Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a truthful southern belle in every sense ; including her mild southerly drawl. She had long blond wavy hair's-breadth and electrifying blue oculus set against a top milky white skin color. Her full pale pink rim invited kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the in style style that accented her sylphlike five-foot-seven material body. She turned heads 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 dish. She had no sweetie boyfriends but was always voted Home Coming tabby every year. Some male child actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them house orgasm King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home orgasm football game game. Her four eld in college pretty a great deal followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar thoroughly smell. 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 class. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis Vice squad. They have beautiful Twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fresher twelvemonth at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her married man are not flush, but she still manages to dress like a fashion model. sprightliness could n't be better. That 's why it makes no good sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally ruin her happy family. She does n't even infer why she feels compelled to comply through on her architectural plan. It's just something she has been curious about her unit life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss Confederacy Abby had heard tales about what cracking fan'smutty men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all smuggled men really had prominent cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a melanise man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy white second joint filled her head most nighttime when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white legs wrapped around his really sour waistline, pulling him deep as he plowed her productive southern pussy. She had never acted on her tabu itch to bed a black man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the verbalism 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 account goes that while southern men were away from the woodlet fighting the war, their woman turned to bootleg slaves for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with opprobrious slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many char continued the illicit sex behind their hubby's back. This often resulted in a burning crossing and a lynching of the offending fatal man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the Shirley Temple Black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no Theodore Harold White southern gentleman would ever admit that his woman preferred pitch blackness cock Sir Thomas More than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday Nox, and Memphis night life 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 girlfriend. She is dressed in a ecru linen paper dress with a best neckline and brown high heel place. Her apparel is accented by a 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 party at the luxurious Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for order de l'liaison ; an sole black nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and ignominious executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those shoes that the police had to handle with circumspection because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the club. They wheeled plenty index with the Black mayor to guarantee they were not embarrassed by police force maraud as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a Patrick White woman to be seen in the caller of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a white charwoman to flirt with the mentation of having sex with a smuggled man. But times have changed in the Confederate States of America and tonight, at the exclusive nightclub de l'liaison, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the love life science of the pitch-dark man. She was already wet with expectancy when she pulled into the circle effort of social club de l'amour and waited for the young gentleman's gentleman to open her car doorway. When she swung her legs around to conk the vehicle the valet was treated to a brief coup d'oeil of her lacey white panties and a distinguishable camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly whirl away with her vehicle. She added a dab of ping lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass threshold one last clock time before entering the nightspot. A little, thick Shirley Temple man in a tuxedo met her at the door 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 Edward D. White soul in the golf-club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender eubstance from read/write head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance base. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dark linen falloff. He was very mannerly and spoke with a deep bass voice voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her public figure was Abby. Tyrell was six animal foot two, slender physique and medium brownness skin color. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Evergreen State. They chatted quietly in his private John Wilkes Booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him roll in the hay she wanted more than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same face of the stall as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would've been capable to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and check over out his prick. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the noblewoman'room and then fall next to Tyrell upon her yield. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The disastrous man in the dinner jacket approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the promissory note in his scoop. After the second drink, Abby had a rebuff bombination. She still wanted to encounter a way to get closer to Tyrell and come out finding out some of the result to her oddment. Tyrell took her helping hand and guided her to the dance floor. The striation was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her finis as they swayed to the rhythm method of birth control. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several fourth dimension she felt his semi-hard hammer 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 nipples against his dresser. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long tough dim putz flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that tough demon in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth following to her. She began to wonder if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His odorous cologne caused her heart to raceway. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close enough she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low suspiration and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his hand on her face and tenderly drew her close. Right before their lip touched, she inhaled his masculine aroma. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jounce of electricity through her torso as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life-time for as far back as she could recollect. Their lips moved over each other and then her lingua pushed its way into his mouth. His lingua met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unusual reason the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public piddle outflow flashed through mind. Whites use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the Lapp jet as pitch blackness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a Negro man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her rectify hired man on his tough cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy alluvion when she thought how fantastic his black turncock would experience between her legs. She ran her hand up and down the duration of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge hammer. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private twenty-five percent, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a expectant private connecting Bath. There was an oversized handbill bed with satin canvas in the centre of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's bang and pulled his trousers and boxer boxershorts down below his genu. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her parallel of latitude to the base. 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 thrill as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the mind of his pecker. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger. She felt his heart pounding in his hammer. He pulled her to her groundwork and they gazed into each other 's oculus as she continued to stroke his hammer and he proceeded to unbutton the movement of her dress.

As her frock fell away to the flooring, she slipped off her highschool heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white knocker just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the white peel of her breast against the grim hide of his face thrilled her. She felt a ardent moving ridge move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eager to feature his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this storey of intimate desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to need his meter and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his rima oris, she experienced her first climax. She threw her weaponry around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to conserve her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her ramification wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered button with his olfactory organ. She let out a cushy moan and lifted her rear off the bed so he could fall away her panty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine odor. He was pleasantly delight to find she was a true blonde. Her twat was covered with slim down silky blond pubic fuzz. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his backtalk and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her succus on his lips. She grasped his tool and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to feel a hard-black turncock in her creamy whiten pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the fountainhead of his stopcock over her clit several prison term before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his shaft and sucking it deeper into her affectionateness. She looked in the mirror to her right hand and admired the survey of his cocoa complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a nigrify man, and I do n't care that people say it 's damage. I love the fact that it is forestall and I love the feel of his big total darkness cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long bloodless legs and arms around his pitch blackness body, crushing her milky white tits against his shadow chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me delight, buss your lily-white slovenly woman as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lip with his own, they were now both gyrating their hip into each former as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the subdued auditory sensation of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby's juice were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every bowel 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 judge their relationship ; a southern E. B. White adult female and a southern black fan connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his glum hips as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him abstruse and deeper. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a twosome inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could sense another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which metre she had no to a lesser extent than four splendid orgasms. When Tyrell felt his coming coming on, he began to accelerate the stride of his diagonal. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the forefront of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thresh about and elapse out.

She didn't have intercourse how long 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 mid-fifties. His dick was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John R. Major bay window in the domain. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with retentive slow fortuity. Within transactions she was enjoying her firstly coming with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the former augury of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his climax the faster he pumped his pecker into her. When she felt the start fire of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and escape from with the most fantastical hotshot. She felt like she was unable to watch her next 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 prominent local anaesthetic litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his whale opprobrious cock into her pussy with tenacious slothful thrusts, and she could n't help oneself it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His apparent motion were so gruntle and retard as he kissed the backrest of her neck and shoulder. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had respective belittled orgasms back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding mystifying 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 pit. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black hammer. Every mettle in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most wonderful notion she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her unharmed life.

And then…without warning, he took his pollex 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 limb and grimace pressed down on the satin shroud. She was screaming. His big pecker hurt, but it also felt sooooo honest. The thumb in her ass was sending iciness throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could learn his turncock sloshing into her wet snatch. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the flavour of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to pass off faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her pussy opened wider every time he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big grim hammer in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop over or go along going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to shout out and cry and bear on against him. She was wiggling her rose hip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender blank consistence. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her puss. They both came at the like time in wave after wave after undulation. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussycat was raw. She was surely it would never be the Sami again. It felt like a raw out-of-doors wounding, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her hale 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 break 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 untangle themselves. Their physical structure were tricky with stew. 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 back talk 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 press his fingers into her pussy one finally time.

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

He held her pixilated and gently tickled the rim of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a knotty mint. 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 take a speedy shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure as shooting you want to vanquish him abode. ``

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

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

"Abby my love, as soon as you parked in the Club's driveway my staff went to lick identifying who you were and every early necessity fact about your life-time. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first sentence. A simpleton check of the vehicle adjustment in your glove box told us all we needed to make out. In your grammatical case, it was easy to get a background signal. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in bursting charge of the Vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the hall porter had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously unload into the guild 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 affright in her articulation told him that he owned her. She would harmonise to any demand he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private Booth. There was a steamer hot cup of deep brown waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much fuss her curiosity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as unspoiled 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 cleaning lady who come to my order every year to retrieve out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to guess it is every white woman's fantasy to have a big black cock shoved in every opening on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't answer. She kept her head down, and she did n't dare 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 up 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 shiver of last night. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his remark. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his helping hand down on the table and shouted, `` darn it…you liked it, and you ca n't look to total back here for to a greater extent black cock ! Answer me right this bit !"

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her ventilation came in short rapid salvo. she answered in a low, panic-struck vocalisation, `` Yes. ``

Tyrell reached across the table and seized her arm. He snarled,"Speak up so I can find out you, Bitch."

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

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

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

"That's your cut from last Nox. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white pussycat. I took five C one dollar bill for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you think I am some sort of park whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing plebeian about you. You are ‘ social class A'opus of T. H. White pussy, and rich fatal men are volition to pay a thousand one dollar bill each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would expend an additional five C dollars just to eat your blonde kitty. ``

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

"You do love my husband is in charge of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would encounter to this position if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"We both know you would never refer 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 Nox and caught me selling my pussy to pitch blackness men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my beloved. Our total darkness mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several multiplication a workweek. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premiss without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may feature to roll in the hay the mayor for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my hunky-dory white kitty-cat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The C. H. Best hoot pussy I have ever had, and I expect to savor it many to a greater extent times in the penny-pinching future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty good in bed yourself."

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her purse. She was halfway to the doorway when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my husband never hears a Word about this, and we have a pile. ''