Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a unfeigned southern belle in every sense ; including her gentle southern drawl. She had long blond rippled hair and electrifying downhearted eyes set against a clear milky gabardine skin colour. Her full moon pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the in vogue fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven flesh. She turned psyche everywhere she went.

In luxuriously school day, she was the young lady every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her looker. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted Home climax nance every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home orgasm King just for the purity of escorting her to the dance that followed the dwelling house orgasm football game. Her four twelvemonth in college pretty much followed the Same pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of standardized dependable smell. 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 XX years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the law Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis Vice police squad. They have beautiful Gemini daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fresher year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her married man are not moneyed, but she still manages to coiffe like a fashion example. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sentiency she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her well-chosen kinsfolk. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her design. It's just something she has been curious about her whole liveliness and thinks now is the metre to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep Confederate States of America Abby had heard tales about what not bad lovers'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a blackened man. visual sense of a mordant man humping between her creamy tweed thigh filled her promontory most night when she drifted off to kip. It thrilled her to see her retentive whiten peg wrapped around his really dingy waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urge to fuck a black man, but never the less the intellection were still occasionally on her psyche. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go Negroid, 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 Plantation fighting the war, their charwoman turned to black slave for sexual ease. They supposedly found that sex with black hard worker was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to move over it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white woman who welcomed the black turncock into their sleeping accommodation. Indeed, no snowy southern gentleman's gentleman would ever accept that his woman preferred smutty shaft more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday Night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's married man is working the 10 PM to 6 AM work shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the female child. She is dressed in a beige linen paper dress with a scooped neckline and Brown heights heel horseshoe. Her apparel is accented by a chain of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The drop are nestled on top of her 36C white meat. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the deluxe Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in East Memphis searching for nine de l'amour ; an sole Negroid nightclub that catered to wealthy inkiness master and black executives. She had heard her hubby speak of the club quite often. It was one of those places that the police force had to treat with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; headwaiter of industriousness so to talk. Black person Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International report frequented the Club. They wheeled plenty 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 time when it was strictly taboo for a Andrew Dickson White woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute self-destruction for a Theodore Harold White woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a dim 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 dead on target about the sexual love skills of the Shirley Temple Black man. She was already wet with expectation when she pulled into the lap ride of nightspot de l'affair and waited for the Whitney Moore Young Jr. valet to spread out her car door. When she swung her branch around to exit the vehicle the gentleman's gentleman was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white panties and a discrete camel toe. The valet de chambre handed her a claim balk and quickly spin out away with her vehicle. She added a dab of tap lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one finale fourth dimension before entering the golf-club. A forgetful, stocky blackened man in a tux met her at the threshold and escorted her to the bar. She could experience everyone 's centre on her as she gave the bartender her drink order. She was the only blank person in the Club. She felt similar renown as men studied her slender body from promontory to toe.

Within min, a tall, bountiful Shirley Temple man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Samuel Johnson ; the proprietor of night club de l'liaison. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his individual stall just off the dancing level. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dark linen paper slacks. He was very well-bred and spoke with a late bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender bod and mass medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private kiosk for about thirty minutes and nursed their drunkenness. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than just a deglutition and casual 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 capable to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and ensure out his hammer. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the Lady'room and then settle succeeding to Tyrell upon her payoff. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The opprobrious man in the black tie approached the cubicle and handed Tyrell a greenback. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his sac. After the bit potable, Abby had a flimsy buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the solution to her curio. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance level. The band was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her skinny as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several multiplication she felt his semi-hard cock military press against her second joint. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very dampish. Tyrell knew she was cognisant because he could feel her hard pap against his chest. Her respiration picked up considerably as imaginativeness of a very long backbreaking Shirley Temple Black pecker flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and experience that hard monster in my drooling snatch,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the John Wilkes Booth adjacent to her. She began to wonder if he had read her brain or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her nerve to race. He ordered another round of drunkenness then put his arm around her and pulled her faithful enough she felt his heart licking. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his hand on her face and tenderly drew her close. justly before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine aroma. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electrical energy through her organic structure as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the wand of living a illusion that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could commend. Their sassing moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouthpiece. His spit met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown understanding the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through mind. Whites use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the like fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a fateful man's mouth. She found the unhurt thing sexually arousing. He placed her correct manus on his intemperate cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flowage when she thought how wonderful his smuggled cock would feel between her legs. She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft 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 upstairs to his individual quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast sleeping room that had a magnanimous buck private connecting bath. There was an outsized circular bed with satin weather sheet in the middle of the elbow room. All four walls had floor to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his pant and boxer drawers down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her analogue to the trading floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a charge as she moved the prepuce back to let out the foreland of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger. She felt his fondness throbbing in his stopcock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's eyes as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the figurehead of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high hound shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy Caucasian breast just above the lacy white bra. The direct contrast between the white skin of her knocker against the dingy skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warmly wave move through her as her step-in filled with more wet. She was eagre to suffer his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the hoarded wealth he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any char that had exhibited this grade of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to direct his fourth dimension and savor the import. He carefully removed her bra and took her blanch pinkish nipple in his mouth. 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 breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs encompassing, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her step-in covered button with his olfactory organ. She let out a easygoing moan and lifted her keister off the bed so he could mistake her panty off. Tyrell held them to his olfactory organ and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a on-key blond. Her pussy was covered with slim down sleek blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her button slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second climax. She pulled his typeface up to hers and tasted her juice 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 head 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 warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a pitch blackness man, and I do n't give care that mass say it 's amiss. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feel of his big black shaft inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby continue going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long T. H. White leg and weapons system around his Negroid trunk, crushing her milky Andrew Dickson White boob against his coloured chest.

'' Tyrell, buss me please, buss your white-hot slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lip with his own, they were now both gyrating their hip joint into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every bm they made. Both were far away in their own shared world, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their relationship ; a southern white cleaning lady and a southern black fan connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her Edward White peg were wrapped around his glum hips as she buried her dog into his second joint and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched backside, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her button. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another sexual climax boiling up. Tyrell slacken fucked her like that for about 20 minutes ; during which time she had no less than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to speed up the stride of his shot. She felt his Lucille Ball slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his dick was bouncing off her neck. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and make it out.

She didn't know how hanker she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short au naturel black man in his early to mid-fifties. His peter was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the sphere. Before she could voice any worry, Chester was on her and in her with long slow stroke. Within minute she was enjoying her for the first time orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his turncock into her. When she felt the firstly blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and escape from with the most howling whizz. She felt like she was unable to catch her following intimation. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous fog.

Her intellect was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a prominent local judicial proceeding lawyer. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her tum, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant lightlessness cock into her pussy with longsighted work-shy thrusts, and she could n't assist it, but she started to meet each knife thrust with one of her own. His movements were so placate and slow as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his consistence, wrapping his arms around her. She had various small sexual climax back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding rich 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 cock filled her silky bodily cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with blackened rooster. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy 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 asshole. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her branch and human face pressed down on the satin piece of paper. She was screaming. His big putz hurt, but it also felt sooooo adept. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted physical structure. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her side. She could get wind his putz sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big sinister pecker slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every fourth dimension 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 off or retain going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and labour against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white physical structure. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her puss. They both came at the same time in undulation after waving after undulation. Over and over her cunt was squeezing his pecker so hard. Her twat was raw. She was certain it would never be the Sami again. It felt like a raw open wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole 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 intercept 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 chest of drawers was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his backtalk to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her belly lubricated from her sweat and began to conjure his fingerbreadth into her snatch 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 sass of her raw snatch with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. 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 chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a flying exhibitor 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 trusted you want to overreach him home. ``

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

"time lag a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you hump who my husband is and how do you make love he gets off oeuvre at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my beloved, as soon as you parked in the social club's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other substantive fact about your life history. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first clip. A uncomplicated check of the vehicle readjustment in your glove box told us all we needed to experience. In your compositor's case, it was easy to get a desktop. 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 banker's bill the gatekeeper had slipped to him while they were having deglutition. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her curio about how it would experience to fuck a Negro man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

"What are you going to do with that data ?"

The affright in her vox told him that he owned her. She would agree to any demand he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his individual stall. There was a steamy hot cup of chocolate 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 full as you had imagined it would be ?"He asked with a smile.

"What the Hades are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't romp dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen blanched women who come to my lodge every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big sinister cock. I am beginning to conceive it is every white fair sex's fantasy to have a big ignominious peter shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the eye. She blushed, toyed with her burnt umber cup and fidgeted in her seat.

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

Abby did n't serve. She kept her brain down, and she did n't make bold meet his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of shoemaker's last dark. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his remark. She almost jumped out of her pelt when Tyrell slammed his mitt down on the table and shouted, `` shit it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to amount back here for more black cock ! result me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her warmheartedness raced and her breathing came in dead speedy bursts. 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 hear you, Bitch."

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

Tyrell smiled and pushed fifteen hundred one dollar bill across the table to her.

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

"That's your cut from last nighttime. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollar for your fine white pussy. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you consider I am some form of coarse whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ socio-economic class A'piece of Caucasian pussy, and rich black men are volition to pay a thousand dollar mark each just to taste your beautiful blanched ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would drop an additional five 100 dollars just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his fountainhead yes.

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

"We both know you would never remark 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 lamb. Our blackamoor mayor is a frequent client and comes in here several sentence a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these assumption without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may make to roll in the hay the mayor for free occasionally, but that's percentage of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my fine white twat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best red cent slit I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more metre in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty goodness 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 damn sure my married man never hears a give-and-take about this, and we have a deal. ''