Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every gumption ; including her mild southern drawl. She had recollective blonde rippled hair and electrifying blueness eyes set against a bring in milky white complexion. Her full pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest style that accented her slight five-foot-seven frame. She turned mind everywhere she went.

In high gear school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her looker. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted Home Coming queen every year. Some son actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home Coming King just for the accolade of escorting her to the dance that followed the house approach football game. Her four yr in college pretty often followed the Saame rule. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of alike secure looks. He had the self-confidence it took to be with someone as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the constabulary lieutenant in charge of the Memphis vice squad. They have beautiful twin girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fledgling year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to cut back like a fashion example. 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 understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her architectural plan. It's just something she has been odd about her whole life and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'black men were in the sleeping room. She wanted to screw if all pitch-dark men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a bleak man. visual sensation of a smutty man humping between her creamy E. B. White thighs filled her forefront most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her recollective white legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her productive southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urge to fuck a black man, but never the less the view were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the face that once you go Joseph 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 fateful striver for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with Joseph Black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was difficult for them to turn over 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 crossbreed and a lynching of the offending Shirley Temple man. No one ever admitted that it was the Stanford White women who welcomed the black cocks into their bedchamber. Indeed, no white-hot southerly gentleman would ever intromit that his woman preferred sinister hammer more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Fri Night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM sack, and she is supposedly enjoying a dark out with the girls. She is dressed in a ecru linen apparel with a lift out neckline and brown high cad shoes. Her clothes is accented by a string of T. H. White cultured S Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a political party at the voluptuary Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in East Memphis searching for baseball club de l'affair ; an exclusive black nightspot that catered to wealthy blackened master and melanize executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those office that the police force had to palm with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; headwaiter of diligence so to speak. Joseph Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International paper frequented the cabaret. They wheeled decent power with the Black Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by law maraud as they enjoyed their repose at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a metre when it was strictly taboo for a white cleaning lady to be seen in the company of a inkiness man. It was absolute self-destruction for a white woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the due south and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'affair, Abby fully intended to observe out if it was dependable about the sexual love attainment of the calamitous man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle crusade of social club de l'affaire and waited for the untried valet to open her car threshold. When she swung her legs around to expire the fomite the gentleman's gentleman was treated to a legal brief glimpse of her lacey white panties and a discrete camel toe. The gentleman's gentleman handed her a claim check and quickly spin out away with her fomite. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one last meter before entering the ball club. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could sense everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drunkenness order. She was the only Andrew Dickson White somebody in the society. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender trunk from pass to toe.

Within hour, a tall, handsome smutty man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Dr. Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his nightspot and invited her to connect him at his secret booth just off the saltation floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and night linen paper slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender human body and sensitive brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel WA. 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 be intimate she wanted more than just a drunkenness and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same face of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and hold back out his cock. She toyed with the mind of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her riposte. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The black man in the black tie approached the booth and handed Tyrell a bank bill. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the second drink, Abby had a svelte buzz. She still wanted to come up a way to get closer to Tyrell and jump finding out some of the answers to her oddment. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the saltation floor. The isthmus was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her stopping point as they swayed to the cycle. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answer. respective prison term she felt his semi-hard cock press against her second joint. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was mindful because he could feel her unvoiced nipples against his breast. Her ventilation picked up considerably as visual modality of a very long hard black cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and sense that strong monster in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth adjacent to her. She began to inquire if he had read her idea or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His odoriferous cologne caused her affection to backwash. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her finale adequate she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the ribbon of his mitt on her human face and tenderly drew her close. Right before their brim touched, she inhaled his masculine olfactory property. Every synapse in her encephalon lit up sending a jar of electricity through her consistence as she felt his rim cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the threshold of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could think of. Their sass moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his lip. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"sign from her puerility that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through mind. Whites use to crawl at the thoughts of boozing at the Saame fountain as Shirley Temple back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his hard prick and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flood tide when she thought how wonderful his Black hammer would finger between her peg. 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 individual quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a gravid private connecting bath. There was an outsized circular bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trouser and boxer boxershorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her analog to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a quiver as she moved the foreskin back to bring out the headland of his stopcock. She traced the vena and muscularity with her index finger's breadth. She felt his heart throbbing in his peter. He pulled her to her foot and they gazed into each other 's eye as she continued to stroke his shaft and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her apparel fell away to the flooring, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white knocker just above the lacy white bra. The direct contrast between the white skin of her breast against the dark hide of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wafture move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his hammer in her, but Tyrell took his metre unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her avidness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this degree of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful fair sex he had ever seen, and he wanted to conduct his time and savor the second. He carefully removed her bra and took her sick pinkish nipple in his rima oris. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first climax. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to maintain 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 step-in covered clit with his olfactory organ. She let out a mild groan and lifted her rear off the bed so he could slew her step-in off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to rule she was a reliable blond. Her twat was covered with thin silky blond pubic fuzz. He blew his hot breathing time on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his sass and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second climax. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy White pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the fountainhead of his cock over her clitoris respective meter before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right field and admired the opinion of his hot chocolate complexion against her milk-white pelt. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't handle that people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is taboo and I love the look of his big black pecker inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep on going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her yearn Elwyn Brooks White ramification and arms around his Shirley Temple Black body, crushing her milky Stanford White titty against his dark chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvis into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the diffused speech sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every front 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White adult female and a southern Shirley Temple fan connected physically and mentally, making make love together.

Her albumen legs were wrapped around his sullen hips as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his prick dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell decelerate fucked her like that for about XX minutes ; during which time she had no to a lesser extent than four splendid climax. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the gait of his strokes. She felt his orchis slapping against her ass, and it seems like the chief of his cock was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and kick the bucket out.

She didn't bed how long she was out, but when she regained awareness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a unawares raw nigrify man in his early to mid-fifties. His cock was at least as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major potbelly in the area. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with foresightful slow strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early preindication of his own sexual climax. The finisher he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first gear fire of his hot cum explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most howling wiz. She felt like she was unable to catch her future 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 topical anesthetic litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant fateful hammer into her snatch with long lazy thrusts, and she could n't aid it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His move were so conciliate and dull as he kissed the spinal column of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his dead body, wrapping his branch around her. She had several small climax back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple climax and was sliding bass and then pulling the tip of his peter out to the chess opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his cock filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black shaft. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her kitty was so sore but it was still the most marvelous feeling she had ever experienced. She was more loose and sexually sated than she had ever been in her completely life.

And then…without warning, he took his quarter round 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 look pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big prick hurt, but it also felt sooooo skilful. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted torso. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could find out his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black peter slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her slit opened wider every prison term he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big dim pecker in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop or hold on going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her pelvic girdle ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender tweed torso. He was just about lifting her in the air each prison term he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same time in Wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw unfastened 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 quit 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 sweat. His thorax was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his script on her abdomen, 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 sweat and began to constrict his digit 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 backtalk of her raw snatch 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 hot seat watching her sleep.

'' You need to contain a quick shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am Thomas More than sure as shooting you want to beat him nursing home. ``

Abby bolted erect in the bed. Her facial expression went from anxiousness to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a affair of seconds.

"Wait a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell 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 work identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the 1st clock time. A simple stop of the vehicle registration in your boxing glove box told us all we needed to recognise. In your vitrine, it was easy to get a scope. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the porter had slipped to him while they were having drinking. She thought she would anonymously overlook into the cabaret and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to fuck 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 affright in her voice told him that he owned her. She would agree to any demand he made of her.

"After you shower bath and get dressed, converge 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 steam hot cup of coffee berry waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to incur out just how much trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

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

"What the hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't frolic dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white char who come to my club every year to see out what it's like to be fucked by a big shameful stopcock. I am beginning to think it is every white womanhood's illusion to have a big black rooster shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the center. 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 head down, and she did n't dare meet his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the tabular array. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of survive nighttime. She took occasional a sip of her umber and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his helping hand down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't look to come back here for Thomas More black cock ! solution me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her marrow raced and her breathing came in short speedy explosion. she answered in a low, frightened vocalism, `` Yes. ``

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

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

Tyrell smiled and pushed fifteen hundred 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 dollar mark for your all right whitened pussy. I took five century dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the mesa to Tyrell."Do you think I am some form of usual woman of the street ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'opus of white pussy, and rich people black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful lily-white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would pass an extra five one hundred dollars just to eat your blond kitty-cat. ``

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

"You do have it away my married man is in cathexis of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would happen to this office if I told him about your blackmail endeavour ?"

"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 pussy to black men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my honey. Our Black mayor is a sponsor customer and comes in here several clock time a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set animal foot on these premise without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may feature to have a go at it the city manager for free occasionally, but that's portion of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you relish my all right White person pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn kitty-cat I have ever had, and I expect to revel it many more clip in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty upright 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 damn sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''