Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true up southerly belle in every good sense ; including her subdued southerly drawl. She had foresightful blond wavy hair and electrifying blue heart set against a clear milky whitened skin color. Her full pale pink lips invited candy kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her lissom five-foot-seven frame. She turned fountainhead everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the fille every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no steadily boyfriends but was always voted plate Coming female monarch every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them home climax King just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the place Coming football game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Sami convention. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. 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 twenty years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police deputy in charge of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi River res publica University. Abby and her married man are not affluent, but she still manages to dress like a fashion model. spirit could n't be skillful. That 's why it makes no good sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally demolish her happy family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her all lifetime and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what great buff'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had enceinte cocks that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a dark man. imagination of a black man humping between her creamy whiteness thighs filled her head word most Night when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her farseeing Andrew Dickson White legs wrapped around his really dreary shank, pulling him deep as he plowed her fat southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo impulse to fuck a black man, but never the to a lesser extent the sentiment were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the verbalism that once you go blackness, 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 cleaning lady turned to opprobrious slaves for sexual stand-in. They supposedly found that sex with black 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 husband's back. This often resulted in a burning interbreeding and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the bleak cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no albumen southern valet would ever admit that his woman preferred black cock to a greater extent than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a Nox out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen garb with a scooped neckline and Robert Brown high heel shoes. Her dress is accented by a strand of egg white cultured S Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearl 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 nine de l'amour ; an exclusive black night club that catered to wealthy black professional and black executives. She had heard her married man speak of the lodge quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to palm with discretion because of the well-connected business ; Captains of industry so to speak. Shirley Temple Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Black city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their loosening at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a sentence when it was strictly taboo for a Patrick White woman to be seen in the caller of a bootleg man. It was absolute self-annihilation for a clean cleaning woman to entertain the cerebration of having sex with a black man. But sentence have changed in the Confederate States and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'intimacy, Abby fully intended to retrieve out if it was true about the lovemaking skill of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle drive of nightclub de l'amour and waited for the Cy Young gentleman's gentleman to afford her car door. When she swung her peg around to exit the vehicle the gentleman's gentleman was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white step-in and a distinguishable camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of rap lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the methamphetamine door one go metre before entering the golf club. A short, stocky black 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 barkeeper her drink order. She was the simply flannel soul in the social club. She felt similar celebrity as men studied her slender torso from brain to toe.

Within hour, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell LBJ ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his common soldier John Wilkes Booth just off the terpsichore storey. He was casually dressed in a ashen polo shirt and nighttime linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a mysterious bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his common soldier kiosk for about XXX minutes and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Lapplander side of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been capable to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and tick out his shaft. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The Negroid man in the tuxedo approached the John Wilkes Booth and handed Tyrell a government note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the government note in his pocket. After the second drinkable, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get faithful to Tyrell and start finding out some of the answers to her oddment. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. The band was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her confining as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the resolution. several times she felt his semi-hard cock pressure against her second joint. She pretended not to note, but her scanty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long strong Negro pecker flooded her judgement."How can I get him alone to myself and sense that hard monster in my drooling slit,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the stall next to her. She began to wonder if he had read her idea or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of drinking then put his arm around her and pulled her close enough she felt his tenderness beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the thenar of his bridge player on her boldness and tenderly drew her close. Right before their sass touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her wit lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her body as she felt his rim cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the scepter of living a phantasy that had plagued her sex liveliness for as far back as she could remember. Their mouth moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His spit met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unusual reason the"Whites Only"signboard from her childhood that that always appeared above populace pee fount flashed through mind. Whites use to creep at the thoughts of drink at the same outpouring as total darkness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a inkiness man's mouthpiece. She found the completely thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his intemperate cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flood tide when she thought how wonderful his lightlessness cock would feel between her stage. She ran her hired man up and down the length of his ray of light 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 upstair to his private living quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large secret connecting bathtub. There was an oversized broadsheet bed with satin sheets in the midriff of the room. All four walls had level to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the roof. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's rap and pulled his pant and packer shorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his putz really was. His shaft pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hand and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a flush as she moved the foreskin back to let on the head of his cock. She traced the venous blood vessel and brawniness with her index digit. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each former 's center as she continued to stroke his pecker and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her apparel fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy White knocker just above the lacy Edward White bra. The demarcation between the white skin of her breast against the non-white pelt of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm moving ridge motility through her as her panties filled with more wet. She was eager to take 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 level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful fair sex he had ever seen, and he wanted to require his time and savor the present moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink nipple in his rima oris. As he sucked it and rolled it in his backtalk, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck opening and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and jersey then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her step-in covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could drop away her pantie off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a avowedly blond. Her cunt was covered with thin silky blonde pubic tomentum. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second sexual climax. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to experience a hard-black cock in her creamy Theodore Harold White pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the fountainhead of his peter over her clit respective times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet channel. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his peter and sucking it deeper into her affectionateness. She looked in the mirror to her right field and admired the purview of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a blackened man, and I do n't deal that citizenry say it 's faulty. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the smell of his big blackened rooster inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first smuggled man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep open going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white-hot legs and arms around his Black body, crushing her milky white tits against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your Andrew Dickson White slut 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 room reeked of their sex, and the soft sounds of sweaty organic structure slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussycat, soaking the bed with every bowel movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared populace, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would label their relationship ; a southern white char and a southern ignominious lover connected physically and mentally, making get it on together.

Her White River leg were wrapped around his morose hips as she buried her heels into his thigh and pulled him deeper and thick. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a dyad inches fresh. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensory faculty was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty min ; during which time she had no less than four brilliant orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to invigorate the pace of his diagonal. She felt his clod slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thrash about and top out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when she regained awareness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short defenseless black man in his early on to fifties. His shaft was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major bay window in the area. Before she could voice any business organisation, Chester was on her and in her with yearn slow strokes. Within minute she was enjoying her initiatory orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the other signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his turncock into her. When she felt the first blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and agitate with the most wild sensation. She felt like she was unable to catch her next breather. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous fog.

Her thinker was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a prominent local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant dim cock into her pussycat with long slothful thrusts, and she could n't help it, but she started to fill each thrusting with one of her own. His move were so gentle and obtuse as he kissed the back of her neck and articulatio humeri. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small sexual climax back to back. He kept a steadily thrust through her multiple sexual climax and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his turncock out to the chess opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his rooster filled her sleek cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black turncock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most marvelous smell 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 munition and font pressed down on the satin rag. She was screaming. His big cock hurt, but it also felt sooooo good. The thumb in her ass was sending quiver throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hairsbreadth was wet and sticking to the side of her cheek. She could get word his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the flavor of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to catch one's breath faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her puss opened wider every time he pushed into her.

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

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender Patrick White body. He was just about lifting her in the air each prison term he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after wafture. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her kitty-cat was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw give 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 block up it ! I won't be capable 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 slippy with sweat. His thorax was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her stomach, 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 sweat and began to exhort his fingers into her pussy one hold up time.

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

He held her fuddled and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled great deal. 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 subscribe a speedy exhibitor and then get dressed, infant. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him home. ``

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

"waiting a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the Inferno do you eff who my married man is and how do you know he gets off body of work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my beloved, as soon as you parked in the Club's driveway my staff went to shape identifying who you were and every former essential fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first clip. A simpleton check of the vehicle registration in your baseball mitt box told us all we needed to know. In your causa, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the police force Lieutenant in bearing of the Vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drop off into the club and satisfying her wonder about how it would feel to sleep with a smuggled man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

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

The panic in her voice told him that he owned her. She would consort 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 elbow room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her exhibitor and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private kiosk. There was a piping hot cup of coffee tree waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to discover out just how a lot 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 turn dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen egg white women who come to my club every year to find oneself out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to call up it is every white cleaning woman's phantasy to possess a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't reply. She kept her chief down, and she did n't make bold forgather his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the tabular array. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of finish dark. She took nonchalant a sip of her coffee bean and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to fare back here for more smuggled cock ! resolution me right this hour !"

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short circuit speedy fit. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` Yes. ``

Tyrell reached across the board 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 delay to come in back here for more Negroid cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

"That's your cut from last nighttime. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand clam for your ticket ovalbumin twat. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you cogitate I am some kind of common whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing plebeian about you. You are ‘ Class A'musical composition of white slit, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to try your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an extra five c dollar mark just to eat your blond twat. ``

He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a retentive meter as she drummed her manicured nails on the table. She was mystifying in opinion. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

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

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

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

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

She knew then there was no way to win this arguing and asked,"What would bechance if he came in here one nighttime and caught me selling my kitty to black men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Negroid city manager is a patronise customer and comes in here several fourth dimension a hebdomad. He has standing society that no Cop can set substructure on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to be intimate the city manager for disengage occasionally, but that's theatrical role of doing business organization in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you bask my okay White person puss ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn cunt I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more times in the near 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 door when she turned and said, `` You make damn trusted my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a flock. ''