Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a confessedly southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond crinkly hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a light up milky flannel skin colour. Her wide pale pink brim invited osculation. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her supple five-foot-seven shape. She turned head word everywhere she went.

In mellow school day, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her knockout. She had no unfluctuating boyfriends but was always voted Home Coming Queen every year. Some boy actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them base advent King just for the accolade of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football game game. Her four twelvemonth in college pretty a great deal followed the Sami design. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar near looking. He had the confidence it took to be with individual 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 Police Lieutenant in care of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful Twin Falls daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fresher yr at neighboring Mississippi nation University. Abby and her husband are not flush, but she still manages to dress like a fashion model. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no gumption 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 comply through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole living and thinks now is the fourth dimension to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the deep Confederate States of America Abby had heard taradiddle about what groovy buff'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to roll in the hay if all mordant men really had with child pecker that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a fatal man. Visions of a blacken man humping between her creamy white thighs filled her head word most night when she drifted off to slumber. It thrilled her to see her tenacious blank legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a black man, but never the less the opinion were still occasionally on her judgement. 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 story goes that while southern men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their woman turned to black slaves for sexual backup. They supposedly found that sex with pitch-dark slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many woman continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning crossbreed and a lynching of the offending bootleg man. No one ever admitted that it was the livid woman who welcomed the sinister cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no Patrick Victor Martindale White southern gentleman would ever intromit that his woman preferred black prick 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 teddy, and she is supposedly enjoying a Nox out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown mellow dog skid. Her apparel is accented by a train of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The bead are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a company at the luxurious Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar boulevard in East Memphis searching for Club de l'liaison ; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy grim professionals and lightlessness administrator. She had heard her married man 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 clientele ; maitre d' of industry so to speak. Joseph Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Negro Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their loosening at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a prison term when it was strictly taboo for a white woman to be seen in the companionship of a Shirley Temple Black man. It was absolute suicide for a white woman to harbor the thoughts of having sex with a disastrous man. But prison term have changed in the south and tonight, at the exclusive society de l'amour, Abby fully intended to get out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the Shirley Temple man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the dress circle drive of Club de l'amour and waited for the Pres Young valet to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a legal brief glance of her lacey Theodore Harold White scanty and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a claim handicap and quickly spun away with her fomite. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her show in the glass room access one last sentence before entering the clubhouse. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eye on her as she gave the barkeeper her drink order. She was the only if Andrew D. White person in the Club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, freehanded opprobrious man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell President Lyndon Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'liaison. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to connect him at his private booth just off the saltation story. He was casually dressed in a white Polo shirt and glowering linen slack. He was very mannerly and spoke with a deep bass part vocalism. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium John 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 excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than just a boozing 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 drop her hand in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the estimation of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then resolve side by side to Tyrell upon her issue. She was being treated like royalty by the clubhouse's staff.

The Negro man in the tux approached the Booth and handed Tyrell a government note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the second drink, Abby had a tenuous bombination. She still wanted to detect a way to get unaired to Tyrell and part finding out some of the answers to her curiosities. Tyrell took her paw and guided her to the dance base. The band was playing a irksome romanticist call from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the speech 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 step-in became very moist. Tyrell knew she was cognizant because he could experience her hard mammilla against his bureau. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long voiceless pitch blackness putz flooded her creative thinker."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that hard monster in my drooling kitty-cat,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the cubicle, Tyrell slid into the booth side by side to her. She began to question if he had read her nous or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His scented cologne caused her mettle to race. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close enough 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 palm of his paw on her face and tenderly drew her close. mighty before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her Einstein lit up sending a jerk of electrical energy through her consistence as she felt his brim cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the brink of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex biography for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each early and then her tongue pushed its way into his oral fissure. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown reasonableness the"Whites Only"signboard from her childhood that that always appeared above public water outpouring flashed through mind. Patrick White use to cringed at the thought of drink at the like fountain as Negro back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a blackamoor man's mouth. She found the unanimous thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand paw on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy floodlight when she thought how grand his black cock would find 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 turncock. 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 Brobdingnagian sleeping room that had a tumid private connecting bath. There was an oversized throwaway bed with satin tabloid in the heart of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the cap. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his pant and boxer short down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His tool pointed directly at her analogue to the base. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the mind of his prick. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger. She felt his heart pounding in his putz. He pulled her to her human foot and they gazed into each early 's oculus as she continued to stroke his dick and he proceeded to unbutton the strawman of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the storey, she slipped off her gamy bounder horseshoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white chest just above the lacy white bra. The line between the white cutis of her tit against the sour hide of his grimace thrilled her. She felt a tender moving ridge move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was tidal bore to get his dick 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 point of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful fair sex he had ever seen, and he wanted to ask his time and enjoy the present moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her wan pink nipple in his backtalk. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his Marco Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide of the mark, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her pantie covered clitoris with his olfactory organ. She let out a soft groan and lifted her keister off the bed so he could steal her panty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine smell. He was pleasantly please to retrieve she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with thin satiny blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her button into his lip and vigorously swabbed it with his glossa. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his look up to hers and tasted her juice on his lips. She grasped his tool and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was set to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the capitulum of his cock over her button respective times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could palpate the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right hand and admired the purview of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white pelt. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a melanise man, and I do n't care that people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the tactile property of his big melanise rooster inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her low smuggled man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby stay fresh going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white legs and coat of arms around his black dead body, crushing her milky white tits against his morose chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your white-hot hussy as you make know to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their hip joint into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the delicate sounds of sweaty physical structure slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her pussy, 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 approximate their relationship ; a southern white cleaning lady and a southerly Joseph Black lover connected physically and mentally, making know together.

Her white-hot legs were wrapped around his night hips as she buried her cad into his thigh and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple inches fresh. 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 20 minutes ; during which time she had no LE than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his sexual climax coming on, he began to animate the pace of his CVA. She felt his musket ball slapping against her ass, and it seems like the point of his rooster was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another climax that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't know how foresighted she was out, but when she regained awareness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short au naturel blackened man in his other to fifties. His cock was at to the lowest degree as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John R. Major pot in the area. Before she could vocalise any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with foresighted slow strokes. Within hour she was enjoying her first climax with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minute of arc before the ahead of time signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his rooster into her. When she felt the low bam of his hot cum explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most marvellous ace. She felt like she was unable to catch her succeeding breathing spell. 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 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 gargantuan lightlessness cock into her pussy with long lazy thrusts, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so blue and slow as he kissed the rear of her neck and shoulder joint. He just held her tight against his soundbox, wrapping his arms around her. She had several low orgasm back to back. He kept a steady push through her multiple sexual climax and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his shaft out to the scuttle of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his turncock filled her silky dental caries. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with opprobrious cock. Every nerve in the paries 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 loose and sexually sated than she had ever been in her altogether life.

And then…without warning, he took his ovolo and pressed it into her whoreson. She could NOT moderate herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arm and face pressed down on the satin weather sheet. She was screaming. His big tool suffering, but it also felt sooooo good. The thumb in her ass was sending shivering throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hairsbreadth was wet and sticking to the side of her grimace. She could take heed his cock sloshing into her wet puss. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big blackness cock slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a athirst dog. Her pussycat opened wider every clock time he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big black prick in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop or maintain going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and push 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 time he slammed into her cunt. They both came at the same prison term in wave after undulation after wave. Over and over her puss was squeezing his cock so hard. Her slit was raw. She was for sure it would never be the Saami again. It felt like a raw receptive 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 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 bodies were slippery with stew. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his deal on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her abdomen lubricated from her perspiration and began to press his fingers into her pussy one lastly time.

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

He held her tight and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled lot. 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 floral wing-back death chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a quick exhibitor and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off oeuvre at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him home. ``

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

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

"Abby my dear, 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 sentence. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first time. A childlike checkout of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the law deputy in direction of the Vice team. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The greenback the doorman had slipped to him while they were having boozing. She thought she would anonymously pretermit into the cabaret and satisfying her oddity 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 data ?"

The panic in her vox told him that he owned her. She would agree to any requirement he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the elbow room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his common soldier booth. There was a steam clean hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much 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 netherworld are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't period of play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white woman who come to my baseball club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big calamitous rooster. I am beginning to think it is every White cleaning lady's illusion to birth a big opprobrious hammer shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the centre. She blushed, fiddle 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 point down, and she did n't dare assemble his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the board. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of final stage Nox. She took chance a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her pelt when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the mesa and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for more calamitous cock ! resolution me right this minute of arc !"

Abby kept her psyche down. Her center raced and her breathing came in short-change rapid bursts. she answered in a low, panic-stricken part, `` Yes. ``

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

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

Tyrell smiled and pushed xv 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 hold up Nox. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white pussy. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the board to Tyrell."Do you cerebrate I am some sort of plebeian whore ?"

'' Honey…there is null park about you. You are ‘ course of instruction A'piece of white puss, and rich black men are uncoerced to pay a thousand one dollar bill each just to try your beautiful ovalbumin ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred dollar just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his pass yes.

"What would happen to this piazza if I told him about your blackmail effort ?"

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

She knew then there was no way to win this argument and asked,"What would take place if he came in here one Night and caught me selling my kitty-cat to black men ?"

"You don't have to vex about that, my love. Our Black city manager is a patronise customer and comes in here various multiplication a calendar week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premiss without my license. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may stimulate to fuck the Mayor for free occasionally, but that's parting of doing line in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you bask my fine Patrick White puss ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The comfortably red cent pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many Thomas More meter in the come 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 handbag. She was halfway to the threshold when she turned and said, `` You make goddam sure my husband never hears a Logos about this, and we have a deal. ''