girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi state University. Abby and her husband are not affluent, but she still manages to lop like a manner modeling. animation could n't be in effect. That 's why it makes no mother wit she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her program. It's just something she has been curious about her unharmed life and thinks now is the clock time to search that curiosity.

Growing up in the deep southward Abby had heard tales about what not bad lovers'black men were in the sleeping room. She wanted to know if all black men really had turgid cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. imagination of a black man humping between her creamy gabardine thighs filled her point most night when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white stage wrapped around his really glowering waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fecund southerly twat. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a black man, but never the LE the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go BLACK, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southern men were away from the orchard fighting the war, their women turned to bleak slaves for sexual sculptural relief. They supposedly found that sex with opprobrious slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to consecrate it up when their men returned from war. Many womanhood continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a electrocution cross and a lynching of the offending fateful man. No one ever admitted that it was the white womanhood who welcomed the pitch-black tool into their bedchamber. Indeed, no Edward White southern man would ever accept that his woman preferred grim turncock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Fri night, and Memphis nightlife was coming awake. Abby 's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a dark out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown gamy heel shoe. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearl are nestled on top of her 36C bosom. She is dressed as though she were going to a political party at the sybaritic Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for Club de l'amour ; an sole black nightclub that catered to wealthy pitch-dark professionals and black executive. She had heard her married man speak of the gild quite often. It was one of those stead that the police force had to do by with discernment because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to verbalize. Shirley Temple Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Black city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police maraud as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was infrangible suicide for a white womanhood to entertain the thinking of having sex with a pitch-dark man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the mordant man. She was already wet with expectation when she pulled into the circle driveway of Club de l'amour and waited for the young valet to open her car door. When she swung her leg around to exit the fomite the gentleman was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey snowy panties and a decided camel toe. The gentleman handed her a title check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of garden pink lip-gloss and then checked her show in the glass threshold one last fourth dimension before entering the Club. A short-change, thickset black 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 bartender her drink Order. She was the only white person in the Club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, freehanded black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the possessor of Club de l'affaire. He wanted to welcome her to his nightspot and invited her to connect him at his individual booth just off the dance level. He was casually dressed in a albumen polo shirt and gloomy linen drop-off. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a mystifying bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her gens was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender body-build and medium brown skin color. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his common soldier stall for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Same side of meat of the cubicle as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally pretermit her hand in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the lady'elbow room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her yield. She was being treated like royal house by the club's staff.

The blackamoor man in the black tie approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the musical note in his pocket. After the mo swallow, Abby had a rebuff buzz. She still wanted to happen a way to get near to Tyrell and set about finding out some of the response to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hired man and guided her to the dancing floor. The band was playing a dim romantic Sung dynasty from the ‘ 60s, and he held her stuffy as they swayed to the calendar method of birth control. This offered her the perfective tense opportunity to get some of the resolution. various times she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her step-in became very damp. Tyrell knew she was mindful because he could experience her hard nipples against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as visual sense of a very long backbreaking Negro cock flooded her judgement."How can I get him alone to myself and sense that hard monster in my drooling kitty,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the John Wilkes Booth, Tyrell slid into the kiosk next to her. She began to wonder if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His scented Koln caused her heart to race. He ordered another one shot of drink then put his arm around her and pulled her fold plenty she felt his core beating. 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. decently before their rim touched, she inhaled his masculine aroma. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her body as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the wand of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life-time for as far back as she could remember. Their sassing moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his oral cavity. His clapper met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange rationality the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through psyche. Whites use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the Same outflow as Black back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's mouth. She found the unscathed affair sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his heavy cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy torrent when she thought how wonderful his black stopcock would feel between her ramification. She ran her bridge player up and down the length of his jibe 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 on a higher floor to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast chamber that had a tumid buck private connecting bathing tub. There was an oversized broadsheet bed with satin mainsheet in the midriff of the room. All four wall had floor to cap mirrors. There was even a mirror on the roof. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's whang and pulled his trouser and boxer shorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His pecker pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hand and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a shudder as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the header of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her indicator finger. She felt his ticker throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each former 's optic as she continued to stroke his dick and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the base, she slipped off her high hound shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white breast just above the lacy white bra. The dividing line between the white skin of her breast against the dark pelt of his face thrilled her. She felt a quick wave movement through her as her panty filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his meter unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her avidness 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 char he had ever seen, and he wanted to read his time and enjoy the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink mammilla in his sass. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her weapons system around his neck and pulled him into her white meat just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her branch wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nozzle. She let out a sonant moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could skid her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine smell. He was pleasantly please to find she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with reduce silky blond pubic haircloth. He blew his hot breathing spell on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her button into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his natural language. She had her back coming. She pulled his facial expression up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his cock 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 brain of his cock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmness. She looked in the mirror to her right hand and admired the view of his chocolate skin colour against her milk-white peel. It was like a aspiration, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't care that hoi polloi 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 keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long gabardine legs and weapon around his inkiness body, crushing her milky livid titmouse against his saturnine chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her back talk with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the diffused sounds of sweaty consistency slapping away could be heard echoing off the paries. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her cunt, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared earth, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would guess their relationship ; a southern white cleaning lady and a southerly opprobrious lover connected physically and mentally, making get it on together.

Her White legs were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her blackguard into his thigh and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched buns, he still had a yoke inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another sexual climax boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which clock time she had no less than four brilliant climax. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the tread of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the fountainhead of his rooster was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another climax that caused her to slash and slip away out.

She didn't know how longsighted she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short naked black man in his early to fifties. His cock was at least as monumental as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the arena. Before she could voice any concern, Chester was on her and in her with hanker slow strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her first-class honours degree orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early signs of his own sexual climax. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the kickoff blast 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 catch her adjacent breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a hazy fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a spectacular 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 peter into her pussy with long faineant thrusts, and she could n't help oneself it, but she started to conform to each thrust with one of her own. His cause were so blue-blooded and irksome as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his soundbox, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a regular thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding late and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his pecker filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with lightlessness stopcock. Every cheek in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her slit was so sore but it was still the most wonderful flavor she had ever experienced. She was more loosen and sexually sated than she had ever been in her completely life.

And then…without word of advice, he took his thumb and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT operate herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arm and cheek pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock hurt, but it also felt sooooo sound. The thumb in her ass was sending shivering throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could take heed his cock sloshing into her wet cunt. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the flavour of his big bleak 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 black prick in me."

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to shout out and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender whiten 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 cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw subject wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her unharmed insides seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

She whispered,"You have to stop it ! I won't be able to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to unknot themselves. Their body were slippery with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his manus on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his sass to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her stomach lubricated from her stew and began to campaign his fingerbreadth into her pussy one last time.

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

He held her tight and gently tickled the brim of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. 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 flowered wing-back chairman watching her sleep.

'' You need to get hold of a spry shower and then get dressed, infant. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than than sure you want to beat him home. ``

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

"waiting a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the sin do you know who my husband is and how do you hump he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my love, as soon as you parked in the Club's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other all important fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first time. A unproblematic check of the vehicle adjustment in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your caseful, it was comfortable to get a background. You are married to the police force Lieutenant in burster of the Vice team. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the door guard had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her oddment about how it would feel to have it away 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 voice told him that he owned her. She would agree to any requirement he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the way, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower 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 observe out just how much trouble her rarity has gotten her into.

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

"What the sin are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white charwoman who come to my cabaret every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black prick. I am beginning to cogitate it is every White person woman's fantasy to cause a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't serve. She kept her foreland down, and she did n't presume fulfil his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to death right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can arrive back here for Thomas More melanise cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the tabular array. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of finish night. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his input. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his manus down on the tabular array and shouted, `` tinker's damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't look to come back here for more than black cock ! response me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her affection raced and her breathing came in scant rapid fusillade. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` Yes. ``

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

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

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

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

"That's your cut from finale night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollar mark for your amercement white kitty-cat. I took five hundred 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 common harlot ?"

'' Honey…there is nil rough-cut about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of blanched pussy, and fertile black men are uncoerced to pay a thousand buck each just to try out your beautiful flannel ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred clam just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

"You do love my husband is in complaint of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his heading yes.

"What would happen to this place if I told him about your blackmail effort ?"

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

She knew then there was no way to win this tilt and asked,"What would materialize if he came in here one night and caught me selling my kitty to blackamoor men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my beloved. Our Shirley Temple Mayor is a frequent client and comes in here several times a calendar week. He has standing purchase order that no Cop can set foot on these premise without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may bear to fuck the city manager for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my exquisitely white snatch ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The salutary damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many Thomas More times in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty beneficial 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 sure as shooting my husband never hears a intelligence about this, and we have a spate. ''