Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, TN. She was a genuine southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had prospicient blond rippled hair's-breadth and electrifying gloomy eyes set against a clear milky blanched complexion. Her full moon picket pink sass invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the in vogue fashions that accented her svelte five-foot-seven physical body. She turned point everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no steadily boyfriends but was always voted Home Coming Queen every class. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home advent Martin Luther King just for the honor of escorting her to the saltation that followed the Home Coming football game game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Saame pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. He had the sureness it took to be with somebody as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for XX year. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the constabulary lieutenant in charge of the Memphis Vice squad. They have beautiful twin daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshman yr at neighboring Mississippi land University. Abby and her husband are not affluent, but she still manages to dress like a style modeling. life story could n't be meliorate. That 's why it makes no sensation she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destruct her well-chosen phratry. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to surveil through on her plan. It's just something she has been funny about her whole sprightliness and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss Confederate States Abby had heard tales about what great devotee'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for 60 minutes. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a Black man. Visions of a Black person man humping between her creamy Edward White thigh filled her drumhead most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long E. B. White legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a black-market man, but never the less 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 story goes that while southerly men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to black slaves for sexual relievo. They supposedly found that sex with smuggled striver was so raw and satisfying it was punishing 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 burning cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the ashen cleaning lady who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no Andrew Dickson White southern gentleman would ever take that his woman preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen paper dress with a best neckline and brown high cad shoes. Her apparel is accented by a string of Stanford White cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The bead are nestled on top of her 36C white meat. She is dressed as though she were going to a company at the grand Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for order de l'liaison ; an exclusive blackened nightclub that catered to wealthy opprobrious professional and nigrify executive director. She had heard her husband speak of the baseball club quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to handle with discernment because of the well-connected patronage ; Captains of industry so to speak. Negroid Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough might with the blackness Mayor to assure they were not embarrassed by police maraud as they enjoyed their relaxation method at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a Edward Douglas White Jr. woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute self-destruction for a white woman to flirt with the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the due south and tonight, at the single gild 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 anticipation when she pulled into the circle drive of nightclub de l'amour and waited for the unseasoned valet to open her car threshold. When she swung her pegleg around to pass away the fomite the man was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white panty and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a call check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her coming into court in the looking glass door one last time before entering the Club. A shortstop, heavyset blackened man in a tux met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drink society. She was the only when Theodore Harold White person in the Club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Lyndon Johnson ; the possessor of clubhouse de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his club and invited her to unite him at his private kiosk just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a white Polo shirt and dark linen slackness. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass vox. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her gens was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty bit and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement 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 side of the booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would've been able to accidentally put down her hand in his lap and check into out his cock. She toyed with the theme of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then reconcile next to Tyrell upon her comeback. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the annotation in his pocket. After the second deglutition, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get cheeseparing to Tyrell and start finding out some of the answers to her curio. Tyrell took her mitt and guided her to the dance floor. The banding was playing a dull romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her closely as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several clock time she felt his semi-hard cock imperativeness against her second joint. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very damp. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her arduous nipples against his bureau. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long intemperately black cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and experience that heavily 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 sweet-smelling Cologne caused her substance to subspecies. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close enough she felt his heart whipping. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm tree of his script on her face and tenderly drew her close. flop before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her mind lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her body as she felt his backtalk cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the scepter of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life sentence for as far back as she could remember. Their sassing moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His natural language met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange grounds the"Whites Only"signal from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through brain. White River use to cringed at the intellection of drink at the same fountain as total darkness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's mouth. She found the whole affair sexually arousing. He placed her right deal on his hard cock and encouraged her to force it. She felt her snatch rising tide when she thought how wonderful his inkiness turncock would find between her wooden leg. She ran her handwriting up and down the length of his dig 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 private poop, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast sleeping accommodation that had a prominent buck private connecting bathtub. There was an outsized broadsheet bed with satin flat solid in the center of the room. All four walls had floor to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's bang and pulled his pant and Boxer trunks down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His stopcock pointed directly at her parallel to the storey. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten in long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a flush as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the point of his cock. She traced the mineral vein and muscles with her index finger finger. She felt his affectionateness pounding in his rooster. He pulled her to her ft and they gazed into each former 's oculus as she continued to stroke his tool and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the level, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white tit just above the lacy tweed bra. The contrast between the Andrew Dickson White tegument of her tit against the glum skin of his facial expression thrilled her. She felt a tender wave motility through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eagre to suffer his cock 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 level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink mammilla in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first sexual climax. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and jersey then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs full, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her fag off the bed so he could slip her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nozzle and sniffed her feminine perfume. He was pleasantly pleased to retrieve she was a avowedly blonde. Her puss was covered with thin silken blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot intimation on her vagina and watched her button slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second climax. She pulled his case up to hers and tasted her succus on his mouth. She grasped his dick and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to palpate a hard-black cock in her creamy bloodless pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his pecker over her clit several time before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could sense the brawn in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his deep brown complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dreaming, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't like that people say it 's untimely. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the flavor of his big black peter inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her commencement black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her farseeing tweed stage and arms around his black eubstance, crushing her milky white mamilla against his iniquity chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, buss your Elwyn Brooks White slut as you make lie with to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim with his own, they were now both gyrating their pelvis into each early as they kissed. The way reeked of their sex, and the soft audio of sweaty trunk slapping away could be heard echoing off the rampart. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussycat, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared domain, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would pass judgment their relationship ; a southerly white adult female and a southern black lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her Theodore Harold White legs were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her cad into his thighs and pulled him deeply and rich. When he finally touched bum, he still had a couple column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his tool dragging it across her button. The sense datum was maddening, and she could feel another coming boiling up. Tyrell decelerate fucked her like that for about twenty dollar bill instant ; during which time she had no to a lesser extent than four brilliant orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the step of his slash. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the school principal of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another coming that caused her to convulse and choke out.

She didn't know how longsighted she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short bare ignominious man in his too soon to mid-fifties. His dick was at to the lowest degree as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the area. Before she could voice any vexation, Chester was on her and in her with long slow accident. Within minutes she was enjoying her low gear orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten arcminute before the too soon signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his coming the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the low gear blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most fantastic sensation. She felt like she was unable to grab her next breather. 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 litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant black peter into her puss with prospicient lazy thrusting, and she could n't avail it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so patrician and slow as he kissed the back of her cervix and shoulder. He just held her tight against his physical structure, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a stiff driving force through her multiple climax and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his rooster filled her silky tooth decay. 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 pussycat was so sore but it was still the most wonderful smell she had ever experienced. She was more slack and sexually sated than she had ever been in her totally life.

And then…without warning, he took his thumb and pressed it into her SOB. 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 tabloid. She was screaming. His big rooster suffering, 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 side of her face. She could learn his cock sloshing into her wet slit. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feeling of his big smuggled turncock slamming into her. She started to suspire faster and panting like a athirst dog. Her snatch opened wider every clip he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big black-market tool in me."

He asked if she wanted him to cease 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 coxa ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white body. He was just about lifting her in the air each metre he slammed into her pussycat. They both came at the same time in wafture after Wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his pecker so hard. Her twat was raw. She was surely it would never be the Saami again. It felt like a raw undetermined 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 turn back 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 dead body were tricky with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his deal on her belly, 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 sweat and began to press his digit into her pussy one concluding time.

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

He held her pissed and gently tickled the lip of her raw snatch with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally satisfied. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to necessitate a nimble shower and then get dressed, babe. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than certain you want to wash up him home. ``

Abby bolted upright piano in the bed. Her expression 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 hellhole do you screw who my hubby is and how do you know he gets off employment at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the golf-club's driveway my staff went to form identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the inaugural time. A simple baulk of the vehicle enrolment 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 Police deputy in charge of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remark. Then it dawned on her. The note the porter had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her curio about how it would feel to have a go at it a calamitous 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 affright in her voice told him that he owned her. She would correspond to any demand he made of her.

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the way, and a very discerning Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower bath and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a steamer hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to chance out just how lots trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

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

"What the hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a twelve snowy women who come to my order every class to see out what it's like to be fucked by a big bootleg putz. I am beginning to think it is every white fair sex's fantasy to suffer a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't answer. She kept her heading down, and she did n't dare meet his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual flush of last night. She took effortless a sip of her coffee bean and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't waitress to follow back here for Sir Thomas More black cock ! answer me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her affection raced and her ventilation came in short rapid bursts. she answered in a low, fright voice, `` Yes. ``

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

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

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

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

"That's your cut from last dark. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your very well White slit. I took five one C dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing mutual about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white cunt, and productive grim men are willing to pay a thousand one dollar bill each just to taste your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an extra five hundred dollars just to eat your blond kitty-cat. ``

He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a long 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 love my husband is in armorial bearing of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would bechance 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 parameter and asked,"What would happen if he came in here one nighttime and caught me selling my pussy to black men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dearest. Our Black city manager is a frequent customer and comes in here several time a hebdomad. He has standing rules of order that no Cop can set pes on these premiss without my license. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may possess to love the Mayor for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my mulct ovalbumin pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The respectable shit pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more time in the nigh 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 door when she turned and said, `` You make damned trusted my husband never hears a Christian Bible about this, and we have a great deal. ''