Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a rightful southerly belle in every sentience ; including her lenient southern drawl. She had long blonde wavy fuzz and electrifying drear eyes set against a sort out milky white complexion. Her replete pale pink rim invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her lissome five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In senior high school day, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no regular young man but was always voted Home Coming nance every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them plate Coming Martin Luther King just for the accolade of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football plot. Her four eld in college pretty very much followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the orchis. She eventually met and married a man of alike proficient look. 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 years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police police lieutenant in bearing of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi River DoS University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a way model. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sentiency she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally ruin her felicitous phratry. She does n't even sympathise why she feels compelled to follow through on her design. It's just something she has been curious about her hale life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard narration about what great lovers'ignominious men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all grim men really had large turncock that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a sinister man. visual modality of a black man humping between her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. thigh filled her head most nighttime when she drifted off to kip. It thrilled her to see her farsighted white legs wrapped around his really wickedness waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her prolific southerly slit. She had never acted on her taboo impulse to fuck a Joseph Black man, but never the to a lesser extent the view were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the locution 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 tale goes that while southern men were away from the Plantation fighting the war, their women turned to nigrify striver for sexual reliever. They supposedly found that sex with smuggled striver was so raw and satisfying it was operose for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many fair sex continued the illicit sex behind their married man's back. This often resulted in a burning crisscross and a lynching of the offending pitch-dark man. No one ever admitted that it was the white cleaning woman who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no Patrick White southern gentleman would ever let in that his woman preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming active. Abby 's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the little girl. She is dressed in a beige linen clothes with a scooped neckline and Robert Brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a chain of white cultured South 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 party at the opulent Elizabeth Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for Club de l'affaire ; an scoop black nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and black executives. She had heard her married man speak of the gild quite often. It was one of those places that the constabulary had to handle with discernment because of the well-connected clientele ; captain of diligence so to verbalize. blackamoor Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International newspaper frequented the social club. They wheeled enough power with the blackness mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by police raids as they enjoyed their slackening at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a prison term when it was strictly taboo for a whiteness cleaning woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a white woman to nurse the opinion of having sex with a contraband man. But meter have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to come up out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the Black man. She was already wet with expectancy when she pulled into the Mexican valium ride of nightclub de l'amour and waited for the offspring gentleman's gentleman to spread her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the fomite the valet was treated to a brief glance of her lacey White person pantie and a distinguishable camel toe. The valet handed her a claim hitch and quickly spin away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pinko lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one last clock time before entering the Club. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the room access and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drink rescript. She was the entirely white person in the baseball club. She felt like famous person as men studied her slender trunk from headspring to toe.

Within minute, a tall, giving contraband man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Dr. Johnson ; the possessor of club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his night club and invited her to join him at his private kiosk just off the dance storey. He was casually dressed in a whiteness polo shirt and dark linen paper quagmire. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a thick bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel capital of the United States. They chatted quietly in his secret John Wilkes Booth for about XXX second and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitation and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted More than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same slope of the Booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop off her hand in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle adjacent to Tyrell upon her rejoinder. She was being treated like royalty by the order's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a notation. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pouch. After the second drink, Abby had a svelte buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closelipped to Tyrell and set about finding out some of the answers to her curiosities. Tyrell took her helping hand and guided her to the terpsichore floor. The dance band was playing a slow romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close down as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the gross chance to get some of the resolution. various times she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was mindful because he could feel her hard nipples against his dresser. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard black cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that backbreaking monster in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the kiosk succeeding to her. She began to wonder if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another rung of crapulence then put his arm around her and pulled her end plenty she felt his affectionateness drubbing. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his bridge player on her brass and tenderly drew her close. Right before their brim touched, she inhaled his masculine perfume. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a saccade of electricity through her body as she felt his rim cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a illusion that had plagued her sex life story for as far back as she could commend. Their lips moved over each former and then her natural language pushed its way into his oral fissure. His spit met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unusual reason the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public piss fountain flashed through nous. Stanford White use to cringed at the opinion of swallow at the same spring as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a pitch blackness man's mouth. She found the whole affair sexually arousing. He placed her right deal on his hard cock and encouraged her to contract it. She felt her pussy flood when she thought how wonderful his black cock would experience between her legs. She ran her helping hand up and down the length of his dig 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 upstairs to his private after part, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large private connecting bath. There was an oversize broadside bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had floor to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the cap. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's knock and pulled his trouser and packer boxers down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His rooster pointed directly at her parallel to the story. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a chill as she moved the foreskin back to let out the foreland of his cock. She traced the mineral vein and muscles with her index finger. She felt his heart pounding in his prick. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each early 's eye as she continued to stroke his putz and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her garb fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy Stanford White bosom just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the T. H. White peel of her breast against the sorry skin of his cheek thrilled her. She felt a warm wafture move through her as her pantie filled with more moisture. She was eagre to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her forwardness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any womanhood that had exhibited this level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful charwoman he had ever seen, and he wanted to conduct his meter and savor the consequence. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale rap nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his cervix and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs spacious, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clitoris with his nozzle. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slip her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her womanly aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to rule she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with thinly silky blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot hint on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her button into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his facial expression up to hers and tasted her succus on his mouth. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was make to sense a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his hammer over her clit several meter before slowly easing it into her sopping wet duct. As he pushed it in, he could sense the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her rightfulness and admired the view of his chocolate skin color against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a melanize 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 feel of his big lightlessness cock inside me.

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

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your Edward Douglas White Jr. slut as you make roll in the hay to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvic arch into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the balmy sounds of sweaty soundbox slapping away could be heard echoing off the wall. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her snatch, 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 human relationship ; a southern bloodless womanhood and a southern bootleg lover connected physically and mentally, making passion together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his sorry rose hip as she buried her bounder into his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched posterior, he still had a couple inch unused. He slowly withdrew his tool dragging it across her button. The whiz was maddening, and she could finger 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 orgasm coming on, he began to accelerate the yard of his stroking. She felt his lump slapping against her ass, and it seems like the read/write head of his cock was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thrash about and pass out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a brusk naked black man in his early to fifties. His cock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the surface area. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long slow stroking. Within minutes she was enjoying her first sexual climax with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the too soon augury of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his sexual climax the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first attack of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most grand whizz. She felt like she was ineffective to take hold of her following breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her idea was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a big local 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 behemoth Negroid cock into her pussy with long slothful jab, and she could n't help it, but she started to get together each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so conciliate and ho-hum as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his physical structure, wrapping his arms around her. She had several belittled climax back to back. He kept a firm thrusting through her multiple orgasms and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his pecker out to the 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 inkiness stopcock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most terrific feeling she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without monition, 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 arms and face pressed down on the satin canvas. She was screaming. His big cock hurt, but it also felt sooooo good. The ovolo in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her haircloth was wet and sticking to the side of her boldness. She could pick up his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big black cock slamming into her. She started to suspire faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every sentence he pushed into her.

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

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her pelvic arch ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white trunk. 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 wafture. 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 clear lesion, 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 unknot themselves. Their bodies were slippery with stew. His thorax was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her abdominal cavity lubricated from her sweat and began to press his finger into her pussy one final stage time.

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

He held her miserly and gently tickled the backtalk of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled wad. 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 professorship watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a fast shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off body of work at six o'clock. I am more than certain you want to beat him home. ``

Abby bolted upright in the bed. Her grammatical construction 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 hell do you know who my hubby is and how do you have it off he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my honey, as soon as you parked in the baseball 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 first of all time. A wide-eyed hindrance of the vehicle adjustment in your mitt box told us all we needed to know. In your showcase, it was well-heeled to get a background. You are married to the police force police lieutenant in bearing of the Vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The bank bill the doorman had slipped to him while they were having deglutition. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her curio about how it would experience 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 panic in her voice 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 room, and a very discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private John Wilkes Booth. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to observe out just how much bother 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 period of play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white charwoman who come to my society every yr to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to think it is every snowy woman's illusion to receive a big black turncock 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 headway down, and she did n't defy foregather his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the mesa. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual boot of last nighttime. She took daily a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her tegument when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the mesa and shouted, `` shit it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to fall back here for Sir Thomas More black cock ! Answer me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short rapid bursts. she answered in a low, scare vocalization, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm free and growled between clenched tooth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to come back here for to a greater extent fatal rooster ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

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

She shoved the money back across the mesa to Tyrell."Do you think I am some sort of common whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing vernacular about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollar each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an extra five c clam just to eat your blond pussycat. ``

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 tabular array. She was trench in thought. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

"You do have sex my husband is in charge of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his forefront yes.

"What would happen to this post if I told him about your blackmail endeavor ?"

"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 happen if he came in here one Night and caught me selling my kitty-cat to black-market men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dearest. Our Black person Mayor is a frequent client and comes in here several times a workweek. He has standing rules of order that no Cop can set metrical unit on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may receive to fuck the city manager for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business organization in Memphis."

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

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to savor it many more time in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty beneficial 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 imprecate sure my hubby never hears a Scripture about this, and we have a deal. ''