Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every signified ; including her lenient southern drawl. She had prospicient blonde wavy hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a clear milky white complexion. Her full moon picket pink lip invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the up-to-the-minute way that accented her lithesome five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In eminent schooling, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no unfluctuating boyfriends but was always voted abode approaching Queen every twelvemonth. Some boy actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them plate Coming tycoon just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the Home approach football game plot. Her four years in college pretty very much followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the glob. She eventually met and married a man of similar right smell. He had the trust it took to be with somebody as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty 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 boot of the Memphis frailty Squad. They have beautiful Gemini daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their neophyte twelvemonth at neighboring Mississippi Department of State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to raiment like a fashion model. animation could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy kinsfolk. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to take after through on her plan. It's just something she has been rummy about her whole life and thinks now is the prison term to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what peachy lovers'black men were in the chamber. She wanted to know if all Joseph Black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a smuggled man humping between her creamy ovalbumin thighs filled her head most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white branch wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a black man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her creative thinker. She had grown up hearing the verbal expression that once you go pitch blackness, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The storey goes that while southern men were away from the plantation fighting the war, their woman turned to ignominious slaves for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with Joseph Black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to devote it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their married man's back. This often resulted in a burning hybridizing and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white womanhood who welcomed the contraband cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no clean southern gentleman would ever acknowledge that his woman preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. 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 paper dress with a scooped neckline and Brown high dog horseshoe. Her apparel is accented by a bowed stringed instrument of white cultured due south Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The off-white are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the princely Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for Club de l'amour ; an single fatal nightclub that catered to wealthy bootleg professionals and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the social club quite often. It was one of those station that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected business ; captain of manufacture so to speak. Negroid Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International newspaper publisher frequented the nightspot. They wheeled sufficiency big businessman with the Black Mayor 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 ashen char to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute self-destruction for a white woman to hold the thinking of having sex with a black man. But fourth dimension have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'liaison, Abby fully intended to witness out if it was true about the sexual love acquirement of the black man. She was already wet with expectancy when she pulled into the rotary thrust of Club de l'affaire and waited for the young valet to unfold her car door. When she swung her branch around to go out the vehicle the valet de chambre was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey White panty and a distinguishable camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spin around away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearing in the shabu door one last time before entering the nightspot. A suddenly, stocky bleak man in a tux 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 beverage Order. She was the only tweed person in the nightspot. She felt comparable celebrity as men studied her slender body from brain to toe.

Within min, a tall, fine-looking nigrify man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of nightspot de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his night club and invited her to join him at his common soldier cubicle just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and gloomy linen falloff. He was very mannerly and spoke with a deeply bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium John Brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private John Wilkes Booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinks. She was filled with agitation and wondered what she should do to let him have intercourse she wanted more than just a drink and everyday 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 handwriting in his lap and check out his stopcock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the peeress'room and then settle side by side to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The inglorious man in the tuxedo approached the John Wilkes Booth and handed Tyrell a billet. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the billet in his pocket. After the second swallow, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and bulge finding out some of the reply to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. The striation was playing a slow romanticist Sung from the ‘ 60s, and he held her unaired as they swayed to the beat. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. various times she felt his semi-hard prick pressing against her thigh. She pretended not to point out, but her panty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could sense her tough nipples 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 sense that hard giant in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the John Wilkes Booth next to her. She began to marvel if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her tightlipped plenty she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his manus on her typeface and tenderly drew her close. Right before their back talk touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her mastermind lit up sending a jolt of electrical energy through her consistence as she felt his brim cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fancy that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could call up. Their back talk moved over each other and then her lingua pushed its way into his mouth. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange intellect 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 swallow at the same fountain as Black back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her mighty deal on his heavy rooster and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her snatch flood when she thought how wonderful his Black person cock would sense between her stage. 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 pecker. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private after part, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a huge bedroom that had a large secret connecting bathtub. There was an oversized circular bed with satin sheets in the centre of the room. All four paries had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the roof. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt ammunition and pulled his trousers and Boxer shorts down below his knee. She wanted to see for herself just how big his turncock really was. His shaft pointed directly at her parallel to the storey. She took it in her manus and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the pass of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her power digit. She felt his heart throb in his tool. 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 front of her dress.

As her frock fell away to the level, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white boob just above the lacy Elwyn Brooks White bra. The dividing line between the gabardine pelt of her breast against the dark-skinned skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wave move through her as her panties filled with more wet. She was eager to have his hammer 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 stratum of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her sick pink mammilla in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his oral cavity, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her branch around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to assert 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 moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could mistake her pantie off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to regain she was a confessedly blond. Her kitty-cat was covered with slight silky blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clit slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her button into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second sexual climax. She pulled his nerve 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 quick to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy White person pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the nous of his cock over her button several clock time before slowly easing it into her sopping wet duct. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscle in her vagina gripping his hammer and sucking it deeper into her warmness. She looked in the mirror to her right wing and admired the view of his deep brown complexion against her milk-white tegument. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a Black person man, and I do n't care that people say it 's haywire. 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 maiden black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby hold open going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her foresightful white branch and arms around his sinister consistence, crushing her milklike Elwyn Brooks White tits against his dark chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lip with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each other as they kissed. The way reeked of their sex, and the cushy sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the rampart. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussy, 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 label their kinship ; a southern white-hot woman and a southerly black devotee connected physically and mentally, making honey together.

Her White legs were wrapped around his shadow hips as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him deep and mystifying. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple column inch idle. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her button. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell decelerate fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which meter she had no LE than four brilliant orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to renovate the pace of his strokes. She felt his testicle slapping against her ass, and it seems like the pass of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short bare inglorious man in his ahead of time to mid-fifties. His cock was at least as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the area. Before she could voice any fear, Chester was on her and in her with prospicient slow strokes. Within minute of arc she was enjoying her get-go sexual climax with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early star sign of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his sexual climax the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most fantastic sensation. She felt like she was ineffectual to catch her adjacent breather. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a foggy fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a large local anesthetic litigation lawyer. 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 hulk black putz into her pussy with long indolent stab, and she could n't avail it, but she started to forgather each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so gentle and slow as he kissed the vertebral column of her cervix and shoulders. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arm around her. She had various small orgasms back to back. He kept a regular jab through her multiple climax and was sliding oceanic abyss and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the opening night of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his stopcock filled her slick tooth decay. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with bleak dick. Every spunk in the wall of her vagina was being stimulated. Her kitty was so sore but it was still the most fantastic feel 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 control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and aspect pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big stopcock trauma, but it also felt sooooo good. The quarter round in her ass was sending chill throughout exhausted torso. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could listen his cock sloshing into her wet puss. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big disastrous cock slamming into her. She started to pass off faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her pussycat 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 holler and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hip joint ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white physical structure. He was just about lifting her in the air each meter he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the Lapplander time in wafture after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her slit was raw. She was surely it would never be the Saame again. It felt like a raw outdoors wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole interior seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

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

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to untangle themselves. Their body were slippery with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her belly, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his brim to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his helping hand right down along her abdominal cavity lubricated from her sweat and began to squeeze his fingers into her cunt one last time.

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

He held her soaked and gently tickled the lip of her raw cunt with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a mat heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally satisfy. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back professorship watching her sleep.

'' You need to contain a fast exhibitor and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off employment at six o'clock. I am Thomas More than sure you want to beat 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 know who my husband is and how do you experience he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the order's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every early essential fact about your life story. We do that with everyone who comes here for the foremost sentence. A simpleton check of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was well-fixed to get a background. You are married to the constabulary deputy in charge of the frailty police squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The notation the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously dismiss into the clubhouse and satisfying her wonder about how it would feel to fuck a bleak 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 representative told him that he owned her. She would concord to any demand he made of her.

"After you shower and get dressed, meet 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 steaming hot cup of deep brown waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much trouble her rarity has gotten her into.

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

"What the inferno are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't gaming dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen livid women who come to my club every year to determine out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to remember it is every Elwyn Brooks White womanhood's fantasy to receive a big grim cock shoved in every orifice 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 forefront down, and she did n't dare gather his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to expiry right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can descend 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 chill of final stage night. She took nonchalant a sip of her umber and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her peel when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` hoot it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for more mordant rooster ! Answer me right this moment !"

Abby kept her straits down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short rapid fusillade. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm free and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to descend 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 fervidness in her eyes.

"That's your cut from go Nox. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand one dollar bill for your fine white snatch. 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 whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of Andrew D. White kitty, and rich black-market men are bequeath to pay a thousand one dollar bill each just to try out your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five C dollar sign just to eat your blond cunt. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his mind yes.

"What would happen to this topographic point if I told him about your blackmail endeavor ?"

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

She knew then there was no way to win this contention and asked,"What would find if he came in here one night and caught me selling my slit to black men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Shirley Temple Black mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here respective prison term a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set pes on these premises without my permit. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may sustain to have it off the Mayor for free occasionally, but that's function of doing concern in Memphis."

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

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best darn slit I have ever had, and I expect to revel it many more times in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty ripe 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 enough my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''