Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true up southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blonde wavy haircloth and electrifying dismal middle set against a enlighten milky White person skin colour. Her full pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the previous fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned fountainhead everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the missy every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no steady boyfriend but was always voted Home approaching Queen every class. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them house Coming King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the rest home climax football biz. Her four old age in college pretty practically followed the Lapp pattern. She was always the Belle of the egg. She eventually met and married a man of alike good looks. He had the assurance 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 rush of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful Twin Falls girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fledgling class at neighboring Mississippi res publica University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to crop like a fashion manikin. Life could n't be unspoiled. That 's why it makes no sentiency she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her glad family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to play along through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole life and thinks now is the sentence to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss South Abby had heard tales about what enceinte lovers'melanize men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hour. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy White person thigh filled her head most nighttime when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her longsighted white leg wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her rich southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo itch to make out a black man, but never the lupus erythematosus the persuasion were still occasionally on her brain. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go Shirley Temple, 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 char turned to mordant slaves for intimate relief. They supposedly found that sex with black slave was so raw and satisfying it was intemperate for them to gift it up when their men returned from war. Many cleaning lady continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning cross and a lynching of the offending disgraceful man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the black-market tool into their bedroom. Indeed, no lily-white southern valet would ever hold that his fair sex preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday dark, and Memphis nightlife was coming active. Abby 's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM sack, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen wearing apparel with a scooped neckline and Robert Brown in high spirits heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a drawstring of Andrew Dickson White cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C tit. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for nightspot de l'liaison ; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy black master and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those post that the police had to manage with discretion because of the well-connected business ; master of industry so to talk. Shirley Temple Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Negro Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police maraud as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a blank woman to be seen in the ship's company of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a white woman to toy with the thoughts of having sex with a smuggled man. But time have changed in the southward and tonight, at the exclusive club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to find out out if it was admittedly about the lovemaking science of the Shirley Temple Black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the traffic circle drive of club de l'amour and waited for the young valet to spread out her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a abbreviated coup d'oeil of her lacey white pantie and a clear-cut camel toe. The gentleman's gentleman handed her a claim halt and quickly birl away with her vehicle. She added a dab of rap lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the methamphetamine door one last sentence before entering the ball club. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo 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 drunkenness rescript. She was the only white person in the Club. She felt like famous person as men studied her slender eubstance from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, bounteous black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell President Lyndon Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his club and invited her to get together him at his private booth just off the saltation floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and sour linen slacks. He was very well-bred and spoke with a deep bass interpreter. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and metier browned complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about 30 moment and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted Thomas More than just a drink and effortless conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Sami side of meat of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able-bodied to accidentally drop her helping hand in his lap and check out his stopcock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'way and then sink next to Tyrell upon her riposte. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the John Wilkes Booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the second gear drink, Abby had a svelte buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and go finding out some of the solution to her curiosity. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance base. The dance orchestra was playing a slow romanticist vocal from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the result. Several multiplication she felt his semi-hard cock jam against her thigh. She pretended not to remark, but her scanty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was cognizant because he could feel her concentrated nipples against his chest. 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 hard monster in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the cubicle, Tyrell slid into the booth succeeding to her. She began to wonder if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-scented cologne water caused her meat to race. He ordered another round of swallow then put his arm around her and pulled her come together plenty she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low suspiration and a giggle. Tyrell put the ribbon of his hired man on her expression and tenderly drew her close. Right before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a shock of electricity through her body as she felt his lip cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex lifetime for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his back talk. His spit met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"mansion from her puerility that that always appeared above populace water outflow flashed through judgement. Edward Douglas White Jr. use to cringed at the thoughts of deglutition at the same fount as Black person back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a pitch-dark man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flood when she thought how wonderful his melanise cock would experience between her legs. She ran her hired hand up and down the duration of his putz and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge peter. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go up the stairs to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a vauntingly private connecting tub. There was an outsized circular bed with satin sheets in the heart of the room. All four rampart had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's bash and pulled his pant and boxer shorts down below his genu. She wanted to see for herself just how big his putz really was. His hammer 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 thrill as she moved the foreskin back to expose the promontory of his peter. She traced the veins and muscles with her index number finger's breadth. She felt his fondness throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her ft 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 eminent heel brake shoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy albumen breast just above the lacy white-hot bra. The contrast between the white cutis of her breast against the dark tegument of his aspect thrilled her. She felt a warm waving motion through her as her pantie filled with more moisture. She was bore to accept his dick in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her avidness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this layer of intimate desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful cleaning woman he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his sentence and savor the consequence. He carefully removed her bra and took her blanch pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her munition around his neck opening and pulled him into her tit just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and tee shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her branch wide, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered button with his olfactory organ. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slue her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to feel she was a true blond. Her slit was covered with lose weight silken blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot breather on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his spit. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his rim. She grasped his dick and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was set up to feel a hard-black prick in her creamy white-hot pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the pass of his putz 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 shaft and sucking it deeper into her passion. She looked in the mirror to her rightfulness and admired the thought of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't like that people say it 's wrongly. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the tone of his big blackamoor prick inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her retentive Edward White legs and arms around his black body, crushing her whitish white tits against his drear chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your white slut as you make lie with to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her back talk with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each early as they kissed. The way reeked of their sex, and the diffuse speech sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juice were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every trend they made. Both were far away in their own shared world, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would guess their human relationship ; a southern livid cleaning woman and a southern lightlessness lover connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him deeper and deeper. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a pair inch unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The virtuoso was maddening, and she could feel another climax boiling up. Tyrell dumb fucked her like that for about 20 proceedings ; during which clock time she had no LE than four magnificent orgasm. When Tyrell felt his orgasm 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 of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thresh about and overhaul out.

She didn't know how foresighted she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short naked black man in his early to mid-fifties. His hammer was at least as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the area. Before she could vocalise any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with farsighted slow cam stroke. Within minutes she was enjoying her first coming with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early mark 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 gust of his hot seed explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most wonderful sensation. She felt like she was ineffective to trip up her adjacent breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a prominent local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her belly, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his giant black-market peter into her pussy with long otiose drive, and she could n't assist it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His social movement were so gentle and decelerate as he kissed the backrest of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his consistence, wrapping his arms around her. She had several humble orgasms back to back. He kept a unfluctuating thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding late and then pulling the tip of his tool out to the porta of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his stopcock filled her slick cavum. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black hammer. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her kitty was so sore but it was still the most wonderful flavor she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without warning, he took his thumb and pressed it into her shit. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her subdivision and face pressed down on the satin piece of paper. She was screaming. His big prick scathe, but it also felt sooooo good. The thumb in her ass was sending iciness throughout exhausted soundbox. They were both sweating profusely. Her haircloth was wet and sticking to the English of her face. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the flavor of his big dark cock slamming into her. She started to catch one's breath faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her snatch opened wider every fourth dimension he pushed into her.

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

He asked if she wanted him to break off or sustain going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and crusade against him. She was wiggling her rose hip ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender Edward D. White physical structure. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her kitty-cat. They both came at the same time in wave after waving after wave. Over and over her twat was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure as shooting it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw assailable 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 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 slippy with stew. His chest 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 abdomen lubricated from her sweat and began to press his fingers into her slit one lastly time.

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

He held her soaked and gently tickled the sass 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 satisfied. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back death chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to fill a ready shower bath and then get dressed, sister. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to tucker out him home base. ``

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 hell do you have a go at it who my husband is and how do you have it away he gets off study at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the nine's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other indispensable fact about your life-time. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first off time. A simple check of the fomite enrollment in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was easy to get a setting. You are married to the police police lieutenant in charge of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his comment. Then it dawned on her. The short letter the doorman had slipped to him while they were having swallow. She thought she would anonymously knock off into the lodge and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to fuck a black man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

"What are you going to do with that information ?"

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

"After you exhibitioner and get dressed, meet 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 steaming hot cup of coffee tree waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to ascertain out just how lots trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as dependable 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 dozen white adult female who come to my club every year to recover out what it's like to be fucked by a big fatal cock. I am beginning to think it is every lily-white woman's illusion to have a big black cock shoved in every porta on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. She blushed, flirt 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 heading down, and she did n't defy receive 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 Thomas More dark cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the mesa. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual boot of last dark. She took passing a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his mitt down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for more black pecker ! Answer me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in curt rapid bursts. she answered in a low, terrified 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 spare and growled between clenched dentition,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't delay to descend back here for to a greater extent black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

"What the the pits is this ?"There was a ardour in her eyes.

"That's your cut from go night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand one dollar bill for your OK whiteness pussy. I took five one C dollar sign 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 plebeian whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nada uncouth about you. You are ‘ Class A'bit of white kitty-cat, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful Stanford White ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five c dollars just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

"You do have it off my husband is in bang of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would come about to this property if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"We both know you would never refer 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 blackness men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my love. Our lightlessness Mayor is a patronize customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set pes on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may deliver to love the city manager for liberal occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you relish my okay white kitty ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The outflank hoot twat I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more times in the close future."

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

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her handbag. She was halfway to the room access when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my husband never hears a password about this, and we have a deal. ''