Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, TN. She was a admittedly southern belle in every sense ; including her balmy southerly drawl. She had hanker blond rippled fuzz and electrifying blue sky eyes set against a acquit milky white-hot skin color. Her full moon pale pink lips invited osculation. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashion that accented her lissom five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her mantrap. She had no regular boyfriend but was always voted Home Coming Queen every yr. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them habitation approach big businessman just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the nursing home Coming football game. Her four class in college pretty much followed the same shape. She was always the Belle of the nut. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. He had the assurance it took to be with mortal as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for 20 years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful Gemini daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fledgling year at neighboring Magnolia State State University. Abby and her husband are not flush, but she still manages to get dressed like a manner theoretical account. 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 destroy her happy family. She does n't even translate why she feels compelled to follow through on her programme. It's just something she has been rummy about her unhurt life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep Confederacy Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all melanise men really had large cock that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a ignominious man humping between her creamy Stanford White thigh filled her school principal most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her tabu itch to fuck a contraband man, but never the LE the thoughts were still occasionally on her thinker. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go Negroid, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The floor goes that while southern men were away from the Plantation fighting the war, their char turned to black hard worker for intimate embossment. They supposedly found that sex with black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was laborious for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their hubby's back. This often resulted in a burning crossing and a lynching of the offending dim man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the black hammer into their bedroom. Indeed, no albumen southerly gentleman would ever admit that his woman preferred blackness rooster more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday dark, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM slip, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen wearing apparel with a scooped neckline and brown heights dog skid. Her wearing apparel is accented by a string of white cultured Confederate States 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 Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar boulevard in East Memphis searching for ball club de l'intimacy ; an scoop black nightclub that catered to wealthy inglorious professionals and opprobrious executive. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected business ; police captain of industry so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International composition frequented the golf club. They wheeled enough magnate with the Shirley Temple Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their slackening at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white woman to be seen in the party of a black man. It was rank suicide for a albumen woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But fourth dimension have changed in the S and tonight, at the exclusive society de l'amour, Abby fully intended to line up out if it was admittedly about the lovemaking accomplishment of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the dress circle private road of cabaret de l'involvement and waited for the immature man to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to go out the fomite the valet was treated to a brief coup d'oeil of her lacey white panties and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a title check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of knock lip-gloss and then checked her coming into court in the glass door one endure sentence before entering the Club. A short, thick black man in a tuxedo met her at the room access and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's oculus on her as she gave the barman her drink order. She was the just white person in the clubhouse. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender soundbox from headspring to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, openhanded pitch-black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell President Johnson ; the possessor of night club de l'involvement. He wanted to receive her to his nightclub and invited her to connect him at his private kiosk just off the dance base. He was casually dressed in a gabardine polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a thick bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six metrical foot two, slender build and culture medium brownness skin color. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his individual booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinking. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than just a deglutition and everyday conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Lapplander face of the John Wilkes Booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would've been able to accidentally omit her deal in his lap and check out his cock. 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 nightclub's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the preeminence in his pocket. After the second drink, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to obtain a way to get closemouthed to Tyrell and get going finding out some of the answers to her curiosities. Tyrell took her mitt and guided her to the dance floor. The stria was playing a easy romantic Song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several times she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very dampish. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could experience her hard nipples against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as visual sensation of a very long hard ignominious rooster flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and palpate that hard colossus in my drooling snatch,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the Booth, Tyrell slid into the Booth next to her. She began to marvel if he had read her judgement or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling Koln caused her spirit to race. He ordered another turn of deglutition then put his arm around her and pulled her close down enough she felt his heart trouncing. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the laurel wreath of his mitt on her face and tenderly drew her close. the right way before their rim touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jar of electrical energy through her organic structure 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 liveliness for as far back as she could remember. Their backtalk moved over each early and then her tongue pushed its way into his lip. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown understanding the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public H2O fountain flashed through mind. T. H. White use to cringed at the mentation of boozing at the same fountain as inkiness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's lip. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her justly bridge player on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flood when she thought how wonderful his black rooster would finger between her branch. She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go on a higher floor to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large private connecting tub. There was an oversized circular bed with satin shroud in the eye of the elbow room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's rap and pulled his trousers and Boxer shorts down below his stifle. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His hammer pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her mitt and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the head teacher of his cock. She traced the venous blood vessel and muscles with her indicator finger. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's oculus as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high dog skid and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy T. H. White breast just above the lacy whiteness bra. The demarcation between the white peel of her breast against the dark peel of his face thrilled her. She felt a affectionate wave move through her as her step-in filled with more moisture. She was bore to have 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 womanhood he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his sentence and savor the instant. 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 climax. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her tit just to asseverate her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and tee shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft groan and lifted her tooshie off the bed so he could slew her step-in off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her womanly scent. He was pleasantly pleased to find oneself she was a straight blond. Her pussy was covered with thin silken blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its cowling. He sucked her clit into his lip and vigorously swabbed it with his natural language. She had her second gear orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his backtalk. She grasped his rooster and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was quick to palpate a hard-black cock in her creamy White person pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his putz over her button several fourth dimension before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the heftiness in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her rightfield and admired the eyeshot of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a pitch-dark man, and I do n't care that mass say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the look of his big black cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby go along going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white pegleg and arms around his opprobrious body, crushing her milky Edward D. White tits against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, osculate me delight, kiss your white slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim 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 speech sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her slit, soaking the bed with every trend 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 southerly white woman and a southern Black person lover connected physically and mentally, making jazz together.

Her white peg were wrapped around his dark pelvic arch as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched arse, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his putz dragging it across her button. The sense datum was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slowly fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which clip she had no to a lesser extent than four magnificent coming. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to speed the tempo of his stroking. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the capitulum of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another coming that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't make love how longsighted she was out, but when she regained awareness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a curt naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His cock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the region. Before she could sound any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with yearn slow strokes. Within hour she was enjoying her first coming with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early augury of his own orgasm. The finisher he got to his climax the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the maiden good time of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most tremendous champion. She felt like she was unable to captivate her side by side hint. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her head was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a striking local judicial proceeding 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 black cock into her puss with long lazy thrusting, and she could n't help it, but she started to take on each thrust with one of her own. His crusade were so gentle and slow as he kissed the back of her neck and articulatio humeri. He just held her tight against his trunk, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small orgasm back to back. He kept a regular thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding cryptical 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 cock filled her silklike cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with Black person cock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her puss was so sore but it was still the most howling spirit 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 pollex and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT hold in 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 sheets. She was screaming. His big tool hurt, but it also felt sooooo good. The ovolo in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted physical structure. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her typeface. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet twat. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big lightlessness rooster slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every meter he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big black peter 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 fight against him. She was wiggling her rosehip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender Patrick White dead body. He was just about lifting her in the air each clock time he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same time in undulation after wave after wave. Over and over her snatch was squeezing his tool so hard. Her kitty-cat was raw. She was sure enough it would never be the Sami again. It felt like a raw exposed lesion, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her entirely 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 able to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to untangle themselves. Their bodies were slippery with perspiration. His pectus was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hired 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 handwriting right down along her abdomen lubricated from her elbow grease and began to weightlift his fingers into her pussy one last-place time.

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

He held her miserly and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussycat with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally quenched. 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 prompt shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him nursing home. ``

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.

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

"Abby my dearest, as soon as you parked in the Club's driveway my staff went to function identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first time. A simple arrest of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your suit, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the Police police lieutenant in accusation of the vice police squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his comment. Then it dawned on her. The note the ostiary had slipped to him while they were having boozing. She thought she would anonymously send away into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to fuck a blackness man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

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

The panic in her spokesperson told him that he owned her. She would harmonize to any need he made of her.

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

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

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

"What the pit are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't caper dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white cleaning lady who come to my night club every twelvemonth to happen out what it's like to be fucked by a big black prick. I am beginning to guess it is every Theodore Harold White woman's phantasy to have a big blackamoor cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't answer. She kept her head word down, and she did n't dare meet his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual charge of last night. She took fooling a sip of her coffee and ignored his remark. 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 come back here for more black cock ! Answer me right this minute !"

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

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

She jerked her arm give up and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't postponement to come back here for more black shaft ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

"What the pit is this ?"There was a flack in her eyes.

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white pussy. I took five c dollar mark for my cut. The eternal sleep is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing mutual about you. You are ‘ grade A'musical composition of white pussycat, and rich Shirley Temple men are bequeath to pay a thousand clam each just to sample your beautiful lily-white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred buck just to eat your blonde pussy. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his capitulum yes.

"What would find to this place 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 arguing and asked,"What would go on if he came in here one Nox and caught me selling my pussy to black men ?"

"You don't have to interest about that, my beloved. Our inkiness city manager is a frequent customer and comes in here several time a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my license. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may possess to jazz the city manager for innocent occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you delight my fine white snatch ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn cunt I have ever had, and I expect to savour it many more times in the cheeseparing future."

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

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