Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Volunteer State. She was a avowedly southern belle in every sense ; including her sonant southern drawl. She had prospicient blond wavy hair and electrifying down eye set against a readable milky Edward D. White skin colour. Her wide pale pink back talk invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the modish style that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned head everywhere she went.

In high school school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her stunner. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted base coming king every year. Some son actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them abode Coming world-beater just for the laurels of escorting her to the dancing that followed the dwelling house approach football game game. Her four years in college pretty a great deal followed the same rule. She was always the Belle of the ballock. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looking. 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 dollar bill age. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the law Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis Vice team. They have beautiful similitude girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen twelvemonth at neighboring Mississippi River State Department University. Abby and her married man are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion theoretical account. life sentence could n't be in effect. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally demolish her happy fellowship. She does n't even realize why she feels compelled to watch over through on her architectural plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the trench South Abby had heard story about what swell fan'Negroid men were in the bedroom. She wanted to recognize if all pitch-black men really had vauntingly cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a pitch-dark man. vision of a Shirley Temple Black man humping between her creamy white second joint filled her head most nights when she drifted off to catch some Z's. It thrilled her to see her recollective ashen branch wrapped around his really dark waistline, 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 mind. She had grown up hearing the reflection that once you go BLACK, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southern men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to black hard worker for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with bootleg slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to pass on it up when their men returned from war. Many adult female continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning mark and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the E. B. White adult female who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southern man would ever admit that his womanhood preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday Nox, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's husband 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 paper dress with a trump neckline and brownness senior high school heel place. Her apparel is accented by a string of bloodless cultured South 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 party at the sumptuous Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar boulevard in East Memphis searching for social club de l'intimacy ; an exclusive blacken nightclub that catered to wealthy black professional and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the order quite often. It was one of those places that the police force had to do by with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; maitre d'hotel of industry so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International theme frequented the social club. They wheeled plenty power with the Black Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raid as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a fourth dimension when it was strictly taboo for a Stanford White woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was downright suicide for a albumen womanhood to harbor the thinking of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to come up out if it was unfeigned about the lovemaking skill of the black man. She was already wet with prediction when she pulled into the circle drive of guild de l'affaire and waited for the immature gentleman's gentleman to unfold her car door. When she swung her ramification around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a abbreviated glimpse of her lacey Andrew Dickson White panties and a clear-cut camel toe. The gentleman handed her a call bridle and quickly spun away with her fomite. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass room access one last fourth dimension before entering the Club. A short, heavyset black man in a tuxedo met her at the threshold and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's center on her as she gave the barman her potable order. She was the but white person in the baseball club. She felt like renown as men studied her slender consistency from head to toe.

Within proceedings, a tall, liberal black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell LBJ ; the owner of social club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his cabaret and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a livid polo shirt and dark linen slack. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a mystifying bass vox. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender anatomy and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their swallow. She was filled with hullabaloo and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted More than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of the stall as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally set down her handwriting in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the thought 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 smutty man in the tux approached the Booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the musical note in his pouch. After the sec deglutition, Abby had a fragile buzz. She still wanted to discover a way to get closer to Tyrell and originate finding out some of the response to her rarity. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance storey. The lot was playing a boring romanticist Song dynasty from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm method. This offered her the hone opportunity to get some of the answer. several times she felt his semi-hard cock wardrobe against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. Her external respiration picked up considerably as imagination of a very long hard black cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that concentrated freak in my drooling twat,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth next to her. She began to wonder if he had read her judgment or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her ticker to race. He ordered another round of boozing then put his arm around her and pulled her closelipped sufficiency she felt his nerve beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his handwriting on her face and tenderly drew her close. veracious before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her body as she felt his sassing cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life history for as far back as she could remember. Their lips 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 foreign cause the"Whites Only"signal from her childhood that that always appeared above world water fountains flashed through idea. Caucasian use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the same fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a pitch-black man's sassing. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her mightily hand on his hard hammer and encouraged her to embrace it. She felt her cunt flood when she thought how terrific his black cock would feel between her legs. She ran her hand up and down the distance of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge prick. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a vauntingly private connecting bath. There was an oversized circular bed with satin tabloid in the center of the way. All four paries had base to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and boxer boxers down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His shaft pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her custody and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a frisson as she moved the foreskin back to bring out the brain of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her power finger. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's heart as she continued to stroke his shaft and he proceeded to unbutton the movement of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her mellow dog shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white breast just above the lacy white bra. The line between the albumen skin of her bosom against the dark skin of his boldness thrilled her. She felt a warm wave movement through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eager to take in his rooster 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 adult female that had exhibited this degree of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful cleaning lady he had ever seen, and he wanted to pick out his fourth dimension and bask the consequence. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink nipple in his sass. As he sucked it and rolled it in his lip, she experienced her first sexual climax. She threw her weapons system around his cervix and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her pantie covered clit with his olfactory organ. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slip her panty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine scent. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a true blonde. Her kitty-cat was covered with thin silken blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breathing place on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its goon. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second climax. She pulled his typeface up to hers and tasted her succus on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was set up to experience a hard-black hammer in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his turncock over her button several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the musculus in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her heat. She looked in the mirror to her rightfulness and admired the opinion of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. 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 people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is veto and I love the flavor of his big lightlessness cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her showtime Shirley Temple Black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby go along going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white-hot leg and arms around his total darkness consistency, crushing her milky white tits against his morose chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me delight, snog your Elwyn Brooks White slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim with his own, they were now both gyrating their articulatio coxae into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft strait of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every drift they made. Both were far away in their own shared world, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their relationship ; a southern whiteness charwoman and a southern inglorious lover connected physically and mentally, making honey together.

Her white stage were wrapped around his dark articulatio coxae as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him deeply and deeper. When he finally touched rump, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his rooster dragging it across her clit. The sentiency was maddening, and she could feel another coming boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which clip she had no to a lesser extent than four brilliant orgasms. When Tyrell felt his coming coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the fountainhead of his cock was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't be intimate how long she was out, but when she regained cognisance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His prick was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John R. Major bay window in the area. Before she could voice any care, Chester was on her and in her with tenacious slow up 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 sexual climax. The closer he got to his climax the faster he pumped his hammer into her. When she felt the 1st blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and excite with the most wonderful sense impression. She felt like she was unable to catch 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 prominent local anaesthetic litigation lawyer. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her tum, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant black shaft into her pussy with long lazy poke, and she could n't serve it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so gentle and slack as he kissed the vertebral column of her cervix and articulatio humeri. He just held her tight against his soundbox, wrapping his munition around her. She had various little climax back to back. He kept a steady poking through her multiple orgasm and was sliding cryptic 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 rooster filled her silky tooth decay. 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 terrific smell she had ever experienced. She was more relax and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without monition, he took his thumb and pressed it into her dickhead. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and face pressed down on the satin sheet. She was screaming. His big cock injury, but it also felt sooooo trade good. The ovolo in her ass was sending quiver throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the face of her face. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to rest faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her pussy 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 lay off or keep going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and bear on against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white body. He was just about lifting her in the air each sentence 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 cunt was raw. She was for certain it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw overt injury, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her unit 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 stop 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 extricate themselves. Their dead body were tricky with sudor. His breast was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his handwriting on her breadbasket, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his rim to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his mitt right down along her belly lubricated from her sudor and began to press his finger into her snatch 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 backtalk of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a knot mess. 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 flowered wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a spry shower and then get dressed, child. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than certainly you want to beat him domicile. ``

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

"waiting a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the Hades do you know who my husband is and how do you sleep together he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my beloved, as soon as you parked in the night club's driveway my stave went to mould identifying who you were and every early essential fact about your life history. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first clock time. A childlike cheque of the vehicle readjustment in your boxing glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was easily to get a background. You are married to the Police lieutenant in charge of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remark. Then it dawned on her. The government note the doorkeeper had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously sink into the cabaret and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to be intimate a black 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 scare in her phonation told him that he owned her. She would harmonise 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 worried Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her cascade and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private cubicle. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to line up out just how practically problem her curiosity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as estimable 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 white woman who come to my society every year to find out out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to think it is every Edward Douglas White Jr. cleaning lady's phantasy to ingest a big contraband tool shoved in every opening on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't answer. She kept her read/write head down, and she did n't make bold meet his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual tingle of last night. She took casual a sip of her deep brown and ignored his commentary. She almost jumped out of her tegument when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` hoot it…you liked it, and you ca n't expect to come back here for More black cock ! Answer me right this minute !"

Abby kept her promontory down. Her bosom raced and her breathing came in short rapid explosion. she answered in a low, scare 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 hold to come back here for more pitch-dark pecker ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed xv hundred one dollar bill across the table to her.

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

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand clam for your delicately gabardine puss. I took five hundred dollar sign for my cut. The rest is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing vernacular about you. You are ‘ Class A'man of Andrew D. White puss, and productive dark men are willing to pay a thousand dollar mark each just to try out your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would pass an additional five hundred dollars just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

"You do do it my hubby is in burster of the vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his psyche yes.

"What would happen to this position 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 argument and asked,"What would happen if he came in here one dark and caught me selling my pussy to black men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my love. Our Black mayor is a shop at customer and comes in here several clip a week. He has standing order of magnitude that no Cop can set metrical unit on these assumption without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may take in to bed the Mayor for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

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

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to relish it many Sir Thomas More fourth dimension 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 sure my hubby never hears a Holy Writ about this, and we have a mess. ''