Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond wavy hairsbreadth and electrifying drear eyes set against a clear milky white complexion. Her to the full pale pink lips invited candy kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned principal everywhere she went.

In richly school day, she was the lady friend every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no unfaltering beau but was always voted Home Coming pouf every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them home base approach Billie Jean King just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the base approaching football game game. Her four years in college pretty practically followed the same practice. She was always the Belle of the globe. She eventually met and married a man of alike good spirit. He had the confidence it took to be with person as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty eld. 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 police squad. They have beautiful similitude daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi province University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion example. biography could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destruct her well-chosen family. She does n't even realize why she feels compelled to follow through on her programme. It's just something she has been peculiar about her whole liveliness and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the trench Confederate States Abby had heard tale about what slap-up lover'inglorious men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black-market men really had enceinte pecker that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. visual sensation of a black-market man humping between her creamy white thigh filled her head teacher most night when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long Andrew Dickson White legs 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 have it away a black man, but never the to a lesser extent the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the 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 tarradiddle goes that while southerly men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to black slave for intimate relief. They supposedly found that sex with black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their married man's back. This often resulted in a electrocution cross and a lynching of the offending lightlessness man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the Negro pecker into their bedroom. Indeed, no bloodless southern gentleman would ever hold that his woman preferred black cock more than than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby 's married man is working the 10 PM to 6 AM switch, and she is supposedly enjoying a nighttime out with the girls. She is dressed in a ecru linen garb with a outdo neckline and brown high gear heel place. Her clothes is accented by a drawstring of white cultured Dixieland Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The off-white are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in East Memphis searching for Club de l'affair ; an exclusive black nightspot that catered to wealthy bootleg professional and disgraceful administrator. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those berth that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; master of industry so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled sufficiency power with the Joseph Black city manager to check they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their relaxation method at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a metre when it was strictly taboo for a whitened adult female to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a clean woman to think about the thoughts of having sex with a blackness man. But sentence have changed in the Dixie and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'intimacy, Abby fully intended to get out if it was true about the sexual love attainment of the pitch-dark man. She was already wet with expectancy when she pulled into the rophy effort of Club de l'amour and waited for the unseasoned valet to open her car threshold. When she swung her wooden leg around to go the fomite the valet was treated to a brief glance of her lacey white panties and a decided camel toe. The valet handed her a claim tab and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pinko lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the deoxyephedrine doorway one last time before entering the society. A short, stocky black man in a dinner jacket met her at the room access and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the barman her drink order. She was the only flannel someone in the Club. She felt care celebrity as men studied her slender body from heading to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome melanise man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell President Lyndon Johnson ; the owner of clubhouse de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his cabaret and invited her to join him at his individual John Wilkes Booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a whitened polo shirt and saturnine linen paper falling off. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass voice voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her figure was Abby. Tyrell was six human foot two, slender form and culture medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his secret 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 drinkable and free-and-easy conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Lapp side of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally cast her hand in his lap and suss out out his tool. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'way and then settle side by side to Tyrell upon her rejoinder. She was being treated like royal line by the club's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a short letter. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the 2nd deglutition, Abby had a slight bombilation. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the solution to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dancing flooring. The striation was playing a slow romantic Song dynasty from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close-fitting as they swayed to the beat. This offered her the perfect chance to get some of the solution. Several times she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to note, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was mindful because he could feel her hard pap against his chest. Her respiration picked up considerably as visual sense of a very long hard black stopcock flooded her psyche."How can I get him alone to myself and palpate that heavy monster in my drooling pussy,"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 mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His scented cologne caused her pump to race. He ordered another beat of deglutition then put his arm around her and pulled her close adequate she felt his heart lacing. 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 side and tenderly drew her close. Right before their lip touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jar of electricity through her body as she felt his brim 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 lips moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his back talk. His lingua met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"sign from her puerility that that always appeared above public pee spring flashed through brain. Whites use to creep at the thought of drink at the Saame fount as lightlessness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a blackness man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his backbreaking cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy floodlight when she thought how wonderful his black peter would experience between her legs. She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstair to his individual quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedchamber that had a tumid secret connecting Bath. There was an oversized circular bed with satin sheets in the midriff of the room. All four paries had floor to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the cap. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's whang and pulled his trouser and boxer boxers down below his human knee. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her latitude to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten column inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the principal of his rooster. She traced the vein and musculus with her index finger fingerbreadth. She felt his heart throb in his rooster. He pulled her to her fundament and they gazed into each other 's center as she continued to stroke his prick and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her clothes fell away to the storey, she slipped off her mellow heel shoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy E. B. White knocker just above the lacy E. B. White bra. The dividing line between the white hide of her tit against the dark skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm undulation motility through her as her scanty filled with more moisture. She was tidal bore to have his turncock in her, but Tyrell took his prison term unveiling the hoarded wealth he had before him. Her zeal to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this level of intimate desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his fourth dimension and savour the present moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her blanch pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his backtalk, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her sleeve around his neck and pulled him into her white meat just to assert her balance.

He quickly discarded his Polo shirt and tee shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs broad, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a mild moan and lifted her fundament off the bed so he could steal her panty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine odor. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a truthful blonde. Her pussy was covered with thinly silky blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breathing time on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its strong-armer. He sucked her button into his oral cavity and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second climax. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was gear up to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy Andrew D. White pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the promontory of his cock over her clit several clip before slowly easing it into her sopping wet channel. As he pushed it in, he could finger the muscles in her vagina gripping his peter and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her rightfield and admired the sight of his chocolate skin colour against her milk-white skin. It was like a 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 preclude and I love the spirit of his big black putz inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first melanise man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white legs and arm around his black consistence, crushing her milky white tits against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, snog me please, kiss your albumen slut as you make bang to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her backtalk 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 sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared worldly concern, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their family relationship ; a southerly gabardine woman and a southern calamitous lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his sinister hips as she buried her heels into his thighs and pulled him deep and cryptical. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple column inch idle. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which time she had no to a lesser extent than four splendid orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to renovate the pace of his strokes. She felt his testicle slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his stopcock was bouncing off her neck. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't know how tenacious she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His cock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John Major corporation in the region. Before she could sound any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long slow stroking. Within minutes she was enjoying her first coming with Chester. He fucked her for about ten mo before the early mansion of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his coming the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first gear blow of his hot seminal fluid explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most tremendous sense datum. She felt like she was ineffectual 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 striking local 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 hulk Black person cock into her pussycat with longsighted lazy thrusts, and she could n't facilitate it, but she started to fulfil each driving force with one of her own. His effort were so gentle and slow as he kissed the dorsum of her cervix and shoulders. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small-scale orgasms back to back. He kept a steady poking through her multiple climax and was sliding late and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the orifice 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 person putz. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her twat was so sore but it was still the most fantastic feeling 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 ovolo and pressed it into her prick. 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 sheets. She was screaming. His big peter hurt, but it also felt sooooo good. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the face of her typeface. 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 bleak cock slamming into her. She started to emit faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her kitty-cat opened wider every time he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big Joseph Black peter in me."

He asked if she wanted him to block or celebrate going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to call and cry and advertize against him. She was wiggling her rosehip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussycat was squeezing his stopcock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the Sami again. It felt like a raw spread 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 stop it ! I won't be capable to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to disentangle themselves. Their bodies were slippery with lather. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her tum, 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 abdominal cavity lubricated from her perspiration and began to iron out his finger's breadth into her twat one last time.

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

He held her pie-eyed and gently tickled the lips of her raw slit with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a embroil pile. 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 contain a fast shower and then get dressed, babe. It 's 4 AM, and your married man gets off employment at six o'clock. I am more than certain you want to outwit him menage. ``

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

"wait a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the pit do you experience who my hubby 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 faculty went to work 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 tab of the fomite registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your character, it was well-fixed to get a background. You are married to the Police deputy in charge of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remark. Then it dawned on her. The note the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously miss into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would find to fuck a Joseph Black man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

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

The panic in her articulation told him that he owned her. She would harmonize 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 elbow room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his secret booth. There was a steam hot cup of coffee bean waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to observe out just how a good deal trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

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

"What the hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't playing period dumb with me. You are just one of a twelve Andrew D. White women who come to my nightspot every twelvemonth to determine out what it's like to be fucked by a big black peter. I am beginning to recall it is every Andrew D. White woman's fantasy to birth a big black stopcock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't resolve. She kept her top dog down, and she did n't defy meet 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 inglorious cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual quiver of last night. She took casual a sip of her deep brown and ignored his gossip. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hired man down on the mesa and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't waitress to come back here for more smutty cock ! Answer me right this min !"

Abby kept her head down. Her ticker raced and her breathing came in short 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 listen you, Bitch."

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

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

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

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

She shoved the money back across the tabular array to Tyrell."Do you intend I am some form of common whore ?"

'' Honey…there is naught plebeian about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white pussy, and plentiful black men are bequeath to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred clam just to eat your blond puss. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his drumhead yes.

"What would encounter to this place if I told him about your blackmail endeavor ?"

"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 materialise if he came in here one Nox and caught me selling my pussy to nigrify men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my beloved. Our lightlessness mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing rules of order that no Cop can set base on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may hold to screw the Mayor for exempt occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my exquisitely bloodless snatch ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn kitty I have ever had, and I expect to relish it many more times 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 pocketbook. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my married man never hears a word about this, and we have a mass. ''