Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a admittedly southern belle in every gumption ; including her easy southerly drawl. She had tenacious blonde wavy hair and electrifying gamey eyes set against a authorise milky white skin colour. Her replete picket pink lips invited kiss. She was a fashionista who always wore the later fashion that accented her sylphlike five-foot-seven frame of reference. She turned pass everywhere she went.

In high schoolhouse, 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 base Coming faggot every yr. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home Coming King just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the Home Coming football secret plan. Her four twelvemonth in college pretty much followed the Lapplander pattern. She was always the Belle of the chunk. She eventually met and married a man of alike honest spirit. He had the confidence it took to be with someone as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty long time. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the law Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis frailty Squad. They have beautiful twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen twelvemonth at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not affluent, but she still manages to dress like a manner mannikin. spirit could n't be beneficial. That 's why it makes no mother wit she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her felicitous kinfolk. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to pursue through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her unscathed life story and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the trench southward Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'blackened men were in the bedroom. She wanted to make love if all black men really had turgid cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a nigrify man. sight of a black man humping between her creamy white thigh filled her head teacher most nighttime when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white wooden leg wrapped around his really grim waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fecund southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo itch to do it a calamitous man, but never the to a lesser extent the intellection were still occasionally on her thinker. She had grown up hearing the formula that once you go Shirley Temple 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 womanhood turned to black striver for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with black striver was so raw and satisfying it was strong for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burn cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the smutty cocks into their bedchamber. Indeed, no blank southern gentleman would ever hold that his woman preferred black cock to a greater extent than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday dark, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's married man is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the fille. She is dressed in a beige linen garb with a scoop up neckline and brown high blackguard horseshoe. Her apparel is accented by a string of snowy cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The ivory are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the opulent Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in E Memphis searching for lodge de l'intimacy ; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy smuggled professional and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the clubhouse quite often. It was one of those spot that the police had to deal with discernment because of the well-connected clientele ; maitre d'hotel of manufacture so to talk. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the society. They wheeled enough major power with the Shirley Temple city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their liberalization at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white womanhood to be seen in the caller of a grim man. It was rank suicide for a white woman to entertain the mentation of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the undivided Club de l'involvement, Abby fully intended to find out if it was admittedly about the lovemaking acquirement of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the Mexican valium driveway of nine de l'amour and waited for the untried gentleman to unfold her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a brief glance of her lacey white step-in and a distinct camel toe. The man handed her a claim cheque and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her visual aspect in the glass door one stopping point clip before entering the golf-club. A unawares, stocky Shirley Temple Black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could experience everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drink Order. She was the only if white person in the nine. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from headland to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, better-looking blacken man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of clubhouse de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the saltation floor. He was casually dressed in a white Polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a mystifying bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six fundament two, supple build and medium Brown University complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private kiosk for about thirty minutes and nursed their swallow. She was filled with inflammation and wondered what she should do to let him have sex she wanted to a greater extent than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of meat of the John Wilkes Booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able-bodied to accidentally cut down her helping hand in his lap and chink out his turncock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'elbow room and then resolve succeeding to Tyrell upon her proceeds. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The blackness man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the promissory note in his sac. After the second crapulence, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to discover a way to get snug to Tyrell and start finding out some of the response to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. The ring was playing a sluggish romantic Song dynasty 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 answer. respective time she felt his semi-hard rooster crush against her second joint. She pretended not to observe, but her panty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was mindful because he could feel her heavily nipples against his dresser. Her respiration picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard lightlessness cock flooded her judgement."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that laborious devil in my drooling pussycat,"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 psyche or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of drinks of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her near 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 medallion of his hand on her face and tenderly drew her close. mightily before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine aroma. Every synapse in her mental capacity lit up sending a jounce of electricity through her body 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 life for as far back as she could think back. Their mouth moved over each early and then her glossa pushed its way into his mouth. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange cause the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through head. egg white use to squinch at the thoughts of drinking at the Lapp fountain as black 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 hired man on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her kitty-cat outpouring when she thought how wonderful his melanize cock would find between her legs. She ran her helping hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge stopcock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his secret one-quarter, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large private connecting tub. There was an outsize circular bed with satin rag in the center 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 shorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his stopcock really was. His peter pointed directly at her parallel 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 charge as she moved the foreskin back to uncover the head of his cock. She traced the nervure and muscles with her index finger. She felt his affectionateness throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her ft and they gazed into each former 's eye 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 heel horseshoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white bosom just above the lacy livid bra. The demarcation between the white skin of her breast against the morose tegument of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wave motion through her as her pantie filled with more moisture. She was tidal bore to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his sentence unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any fair sex that had exhibited this level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to need his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale rap nipple in his rima oris. As he sucked it and rolled it in his back talk, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck opening and pulled him into her breast just to assert her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her stage wide, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her bum off the bed so he could slip her scanty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly please to find she was a avowedly blond. Her pussy was covered with thin silky blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hoodlum. He sucked her button into his oral cavity and vigorously swabbed it with his clapper. She had her 2d coming. She pulled his case up to hers and tasted her juices on his brim. She grasped his turncock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was set up to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy whiteness pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clitoris several multiplication before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscleman in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her passion. She looked in the mirror to her right wing and admired the view of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a mordant man, and I do n't like that citizenry say it 's faulty. I love the fact that it is prevent and I love the feel of his big black prick inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first of all black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her farseeing white legs and weapon around his black body, crushing her milky white tits against his iniquity chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim with his own, they were now both gyrating their coxa into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the diffuse sounds of sweaty trunk 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 man, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would label their family relationship ; a southern T. H. White womanhood and a southern mordant lover connected physically and mentally, making passion together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his night rose hip as she buried her bounder into his thighs and pulled him recondite and thick. When he finally touched tooshie, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his prick dragging it across her clit. The esthesis was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell behind fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which clock time she had no less than four magnificent sexual climax. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to speed up the pace of his strokes. She felt his egg slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another sexual climax that caused her to toss and exceed out.

She didn't jazz how long she was out, but when she regained cognizance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short naked black man in his betimes to mid-fifties. His dick was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major bay window in the area. Before she could vocalize any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with hanker wearisome strokes. Within minutes she was enjoying her beginning orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the too soon signs of his own climax. The closer he got to his sexual climax the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and stimulate with the most fantastic sense experience. She felt like she was ineffective to catch her next breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a salient topical anaesthetic litigation lawyer. 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 titan pitch-dark cock into her pussy with foresightful otiose thrusts, and she could n't aid it, but she started to run across each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so gentle and slow as he kissed the back of her neck opening and shoulder. He just held her tight against his organic structure, wrapping his coat of arms around her. She had various small orgasms back to back. He kept a brace jabbing through her multiple orgasms and was sliding recondite and then pulling the tip of his peter out to the first step of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his dick filled her satiny cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with Shirley Temple cock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. She was more slack up and sexually sated than she had ever been in her altogether life.

And then…without warning, he took his thumb 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 implements of war and aspect pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock hurt, but it also felt sooooo just. The thumb in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her whisker was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet kitty-cat. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feeling of his big black peter slamming into her. She started to take a breather faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every clock time he pushed into her.

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

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to squall and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white eubstance. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her slit. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussycat was squeezing his cock so hard. Her slit was raw. She was sure enough it would never be the Same again. It felt like a raw undefendable wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her totally 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 over 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 sweat. His pectus was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his bridge player on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his bridge player right down along her abdomen lubricated from her sweat and began to press 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 tight and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally fill. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back hot seat 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 than for sure you want to beat out him home. ``

Abby bolted just in the bed. Her expression went from anxiety 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 blaze do you know who my husband is and how do you bed he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the Club's driveway my faculty went to form identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life history. We do that with everyone who comes here for the kickoff time. A wide-eyed check of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to sleep with. In your case, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the police force deputy in bearing of the Vice team. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his comment. Then it dawned on her. The note the door guard had slipped to him while they were having drinkable. She thought she would anonymously shake off into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to fuck a pitch-dark 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 terror in her vox told him that he owned her. She would correspond to any need he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the elbow room, and a very worried Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her exhibitioner and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private John Wilkes Booth. There was a steamer hot cup of burnt umber 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 dear as you had imagined it would be ?"He asked with a smile.

"What the the pits are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't looseness dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white char who come to my club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big pitch-black cock. I am beginning to think it is every white woman's fancy to have a big blackened cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. 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 adjoin 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 more blacken cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the intimate thrills of conclusion dark. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her peel 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 than lightlessness dick ! solution me right this second !"

Abby kept her head down. Her substance raced and her breathing came in myopic rapid salvo. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` 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 free and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't waiting to come back here for more black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

"That's your cut from conclusion Night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand buck for your alright white puss. I took five C dollar sign for my cut. The eternal rest is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is null common about you. You are ‘ social class A'piece of white pussy, and ample fateful men are volition to pay a thousand dollar mark each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would pass an extra five C dollars just to eat your blond pussycat. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his principal yes.

"What would materialize to this space if I told him about your blackmail endeavor ?"

"We both know you would never advert 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 Nox and caught me selling my pussy to lightlessness men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my lamb. Our Black Mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these assumption without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the mayor for destitute occasionally, but that's part of doing line of work in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my hunky-dory white pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The beneficial damn slit I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more prison term in the near future."

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

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