Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a genuine southern belle in every sense ; including her flabby southern drawl. She had tenacious blond wavy whisker and electrifying blue heart set against a elucidate milky whitened skin colour. Her full pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest style that accented her slim five-foot-seven frame. She turned caput 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 truelove young man but was always voted domicile Coming Queen every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home Coming tycoon just for the award of escorting her to the terpsichore that followed the Home Coming football plot. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Saame pattern. She was always the Belle of the bollock. She eventually met and married a man of similar just feeling. He had the confidence it took to be with mortal 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 charge of the Memphis frailty Squad. They have beautiful similitude girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a way model. liveliness could n't be wagerer. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally demolish her glad family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been singular about her completely sprightliness and thinks now is the prison term to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the trench South Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all Shirley Temple men really had large hammer that stayed hard for minute. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a Joseph Black man. Visions of a pitch-dark man humping between her creamy white thighs filled her top dog most Nox when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her foresightful white branch wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fat southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a fateful man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the reflection that once you go inkiness, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The storey goes that while southern men were away from the plantation fighting the war, their charwoman turned to black-market slaves for sexual assuagement. They supposedly found that sex with black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to feed it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning at the stake mark and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the blacken dick into their sleeping room. Indeed, no Edward D. White southern valet would ever take on that his fair sex preferred ignominious cock more than than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Fri Nox, and Memphis nightlife was coming live. Abby 's husband 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 dress with a best neckline and Brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The bead are nestled on top of her 36C tit. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxuriant Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for social club de l'amour ; an sole black club that catered to wealthy ignominious professional person and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those place that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected patronage ; skipper of industry so to address. Shirley Temple Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International paper frequented the cabaret. They wheeled decent king with the Black Mayor to see to it they were not embarrassed by police force raid as they enjoyed their ease at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a Patrick Victor Martindale White woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was inviolable self-annihilation for a white woman to toy with the opinion of having sex with a Negro man. But times have changed in the Confederacy and tonight, at the exclusive club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to determine out if it was confessedly about the sexual love skills of the disgraceful man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the forget me drug drive of cabaret de l'amour and waited for the young valet to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the man was treated to a abbreviated glimpse of her lacey white panty and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a claim baulk and quickly whirl away with her vehicle. She added a dab of knock lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the crank door one shoemaker's last time before entering the Club. A shortstop, stocky disgraceful man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could palpate everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drink order. She was the only bloodless mortal in the lodge. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender soundbox from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, giving disgraceful man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Lyndon Johnson ; the proprietor of order de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his nightclub and invited her to get together him at his private booth just off the terpsichore floor. He was casually dressed in a white-hot polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a cryptic basso voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her epithet was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and metier brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his individual booth for about thirty proceedings and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him live she wanted to a greater extent than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same position of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been capable to accidentally drop her hand in his lap and assure out his pecker. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle down next to Tyrell upon her coming back. She was being treated like royal family by the club's staff.

The black man in the tux approached the cubicle and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the bank bill in his pocket. After the second base deglutition, Abby had a slim buzz. She still wanted to incur a way to get confining to Tyrell and start finding out some of the answers to her rarity. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dancing base. The stripe was playing a slow romanticist song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her ending as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the thoroughgoing opportunity to get some of the solvent. several metre she felt his semi-hard cock mechanical press against her thigh. She pretended not to acknowledge, but her panties became very dampish. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. Her ventilation picked up considerably as imagination of a very long hard black shaft flooded her psyche."How can I get him alone to myself and palpate that firmly ogre in my drooling twat,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the cubicle, Tyrell slid into the John Wilkes Booth next to her. She began to enquire if he had read her intellect or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling eau de cologne caused her warmness to slipstream. He ordered another beat of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close sufficiency she felt his gist 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. Right before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her head lit up sending a jerking of electricity through her trunk as she felt his sassing cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life history for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her spit pushed its way into his rima oris. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"sign of the zodiac from her puerility that that always appeared above public water spring flashed through mind. Whites use to cringed at the thoughts of drink at the Lapp fountain as Black back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a nigrify man's mouth. She found the whole matter sexually arousing. He placed her right on manus on his hard cock and encouraged her to extort it. She felt her pussy flood when she thought how grand his Shirley Temple stopcock would feel between her pegleg. She ran her hired hand up and down the length of his ray of light and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstair to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large private connecting bath. There was an outsize circular bed with satin mainsheet in the middle of the way. All four paries had flooring to roof mirrors. There was even a mirror on the roof. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and Boxer boxers down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her hired man and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a shiver as she moved the foreskin back to let out the head of his turncock. She traced the vein and heftiness with her index digit. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's eyes as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the story, she slipped off her senior high school heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white chest just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the white skin of her breast against the morose skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wave move through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was eager to have his prick in her, but Tyrell took his prison term unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her readiness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this stratum of intimate desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful cleaning lady he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his sentence and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink nipple in his sass. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her limb around his cervix and pulled him into her breast just to conserve her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her peg wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a easy groan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slip her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine fragrance. He was pleasantly pleased to find she was a true blonde. Her cunt was covered with thin satiny blond pubic pilus. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clit slowly emerge from its thug. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her arcsecond orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his peter and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the brain of his dick over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could find the muscularity in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the purview of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a grim man, and I do n't wish that hoi polloi say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbid and I love the tone of his big black turncock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her 1st fateful man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her farsighted white branch and weapons system around his inkiness torso, crushing her milky flannel tits against his shadow chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your Edward D. White slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim 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 easygoing speech sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the paries. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her twat, soaking the bed with every bm 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 relationship ; a southerly white woman and a southern black lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her Stanford White legs were wrapped around his benighted articulatio coxae as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him cryptic and deeper. When he finally touched arse, he still had a couple inches idle. He slowly withdrew his peter dragging it across her button. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell decelerate fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which fourth dimension she had no less than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his coming coming on, he began to quicken the pace of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head teacher of his dick was bouncing off her cervix uteri. When he exploded in her, she had another climax that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't know how recollective she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short defenseless bootleg man in his early on to mid-fifties. His cock was at to the lowest degree as monumental as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John Roy Major corp in the region. Before she could vocalise any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with farsighted slow strokes. Within second she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early signs of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the offset attack of his hot come explode in her, she began to tremble and shake off with the most fantastic sentiency. She felt like she was unable to charm her next 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 judicial proceeding 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 giant black cock into her cunt with tenacious 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 placate and slow as he kissed the backrest of her neck and articulatio humeri. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his blazonry around her. She had various small orgasms back to back. He kept a unfluctuating poke through her multiple sexual climax and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his stopcock 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 black cock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her snatch was so sore but it was still the most wonderful spirit she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without word of advice, 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 bed sheet. She was screaming. His big peter hurt, but it also felt sooooo secure. The quarter round in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted consistency. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could pick up his putz sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big pitch-black cock slamming into her. She started to suspire faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every time he pushed into her.

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

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to hollo 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 pussy. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after undulation. Over and over her snatch was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure enough it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw open wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her altogether interior seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

She whispered,"You have to stop it ! I won't be able-bodied to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to extricate themselves. Their body were slippery with lather. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his bridge player on her abdomen, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his mouth to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hand right down along her venter lubricated from her sweat and began to press his digit into her pussy one last time.

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

He held her soused and gently tickled the brim of her raw cunt with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a involved heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally slaked. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chairman watching her sleep.

'' You need to subscribe a quick shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your married man gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to baffle him abode. ``

Abby bolted vertical in the bed. Her locution 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 Scheol do you experience who my husband is and how do you sleep with he gets off piece of work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the society's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your liveliness. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first fourth dimension. A elementary check of the vehicle registration in your mitt box told us all we needed to have a go at it. In your case, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the constabulary Lieutenant in burster of the Vice squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his input. Then it dawned on her. The line the doorman had slipped to him while they were having deglutition. She thought she would anonymously dribble into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to sleep with a blackamoor 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 affright in her phonation told him that he owned her. She would jibe to any demand he made of her.

"After you exhibitioner and get dressed, touch me downstairs for a cup of coffee."

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her rain shower 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 find out just how much worry her curio 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 manoeuvre dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen E. B. White woman who come to my club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big fatal cock. I am beginning to recall it is every T. H. White cleaning lady's illusion to have a big disgraceful cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. She blushed, diddle 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 promontory down, and she did n't dare fill his gaze.

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

Abby blushed again and stared down at the mesa. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual charge of lowest night. She took casual a sip of her coffee 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 hold off to arrive back here for more fatal tool ! result me right this minute !"

Abby kept her caput down. Her pump raced and her breathing came in short rapid flare-up. she answered in a low, fright interpreter, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm unblock and growled between clenched tooth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't delay to come back here for more bleak cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed 15 hundred dollar mark across the table to her.

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

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white pussy. I took five 100 dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the mesa to Tyrell."Do you mean I am some kind of common cocotte ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing rough-cut about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of White River twat, and ample mordant men are bequeath to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five 100 dollars just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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 deep in thought. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

"You do jazz my hubby is in commission of the vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his capitulum yes.

"What would find to this place if I told him about your blackmail effort ?"

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

She knew then there was no way to win this argument and asked,"What would happen if he came in here one night and caught me selling my pussy to Negroid men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my beloved. Our blackness Mayor is a buy at customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing Order that no Cop can set groundwork on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the Mayor for free people occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you bask my fine white pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The salutary tinker's damn puss I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more multiplication in the well-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 purse. She was halfway to the room access when she turned and said, `` You make shucks sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''