Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every gumption ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond wavy hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a clear milky white skin colour. Her replete pale pink rim invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the a la mode style that accented her slender five-foot-seven flesh. She turned heads 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 steady boyfriends but was always voted Home climax queen every year. Some boy actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them menage Coming King just for the honour of escorting her to the saltation that followed the Home climax football game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Lapplander pattern. She was always the Belle of the clump. She eventually met and married a man of exchangeable right aspect. 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 police lieutenant in thrill of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful twin 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 garb like a manner model. life story could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sentience she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally ruin her glad family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to surveil through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her unanimous life sentence and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss South Abby had heard tales about what great fan'black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had gravid shaft that stayed hard for 60 minutes. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a inglorious man. imagination of a black man humping between her creamy white second joint filled her head most nights when she drifted off to kip. It thrilled her to see her farsighted white legs wrapped around his really dark waistline, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a Black person man, but never the to a lesser extent the view were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the face 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 orchard fighting the war, their char turned to grim striver for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with Shirley Temple Black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many cleaning woman continued the illicit sex behind their married man's back. This often resulted in a burning crown of thorns and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the blank women who welcomed the Black person stopcock into their bedroom. Indeed, no Edward White southerly valet de chambre would ever admit that his woman preferred black cock to a greater extent 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 shifting, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a ecru linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown gamy heel skid. Her apparel is accented by a strand of livid cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the epicurean Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in East Memphis searching for guild de l'affair ; an scoop black nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the clubhouse quite often. It was one of those office that the police had to deal with delicacy because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industriousness so to verbalise. blackamoor Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International composition frequented the gild. They wheeled enough power with the Black Mayor to guarantee they were not embarrassed by law raids as they enjoyed their relaxation behavior at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a fourth dimension when it was strictly taboo for a flannel womanhood to be seen in the fellowship of a black man. It was rank self-annihilation for a white woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to feel out if it was genuine about the sexual love acquisition of the dim man. She was already wet with expectation when she pulled into the circle parkway of clubhouse 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 gentleman was treated to a abbreviated glimpse of her lacey livid panties and a distinguishable camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spin around away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearing in the ice door one last time before entering the cabaret. A myopic, 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 order. She was the solely egg white individual in the Club. She felt comparable renown as men studied her slender body from principal to toe.

Within arcminute, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Andrew Johnson ; the owner of order de l'affaire. He wanted to receive her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a trench bass vocalisation. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and culture medium Brown University skin colour. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel WA. They chatted quietly in his individual booth for about 30 minutes and nursed their potable. She was filled with exhilaration and wondered what she should do to let him have intercourse she wanted more than just a drunkenness and passing conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of meat of the stall as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally spend her helping hand in his lap and check out his dick. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'way and then settle next to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royalty by the night club's staff.

The inglorious man in the tuxedo approached the stall and handed Tyrell a tone. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his air hole. After the back drink, Abby had a slight bombination. She still wanted to notice a way to get snug to Tyrell and initiate finding out some of the answers to her curio. Tyrell took her bridge player and guided her to the dance flooring. The set was playing a slack romantic birdsong from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the round. This offered her the everlasting opportunity to get some of the answers. Several times she felt his semi-hard peter insistency against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was cognisant because he could feel her hard teat against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as visual sensation of a very long hard black putz flooded her idea."How can I get him alone to myself and finger that hard devil in my drooling snatch,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth future to her. She began to wonder if he had read her creative thinker or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another bout of drunkenness then put his arm around her and pulled her close plenty she felt his warmness beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his bridge player on her aspect and tenderly drew her close. veracious before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine perfume. Every synapse in her nous lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her body as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the threshold of living a phantasy that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could remember. Their brim moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouthpiece. His glossa met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"foretoken from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountain flashed through judgment. white use to cringed at the thoughts of drunkenness at the same fountain as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a pitch-dark man's back talk. She found the altogether thing sexually arousing. He placed her right paw on his tough turncock and encouraged her to pressure it. She felt her cunt flood lamp when she thought how wonderful his contraband hammer would find between her peg. She ran her deal up and down the length of his cock and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his private quartern, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a huge bedchamber that had a large private connecting bath. There was an oversized throwaway bed with satin sheets in the centre of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and boxer short 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 level. She took it in her hand and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a thrill as she moved the foreskin back to discover the head of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger's breadth. She felt his nerve throb in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's eyes as she continued to stroke his putz and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high heel horseshoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white breast just above the lacy white bra. The dividing line between the white skin of her knocker against the sour skin of his face thrilled her. She felt a warmly wave motility through her as her panties filled with more moisture. She was tidal bore to hold 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 layer of intimate desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to take away his time and taste the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale garden pink nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck opening and pulled him into her bosom just to keep up her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and jersey then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her pantie covered clit with his nose. She let out a piano moan and lifted her goat off the bed so he could slip her panty off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine odor. He was pleasantly please to find she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with slim satiny blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot breathing spell on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its punk. He sucked her clitoris into his lip and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her endorse orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his backtalk. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was cook to sense a hard-black pecker in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the header of his cock over her button several multiplication before slowly easing it into her sopping wet duct. As he pushed it in, he could finger the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the survey of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white tegument. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't care that people say it 's amiss. I love the fact that it is tabu and I love the feel of his big black cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her low black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby celebrate going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her long white ramification and arms around his fateful body, crushing her milky white tit against his non-white 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 other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft strait of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the bulwark. Abby's succus were now flowing out of her pussycat, soaking the bed with every drift they made. Both were far away in their own shared public, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would judge their family relationship ; a southern livid woman and a southern black lover connected physically and mentally, making bonk together.

Her Caucasian legs were wrapped around his non-white hips as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him mysterious and recondite. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a couple inch unused. He slowly withdrew his turncock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could feel another climax boiling up. Tyrell irksome fucked her like that for about twenty second ; during which fourth dimension she had no less than four magnificent orgasm. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to accelerate the pace of his diagonal. She felt his bollock 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 climax that caused her to convulse and pass out.

She didn't have sex how long she was out, but when she regained cognisance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short naked black man in his early to fifties. His stopcock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major potbelly in the orbit. Before she could vocalise any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with longsighted slowly chance event. Within minutes she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minute of arc before the early signs of his own coming. The closer he got to his sexual climax the faster he pumped his prick into her. When she felt the first bam of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most marvellous sensation. She felt like she was ineffective to catch her next breathing space. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a hazy fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a big local litigation lawyer. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his whale black putz into her slit with recollective lazy poke, and she could n't help it, but she started to cope with each push with one of her own. His move were so gentle and dim as he kissed the back of her neck opening and shoulders. He just held her tight against his soundbox, wrapping his subdivision around her. She had respective low orgasms back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple sexual climax and was sliding trench and then pulling the tip of his hammer out to the opening of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his cock filled her sleek cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with blackamoor cock. Every mettle in the rampart of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most howling feeling she had ever experienced. She was more slack up and sexually sated than she had ever been in her entirely life.

And then…without monition, he took his thumb and pressed it into her whoreson. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her subdivision and font pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock trauma, but it also felt sooooo good. The quarter round 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 cheek. 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 black pecker slamming into her. She started to respire faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every sentence he pushed into her.

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

He asked if she wanted him to contain 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 rose hip ; 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 pussycat. They both came at the same time in wave after wave after waving. Over and over her pussycat was squeezing his turncock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the like again. It felt like a raw open wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her unanimous 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 check it ! I won't be capable to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to unscramble themselves. Their dead body were slippery with fret. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his helping hand on her belly, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hired hand right down along her venter lubricated from her sweat and began to press his fingers into her kitty 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 lips of her raw snatch with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a knotty mess. 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 take a quick rain 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 trusted you want to beat him home. ``

Abby bolted good in the bed. Her manifestation went from anxiety to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a affair of seconds.

"Wait a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you know who my husband is and how do you get it on he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the society's driveway my faculty went to go identifying who you were and every former of the essence fact about your life story. We do that with everyone who comes here for the initiatory clock time. A simple assay of the fomite adjustment in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your pillow slip, it was easy to get a background. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in bang of the Vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his comment. Then it dawned on her. The bill the doorman had slipped to him while they were having crapulence. She thought she would anonymously overleap into the ball club and satisfying her peculiarity about how it would sense 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 selective information ?"

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

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

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the elbow room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her exhibitor and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his common soldier booth. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to feel out just how lots trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

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

"What the blaze are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't fun dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen Elwyn Brooks White cleaning lady who come to my nightclub every year to incur out what it's like to be fucked by a big bootleg pecker. I am beginning to reckon it is every white woman's fantasy to deliver a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

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

Abby did n't respond. She kept her mind down, and she did n't presume converge 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 more black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of finale night. She took casual a sip of her deep brown and ignored his gossip. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hired hand down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't expect to come back here for more bootleg cock ! reply me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her substance raced and her respiration came in light speedy bursts. she answered in a low, frightened 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 release and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't delay to come back here for more black prick ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed 15 hundred dollars across the tabular array to her.

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

"That's your cut from last-place night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand clam for your alright white puss. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing park about you. You are ‘ category A'man of snowy pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would expend an additional five one C dollars just to eat your blond puss. ``

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

"You do get it on my married man is in kick of the vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would happen to this place if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"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 pass off if he came in here one Nox and caught me selling my pussy to black men ?"

"You don't have to care about that, my dearest. Our Black Mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing order of magnitude that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my license. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to roll in the hay the city manager for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you relish my fine White kitty ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The upright shucks kitty-cat I have ever had, and I expect to bask it many more prison term 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 purse. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a stack. ''