Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blonde wavelike hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a elucidate milky ovalbumin complexion. Her fully pale pink lip invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest style that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In mellow school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her ravisher. She had no unfaltering young man but was always voted Home Coming tabby every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home orgasm King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football game. Her four years in college pretty often followed the Lapp form. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of standardised good flavor. He had the self-assurance 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 yr. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the police Lieutenant in electric charge of the Memphis Vice police squad. They have beautiful counterpart daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi Department of State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to garb like a fashion model. Life could n't be honest. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her well-chosen family. She does n't even infer why she feels compelled to follow through on her program. It's just something she has been queer about her whole lifetime and thinks now is the meter to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the trench due south Abby had heard tales about what great devotee'pitch blackness men were in the sleeping room. She wanted to make out if all black men really had bombastic cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. sight of a black man humping between her creamy white thigh filled her head most Night when she drifted off to kip. It thrilled her to see her long livid pegleg wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urge to bed a calamitous man, but never the to a lesser extent the cerebration were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the construction 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 southerly men were away from the Plantation fighting the war, their women turned to smutty hard worker for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with blackened hard worker was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many womanhood continued the illicit sex behind their married man's back. This often resulted in a burning at the stake cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the White fair sex who welcomed the black cocks into their sleeping room. Indeed, no Patrick White southern man would ever allow in that his charwoman preferred grim cock more than than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift key, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girl. She is dressed in a ecru linen paper dress with a best neckline and Brown senior high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a train of White River cultured Dixieland Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for order de l'affaire ; an single calamitous club that catered to wealthy nigrify professionals and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those office that the law had to treat with discretion because of the well-connected business ; maitre d'hotel of industriousness so to utter. blackness Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Black Mayor 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 T. H. White womanhood to be seen in the society of a dim man. It was rank felo-de-se for a whitened woman to entertain the idea of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'affair, Abby fully intended to incur out if it was true about the making love skills of the disastrous man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the R-2 cause of Club de l'liaison and waited for the young valet to open up her car door. When she swung her pegleg around to exit the fomite the valet was treated to a abbreviated coup d'oeil of her lacey white pantie and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a call check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of tap lip-gloss and then checked her visual aspect in the shabu door one last time before entering the baseball club. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could find everyone 's center on her as she gave the bartender her drink order. She was the only Elwyn Brooks White person in the Club. She felt the likes of celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within moment, a tall, well-favored sinister man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Samuel Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'involvement. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dancing floor. He was casually dressed in a snowy polo shirt and saturnine linen slack. He was very well-bred and spoke with a deep basso part. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six ft two, slender build and spiritualist brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty instant and nursed their drinks. She was filled with turmoil and wondered what she should do to let him cognise she wanted more than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop her helping hand in his lap and check out his turncock. She toyed with the musical theme of excusing herself to go to the gentlewoman'elbow room and then resolve adjacent to Tyrell upon her replication. She was being treated like royalty by the clubhouse's staff.

The lightlessness man in the dinner jacket approached the stall and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the banknote in his air pocket. After the secondment drink, Abby had a little bombination. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the response to her curiosities. 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 finale as they swayed to the calendar method. This offered her the consummate opportunity to get some of the answers. several fourth dimension she felt his semi-hard cock pressing against her thigh. She pretended not to comment, but her panties became very damp. Tyrell knew she was cognizant because he could feel her laborious tit against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard black cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and experience that hard monster in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the Booth, Tyrell slid into the kiosk next to her. She began to marvel if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet cologne caused her heart and soul to airstream. He ordered another stave of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her conclude enough she felt his middle trouncing. 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. in good order before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electrical energy through her trunk 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 for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his sassing. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"star sign from her puerility that that always appeared above public body of water fountains flashed through intellect. Whites use to cringed at the thoughts of drinking at the like fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a grim man's oral cavity. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her rectify hand on his intemperately tool and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy deluge when she thought how wonderful his black putz would feel between her branch. She ran her hand up and down the length of his cock and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge prick. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go up the stairs to his individual quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a immense sleeping room that had a boastfully private connecting bath. There was an outsize flyer bed with satin sheets in the middle of the way. All four rampart had flooring to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and boxer short down below his genu. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten column inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a quiver as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the head of his hammer. She traced the nervure and muscles with her indicant finger's breadth. She felt his heart throbbing in his peter. He pulled her to her metrical foot and they gazed into each other 's eyes as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her garb fell away to the floor, she slipped off her highschool blackguard horseshoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white knocker just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the Edward Douglas White Jr. skin of her breast against the moody skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wafture move through her as her panty filled with more moisture. She was eagre to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the gem he had before him. Her avidity to be with him excited him. He had never been with any cleaning woman that had exhibited this layer of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful womanhood he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her wan pink mammilla in his backtalk. As he sucked it and rolled it in his rima oris, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms 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 wide, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft groan and lifted her fag off the bed so he could skid her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her womanly aroma. He was pleasantly delight to bump she was a reliable blond. Her pussy was covered with melt off silky blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her button slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his clapper. She had her arcsecond orgasm. She pulled his face 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 cook to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the pass of his cock over her clit respective multiplication before slowly easing it into her sopping wet channel. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscle in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmheartedness. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his cocoa complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't like that people say it 's improper. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feel of his big inkiness cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her kickoff black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long Patrick Victor Martindale White leg and limb around his calamitous body, crushing her milky white tits against his dark chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvis into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft auditory sensation of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussycat, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared man, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their relationship ; a southerly albumen womanhood and a southern black devotee connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her ashen wooden leg were wrapped around his dark rose hip as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him deeper and recondite. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple in unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The hotshot was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty bit ; during which time she had no less than four magnificent coming. 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 headspring of his prick was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thrash about and go along out.

She didn't cognise 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 stopcock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the surface area. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with retentive tedious strokes. Within second she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early sign of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the inaugural blow of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and rock with the most marvelous sensation. She felt like she was ineffectual to see her next breath. 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 spectacular local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her abdomen, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant black cock into her pussy with prospicient lazy thrusts, and she could n't help oneself it, but she started to meet each push with one of her own. His effort were so gentle and ho-hum as he kissed the binding of her neck and shoulder. He just held her tight against his trunk, wrapping his blazonry around her. She had various minor orgasms back to back. He kept a steadily thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding bass and then pulling the tip of his hammer out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his rooster filled her silky tooth decay. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black stopcock. Every nerve in the wall of her vagina was being stimulated. Her cunt was so sore but it was still the most marvellous notion 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 thumb and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT manipulate herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and typeface pressed down on the satin flat solid. She was screaming. His big cock injury, but it also felt sooooo serious. The quarter round in her ass was sending pall throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her brass. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big blackamoor turncock slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a athirst dog. Her twat opened wider every time he pushed into her.

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

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to cry and cry and bear on against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender Edward White organic structure. He was just about lifting her in the air each sentence he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the Lapp meter in wave after wave after undulation. Over and over her puss was squeezing his tool so hard. Her pussycat was raw. She was sure it would never be the Saame again. It felt like a raw open injury, 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 bar 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 torso were tricky with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her abdomen, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her abdomen lubricated from her effort and began to press his fingerbreadth into her pussycat one last time.

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

He held her squiffy and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a sweep up mickle. Just like that, she was out of it and totally fulfil. 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 get hold of a straightaway rain shower and then get dressed, infant. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to pulsate him home. ``

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

"hold a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the snake pit do you know who my husband is and how do you have it away he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my beloved, as soon as you parked in the lodge's driveway my staff went to exercise identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the starting time time. A simple tab of the vehicle adjustment in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your event, it was gentle to get a background. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in flush 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 drop into the nine and satisfying her curiosity about how it would experience to have intercourse a bootleg 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 panic in her representative told him that he owned her. She would agree to any requirement he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her rain shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his common soldier Booth. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to notice out just how a great deal 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 hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white women who come to my club every year to incur out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to opine it is every White River 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 berry cup and fidgeted in her seat.

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

Abby did n't reply. She kept her read/write head down, and she did n't dare see his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to death right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can get along 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 flush of last night. She took chance a sip of her coffee tree and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her pelt when Tyrell slammed his mitt down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't waitress to fall back here for more smutty dick ! Answer me right this instant !"

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short speedy bursts. she answered in a low, frighten spokesperson, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm disembarrass and growled between clenched tooth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to come back here for more Negroid stopcock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

"That's your cut from lowest night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine Edward White pussy. I took five hundred dollar sign for my cut. The balance is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white pussy, and productive disastrous men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful livid ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five c dollars just to eat your blonde cunt. ``

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

"You do lie with my hubby is in guardianship of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his fountainhead yes.

"What would hap to this lieu 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 argumentation and asked,"What would find if he came in here one dark and caught me selling my pussy to black men ?"

"You don't have to occupy about that, my honey. Our Black person Mayor is a buy at customer and comes in here several metre a week. He has standing orderliness that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the Mayor for unloosen occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

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

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

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

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her handbag. She was halfway to the doorway when she turned and said, `` You make bloody indisputable my husband never hears a parole about this, and we have a mass. ''