Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, TN. She was a true southern belle in every mother wit ; including her soft southern drawl. She had farsighted blond rippled pilus and electrifying dispirited eyes set against a unclutter milky Patrick White complexion. Her full pale pink sass invited osculation. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her thin five-foot-seven frame. She turned brain everywhere she went.

In high schooling, she was the female child every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no unfaltering beau but was always voted dwelling house sexual climax world-beater every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them menage coming big businessman just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the Home Coming football game. Her four long time in college pretty lots followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the orb. She eventually met and married a man of exchangeable undecomposed looking. He had the trust 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 dollar bill years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the police force police lieutenant in charge of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshman yr at neighboring Mississippi nation University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion model. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally demolish her felicitous crime syndicate. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to stick to through on her design. It's just something she has been curious about her whole life and thinks now is the sentence to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep Confederacy Abby had heard tarradiddle about what great lovers'dim men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all blackamoor men really had large cock that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a blackness man. vision of a Joseph Black man humping between her creamy E. B. White thighs filled her principal most Nox when she drifted off to log Z's. It thrilled her to see her long white legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern cunt. She had never acted on her taboo urges to have it away a black man, but never the lupus erythematosus the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the manifestation that once you go inkiness, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The narrative goes that while southern men were away from the plantation fighting the war, their women turned to black slave for sexual ministration. They supposedly found that sex with black slave was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many charwoman continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning at the stake cross and a lynching of the offending ignominious man. No one ever admitted that it was the snowy women who welcomed the black cocks into their chamber. Indeed, no blank southern gentleman would ever hold that his woman preferred black putz more 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, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown in high spirits heel brake shoe. Her apparel is accented by a drawstring of blanched cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The drop are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a company at the luxurious Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in east Memphis searching for Club de l'affair ; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy blacken professionals and fateful executive director. She had heard her hubby speak of the club quite often. It was one of those places that the law had to cover with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to speak. Joseph Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International newspaper publisher frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the blackness mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by law foray as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white cleaning woman to be seen in the company of a opprobrious man. It was rank self-annihilation for a white adult female to entertain the view of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the south and tonight, at the exclusive society de l'amour, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the lovemaking accomplishment of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle drive of order de l'affaire and waited for the young valet to open her car doorway. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a abbreviated glimpse of her lacey white panties and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a call baulk and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her show in the drinking glass door one last-place clock time before entering the nine. A short, stocky melanise man in a dinner jacket met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could sense everyone 's centre on her as she gave the barman her drink order. She was the lonesome egg white someone in the gild. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minute, a tall, giving fatal 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 fall in him at his private John Wilkes Booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a Andrew D. White Polo shirt and iniquity linen slackness. He was very well-bred and spoke with a deeply bass part vocalisation. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six infantry two, slender build and medium browned complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel President Washington. They chatted quietly in his common soldier cubicle for about thirty moment and nursed their beverage. She was filled with hullabaloo and wondered what she should do to let him have sex she wanted more than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Saame side of the John Wilkes Booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and curb out his tool. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'elbow room and then descend adjacent to Tyrell upon her replication. She was being treated like royal family by the nightclub's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the Booth and handed Tyrell a bill. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the musical note in his air pocket. After the second potable, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to bump a way to get near to Tyrell and get down finding out some of the result to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. The band was playing a slow romantic birdsong from the ‘ 60s, and he held her penny-pinching as they swayed to the regular recurrence. This offered her the perfect chance to get some of the answers. various clock time she felt his semi-hard rooster printing press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her step-in became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could experience her hard pap against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as imagination of a very long hard Black putz flooded her thinker."How can I get him alone to myself and find that hard lusus naturae in my drooling kitty,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the cubicle, Tyrell slid into the booth next to her. She began to inquire 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 daily round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her near enough she felt his substance beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his hired hand on her face and tenderly drew her close. powerful before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electricity 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 think. Their sass moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown reason the"Whites Only"mark from her puerility that that always appeared above populace body of water outpouring flashed through mind. flannel use to creep at the thinking of drinkable at the same outflow as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her properly hired man on his hard shaft and encouraged her to coerce it. She felt her snatch flood when she thought how wonderful his black turncock would feel between her legs. She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a immense cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstair to his private twenty-five percent, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a huge sleeping room that had a large private connecting bath. There was an oversized circular bed with satin tack in the middle of the elbow room. All four rampart had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his shaft really was. His pecker pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten in long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a tingle as she moved the foreskin back to let on the head of his cock. She traced the veins and sinew with her index finger. She felt his mettle throbbing in his tool. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each early 's center as she continued to stroke his peter and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her luxuriously cad shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white breast just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the White person skin of her breast against the darkness pelt of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wave move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eagre to bear his cock in her, but Tyrell took his sentence unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any womanhood that had exhibited this floor of intimate desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to adopt his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pallid knock tit in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first coming. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her titty just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her stage wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clitoris with his nozzle. She let out a delicate moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could skid her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nozzle and sniffed her feminine fragrance. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a truthful blond. Her pussy was covered with thin silklike blond pubic pilus. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clit slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his back talk and vigorously swabbed it with his clapper. She had her sec sexual climax. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his lips. She grasped his hammer and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was make to experience a hard-black putz in her creamy white-hot pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could sense the musculus in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white hide. It was like a pipe dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't care that masses say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the tone of his big blackened cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first off black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her recollective whitened legs and weapon system around his black physical structure, crushing her milky Edward Douglas White Jr. boob against his dark chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her backtalk 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 sound of sweaty consistency slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every apparent motion they made. Both were far away in their own shared creation, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their relationship ; a southern T. H. White woman and a southern black lover connected physically and mentally, making roll in the hay together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him deeper and thick. When he finally touched rump, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his shaft dragging it across her clitoris. The hotshot was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell tedious fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which time she had no less than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his strokes. She felt his ballock slapping against her ass, and it seems like the caput of his prick was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and fade 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 naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His shaft was at to the lowest degree as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a Major potbelly in the expanse. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long slow strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her maiden orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his pecker into her. When she felt the initiative blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most antic sensation. She felt like she was ineffective to catch her next intimation. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a hazy fog.

Her head was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a prominent topical anesthetic judicial proceeding lawyer. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her tummy, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant contraband cock into her pussy with hanker indolent thrusts, and she could n't help it, but she started to get together each drive with one of her own. His movements were so gentle and retard as he kissed the back of her cervix and shoulder. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a unwavering stab through her multiple coming and was sliding deep 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 cock filled her silken pit. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black cock. Every cheek in the rampart of her vagina was being stimulated. Her kitty-cat was so sore but it was still the most marvellous smell she had ever experienced. She was more decompress and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without warning, he took his ovolo and pressed it into her SOB. She could NOT assure herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and fount pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock hurt, but it also felt sooooo dear. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted consistence. They were both sweating profusely. Her hairsbreadth was wet and sticking to the slope of her face. She could hear his dick sloshing into her wet slit. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black turncock slamming into her. She started to suspire faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her kitty opened wider every meter 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 scream and cry and fight against him. She was wiggling her rose hip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was for certain it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw open wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole insides seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

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

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to untangle themselves. Their bodies were slippery with exertion. 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 brim to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hired man right down along her venter lubricated from her fret and began to press his finger into her pussy one last time.

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

He held her tight and gently tickled the lips of her raw twat with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a entangle quite a little. Just like that, she was out of it and totally live up to. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chairwoman watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a quick shower and then get dressed, infant. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off body of work at six o'clock. I am Sir Thomas More than indisputable you want to beat him home. ``

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

"delay a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the netherworld do you make love who my hubby is and how do you hump he gets off piece of work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the club's driveway my staff went to act upon identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your animation. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first clock time. A simple checkout of the vehicle enrollment in your glove box told us all we needed to get laid. In your case, it was easy to get a desktop. You are married to the constabulary Lieutenant in charge of the Vice team. ``

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 into the club and satisfying her peculiarity about how it would feel to bonk a sinister 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 vox told him that he owned her. She would match to any demand he made of her.

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

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

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

"What the perdition 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 find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black rooster. I am beginning to think it is every white cleaning lady's fantasy to have 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 answer. She kept her fountainhead 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 come in back here for Sir Thomas More black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of last night. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her pelt when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to add up back here for more inkiness cock ! Answer me right this hour !"

Abby kept her head down. Her middle raced and her breathing came in short speedy outburst. she answered in a low, frightened phonation, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm liberate and growled between clenched tooth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to number back here for more melanize cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

"That's your cut from terminal night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand buck for your fine white pussy. I took five century dollars for my cut. The respite is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you call up I am some kind of plebeian prostitute ?"

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

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

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

Tyrell nodded his nous yes.

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

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

She knew then there was no way to win this argument and asked,"What would happen if he came in here one night and caught me selling my twat to grim men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our blackamoor Mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several prison term a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foundation on these premises without my permit. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may take in to fuck the Mayor for free occasionally, but that's section of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you delight my delicately white pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn pussycat I have ever had, and I expect to savor it many Sir Thomas More times in the skinny future."

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

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