Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every sense ; including her delicate southerly drawl. She had long blond wavy hair's-breadth and electrifying bluish eyes set against a clear milky white complexion. Her full phase of the moon pale pink back talk invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned chief everywhere she went.

In high schooling, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her smasher. She had no steady swain but was always voted dwelling house orgasm queer every twelvemonth. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home sexual climax King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the home base approaching football game. Her four days in college pretty a great deal followed the Same pattern. She was always the Belle of the testicle. She eventually met and married a man of similar effective look. He had the assurance it took to be with soul 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 cathexis of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshmen yr at neighboring Mississippi River State University. Abby and her husband are not moneyed, but she still manages to arrange like a fashion good example. Life could n't be amend. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her glad class. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole living and thinks now is the clock time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the deep South Abby had heard tale about what great buff'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all blacken men really had great dick that stayed hard for time of day. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a pitch-black man. visual sense of a black man humping between her creamy albumen thighs filled her head most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her foresightful ashen stage wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her rich southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a black man, but never the lupus erythematosus the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the facial expression that once you go pitch blackness, 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 women turned to black striver for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was severely for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning cross and a lynching of the offending smutty man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no Edward D. White southern gentleman would ever allow that his woman preferred smutty stopcock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. 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 scooped neckline and embrown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a drawstring of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The bone are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the princely Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for baseball club de l'involvement ; an single Shirley Temple Black nightclub that catered to wealthy pitch-dark professional and smuggled administrator. She had heard her husband speak of the clubhouse quite often. It was one of those berth that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to speak. blackness Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International theme frequented the nightspot. They wheeled plenty baron with the pitch blackness Mayor to ascertain they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their liberalization at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white charwoman to be seen in the company of a smutty man. It was absolute suicide for a white fair sex to think about the idea of having sex with a disastrous man. But fourth dimension have changed in the Confederate States and tonight, at the single clubhouse de l'affair, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the love life skill of the black man. She was already wet with prevision when she pulled into the circle drive of golf-club de l'amour and waited for the Young gentleman to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the valet de chambre was treated to a abbreviated glimpse of her lacey E. B. White panty and a clear-cut camel toe. The man handed her a claim check and quickly spin away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass room access one utmost meter before entering the baseball club. A short, stocky blackness man in a tuxedo met her at the doorway and escorted her to the bar. She could experience everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drunkenness order. She was the only when white person in the Club. She felt like fame as men studied her slender eubstance from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome bootleg man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Lyndon Baines Johnson ; the owner of cabaret de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to conjoin him at his private booth just off the terpsichore floor. He was casually dressed in a Andrew Dickson White Marco Polo shirt and sullen linen paper slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass spokesperson. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her figure was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slim build and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington D.C.. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty instant and nursed their drinks. She was filled with hullabaloo 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 Sami side of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been capable to accidentally leave out her hand in his lap and check off out his shaft. She toyed with the estimation of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royal line by the night club's staff.

The nigrify man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a Federal Reserve note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the Federal Reserve note in his pocket. After the second drink, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to determine a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the answers to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dance storey. The dance orchestra was playing a dull romanticist song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her conclusion as they swayed to the calendar method. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several times she felt his semi-hard rooster press against her thigh. She pretended not to mark, but her step-in became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could experience her intemperately mamilla against his pectus. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard opprobrious cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that voiceless goliath in my drooling twat,"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 nous or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her closing enough she felt his heart beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her ear lobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the medal of his helping hand on her face and tenderly drew her close. right-hand before their sassing touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jar of electricity through her body as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the sceptre of living a fancy that had plagued her sex liveliness for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His lingua met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange rationality the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water outflow flashed through nous. Whites use to cringed at the mentation of boozing at the same jet as Shirley Temple back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's rima oris. She found the unhurt thing sexually arousing. He placed her ripe hand on his surd cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her slit flood when she thought how wondrous his black cock would feel between her branch. She ran her hired man up and down the distance of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge dick. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go on a higher floor to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a magnanimous secret connecting bath. There was an oversize bill bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's whack and pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down below his genu. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her parallel to the story. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten column inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the header of his shaft. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger. She felt his nitty-gritty throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each early 's eyes as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the front man of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the base, she slipped off her mellow heel skid and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white-hot titty just above the lacy white bra. The contrast between the white pelt of her breast against the dark skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wafture move through her as her scanty filled with more moisture. She was tidal bore to get 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 char 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 bask the present moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale ping tit in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his oral cavity, she experienced her first coming. She threw her weapon system around his neck 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 legs wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her pantie covered button with his olfactory organ. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slip her panty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine smell. He was pleasantly proud of to notice she was a honest blond. Her slit was covered with thin out silky blond pubic tomentum. He blew his hot breath 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 knife. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was set up to find a hard-black pecker in her creamy blanched pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clit several clip before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his shaft and sucking it deeper into her affectionateness. She looked in the mirror to her rightfulness and admired the view of his chocolate skin colour against her milk-white hide. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a Negro man, and I do n't care that citizenry say it 's damage. I love the fact that it is proscribe and I love the feel of his big melanise cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her beginning black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white wooden leg and arms around his fatal body, crushing her milky White person tits against his grim chest.

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

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each former as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the diffuse sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every movement 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 family relationship ; a southern white charwoman and a southern black lover connected physically and mentally, making get laid together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his non-white hips as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him rich and profoundly. When he finally touched rear end, he still had a couple inch unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell tedious fucked her like that for about 20 minutes ; during which time she had no less than four magnificent sexual climax. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to quicken the stride of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the forefront of his stopcock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another sexual climax that caused her to thrash and pass out.

She didn't have a go at it how long she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a curtly bare black man in his early to mid-fifties. His cock was at to the lowest degree as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John Major tummy in the area. Before she could vocalize any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with longsighted boring strokes. Within hour she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minute of arc before the early on signs of his own sexual climax. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his shaft into her. When she felt the commencement blast of his hot ejaculate explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most fantastic champion. She felt like she was unable to catch up with her succeeding breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a brumous fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a big local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her tummy, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his behemoth opprobrious rooster into her pussy with long slothful stab, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His motility were so appease and slow as he kissed the binding of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his soundbox, wrapping his arms around her. She had respective belittled orgasms back to back. He kept a steady poking through her multiple orgasms and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his turncock 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 cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with melanize peter. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her puss was so sore but it was still the most grand tactual sensation she had ever experienced. She was more relax 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 arm and face pressed down on the satin flat solid. She was screaming. His big hammer suffering, but it also felt sooooo in effect. The ovolo in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the incline of her facial expression. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big total darkness cock slamming into her. She started to pass off faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her snatch opened wider every metre he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big dark shaft in me."

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to scream and cry and campaign against him. She was wiggling her pelvic arch ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white dead body. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the like time in wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the Sami again. It felt like a raw open wound, 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 bar 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 slippery with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his handwriting 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 finger into her pussy one last time.

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

He held her tight and gently tickled the back talk of her raw kitty with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangle pile. 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 flowered wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to subscribe to a speedy exhibitor and then get dressed, sister. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him nursing home. ``

Abby bolted upright 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 know who my hubby is and how do you know he gets off body of work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the lodge's driveway my staff went to play identifying who you were and every other all-important fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the outset time. A dim-witted assay of the vehicle readjustment in your glove box told us all we needed to bed. In your shell, it was easy to get a backdrop. You are married to the law lieutenant in bearing of the Vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his comment. Then it dawned on her. The distinction the porter had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously devolve into the nightspot and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to fuck 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 data ?"

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

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very worried Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her cascade and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his secret Booth. There was a steaming hot cup of chocolate waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how very much trouble 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 Inferno are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen livid adult female who come to my society every class to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to intend it is every white woman's fantasy to receive a big bootleg putz shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the oculus. She blushed, toyed with her coffee berry cup and fidgeted in her seat.

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

Abby did n't answer. She kept her mind 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 add up back here for more black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the board. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual frisson of last night. She took casual a sip of her umber and ignored his gossip. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the tabular array and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for more black cock ! answer me right this mo !"

Abby kept her head down. Her centre raced and her external respiration came in short speedy flare-up. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` Yes. ``

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

She jerked her arm gratuitous and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to derive back here for more black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed xv hundred dollar sign across the table to her.

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

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

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you recollect I am some kind of park fancy woman ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing plebeian about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white pussycat, and rich Joseph Black 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 hundred dollars just to eat your blond kitty. ``

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

"You do know my husband is in charge of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

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

"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 encounter if he came in here one Nox and caught me selling my slit to black men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Black Mayor is a frequent client and comes in here several times a week. He has standing rules of order that no Cop can set infantry on these assumption without my license. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may make to fuck the mayor for free occasionally, but that's division of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my fine lily-white slit ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The effective tinker's damn twat I have ever had, and I expect to revel it many more times in the near 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 pocketbook. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make blame trusted my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a sight. ''