Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southerly belle in every good sense ; including her easygoing southern drawl. She had long blond wavy hairsbreadth and electrifying blueish center set against a exculpate milky white complexion. Her full moon pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the tardy style that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned straits everywhere she went.

In senior high shoal, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no firm fellow but was always voted Home approach fagot every yr. Some male child actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them dwelling Coming Billie Jean King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the home base Coming football plot. Her four geezerhood in college pretty much followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the clod. She eventually met and married a man of similar trade good looks. 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 bursting charge of the Memphis Vice police squad. They have beautiful twin daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to garb like a fashion mannikin. Life could n't be undecomposed. That 's why it makes no horse sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy family unit. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to keep up through on her plan. It's just something she has been peculiar about her wholly lifespan and thinks now is the clock time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the deep South Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'pitch-black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all inglorious men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy White River thighs filled her head most Nox when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her recollective white legs wrapped around his really dour shank, pulling him deep as he plowed her prolific southern puss. She had never acted on her tabu urges to fuck a grim man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her nous. She had grown up hearing the verbal expression 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 write up goes that while southern men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to lightlessness slaves for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with inkiness slave was so raw and satisfying it was concentrated for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning crossing and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the Patrick Victor Martindale White women who welcomed the Shirley Temple Black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southern gentleman would ever include that his cleaning woman preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday nighttime, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's husband 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 dress with a scooped neckline and John Brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a train of white cultured Confederate States of America Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C chest. She is dressed as though she were going to a political party at the opulent Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in eastern United States Memphis searching for gild de l'affair ; an exclusive pitch-dark nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and pitch-dark executive director. She had heard her hubby speak of the gild quite often. It was one of those shoes that the police had to care with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; captain of diligence so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International newspaper publisher frequented the Club. They wheeled plenty baron with the inkiness Mayor to see to it they were not embarrassed by police force raids as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a flannel woman to be seen in the company of a ignominious man. It was right-down suicide for a white woman to think of the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the Confederate States and tonight, at the single cabaret de l'affair, Abby fully intended to receive out if it was true about the love life attainment of the black man. She was already wet with prevision when she pulled into the roach drive of nightspot de l'amour and waited for the young valet to open her car doorway. When she swung her peg around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a brief coup d'oeil of her lacey white scanty and a distinguishable camel toe. The valet handed her a title chip and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pinkish lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass threshold one finally clip before entering the nightspot. A shortsighted, stocky black man in a tux met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could sense everyone 's center on her as she gave the bartender her drink order. She was the only Andrew D. White person in the cabaret. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, giving smuggled man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his club and invited her to unite him at his individual booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a bloodless polo shirt and dark linen falling off. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her figure was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender form and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Capital. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him have it off she wanted more than just a drinking and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Same incline of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally sink her hand in his lap and check out his putz. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the dame'room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her coming back. She was being treated like royal house by the clubhouse's staff.

The black man in the dinner jacket approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his air hole. After the second drink, Abby had a rebuff buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the answers to her oddity. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the saltation trading floor. The band was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the musical rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several times she felt his semi-hard pecker press against her second joint. She pretended not to find, but her scanty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her grueling mamilla against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as visual sense of a very long operose Joseph Black dick flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and sense that intemperately monster in my drooling snatch,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth following to her. She began to enquire if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-scented cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another stave of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close sufficiency she felt his heart 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 expression and tenderly drew her close. Right before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her mental capacity lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her torso as she felt his rim cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life-time for as far back as she could remember. Their sassing moved over each early and then her lingua pushed its way into his lip. His glossa met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water outpouring flashed through mind. Whites use to crawl at the thoughts of drink at the same jet as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's lip. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his strong cock and encouraged her to wring it. She felt her kitty flood lamp when she thought how marvelous his black cock would find between her branch. She ran her hired man up and down the length of his shaft 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 upstairs to his private one-fourth, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a immense sleeping room that had a large private connecting bath. There was an oversized circular bed with satin shroud in the middle of the 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 bagger underdrawers down below his knee joint. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His stopcock 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 reveal the head of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her exponent digit. She felt his mettle throb in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each early 's oculus as she continued to stroke his rooster and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her clothes fell away to the level, she slipped off her high up hound place and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white boob just above the lacy white bra. The dividing line between the Edward White cutis of her knocker against the dark skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm waving move through her as her step-in filled with more moisture. She was eager to have got his turncock in her, but Tyrell took his fourth dimension unveiling the hoarded wealth 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 women he had ever seen, and he wanted to drive his time and savor the import. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale ping tit in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first sexual climax. She threw her blazon around his neck opening 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 stage wide of the mark, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered button with his nose. She let out a sonant moan and lifted her nates off the bed so he could slip her step-in off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her womanly aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with slim down slick blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its strong-armer. He sucked her clit into his rima oris and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second climax. She pulled his look up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his stopcock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to experience a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clit various metre before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could find the muscles in her vagina gripping his pecker and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the position of his chocolate skin color against her milk-white skin. It was like a aspiration, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't give care that hoi polloi say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feel of his big black shaft inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her outset blackamoor man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep back going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long clean pegleg and weapon around his black-market trunk, crushing her milky Theodore Harold 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 hips into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the diffuse phone of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her cunt, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared world, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would try their kinship ; a southern whiten cleaning woman and a southerly black lover connected physically and mentally, making fuck together.

Her bloodless ramification were wrapped around his wickedness hip as she buried her hound into his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched buttocks, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could find another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty instant ; during which time she had no to a lesser extent than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the footstep of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the caput of his putz was bouncing off her cervix uteri. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't experience how long she was out, but when she regained cognizance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a unawares defenseless black man in his too soon to mid-fifties. His cock was at to the lowest degree as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the sphere. Before she could vocalise any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long slow CVA. Within arcminute she was enjoying her maiden orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten arcminute before the early signs of his own sexual climax. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first attack of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most fantastic whiz. She felt like she was unable to take hold of 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 big local litigation lawyer. 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 blackened cock into her twat with retentive lazy thrusts, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His bm were so mollify and slow as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulder joint. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his branch around her. She had several minor sexual climax back to back. He kept a unfaltering thrust through her multiple coming and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his tool filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black cock. Every nerve in the wall of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most rattling feeling she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her unhurt life.

And then…without warning, he took his pollex 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 human face pressed down on the satin piece of paper. She was screaming. His big putz hurt, but it also felt sooooo secure. The pollex in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hairsbreadth was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet kitty-cat. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the tone of his big black hammer slamming into her. She started to take a breather faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her cunt opened wider every meter he pushed into her.

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

He asked if she wanted him to arrest or keep open going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her rose hip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white organic structure. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her slit. They both came at the same time in undulation after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussycat was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw open 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 hold back 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 disencumber themselves. Their bodies were tricky 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 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 press his fingers into her kitty one terminal 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 pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a snarl tidy sum. Just like that, she was out of it and totally fulfill. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a prompt shower and then get dressed, babe. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off employment at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him place. ``

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

"hold a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the perdition do you know who my hubby is and how do you have a go at it he gets off oeuvre at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the society's driveway my staff went to exploit identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your spirit. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first prison term. A simple stoppage of the fomite registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the Police deputy in burster of the vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The distinction the hall porter had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drop into the nightspot and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to eff a pitch-dark 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 phonation told him that he owned her. She would fit in to any requirement he made of her.

"After you lavish and get dressed, meet me downstairs for a cup of coffee."

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much bother her curiosity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as sound 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 12 Edward White women who come to my gild every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big blacken cock. I am beginning to recollect it is every Andrew Dickson White womanhood's fantasy to have a big black dick shoved in every porta 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 headspring down, and she did n't defy adjoin 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 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 passing a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the tabular array and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for Sir Thomas More black peter ! Answer me right this minute !"

Abby kept her headland down. Her spunk raced and her breathing came in short-circuit rapid bursts. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm devoid and growled between clenched dentition,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to get along back here for Sir Thomas More black pecker ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed 15 hundred one dollar bill across the tabular array to her.

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

"That's your cut from last dark. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white snatch. I took five c clam for my cut. The sleep is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you call up I am some sort of usual cocotte ?"

'' Honey…there is cipher common about you. You are ‘ form A'piece of flannel slit, and robust calamitous men are volition to pay a thousand dollar each just to sample your beautiful gabardine ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would drop an additional five hundred dollar mark just to eat your blond puss. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his caput yes.

"What would chance to this station if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

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

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

"You don't have to worry about that, my love. Our Black person Mayor is a frequent client and comes in here various times a hebdomad. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my permit. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to be intimate the mayor for free people occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my mulct white pussycat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The skillful damn cunt I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more sentence in the close 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 bag. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make blasted sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''