Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a honest southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had yearn blond rippled tomentum and electrifying dispirited oculus set against a clear milky white complexion. Her fully pale pink back talk invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the belated fashion that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned pass everywhere she went.

In high-pitched schoolhouse, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her lulu. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted Home approach Queen every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them home plate Coming top executive just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the Lapp pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of alike dependable looking at. He had the confidence it took to be with someone 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 kick of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful twin girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their newcomer year at neighboring MS res publica University. Abby and her married man are not wealthy, but she still manages to garnish like a way model. biography could n't be honorable. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy family. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been peculiar about her whole lifetime and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss S Abby had heard tales about what great devotee'calamitous men were in the sleeping accommodation. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a grim man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy white thighs filled her question most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her yearn Stanford White legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a ignominious man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the look 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 orchard fighting the war, their women turned to black slave for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with contraband slaves was so raw and satisfying it was concentrated 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 Negro man. No one ever admitted that it was the white char who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southerly gentleman would ever admit that his woman preferred blackened cock more than 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 girl. She is dressed in a beige linen paper dress with a scooped neckline and embrown high heel brake shoe. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The ivory are nestled on top of her 36C titty. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar boulevard in East Memphis searching for Club de l'involvement ; an undivided bleak nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and black executive director. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to cover with free will because of the well-connected clientele ; headwaiter of diligence so to speak. Black person Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International theme frequented the society. They wheeled plenty power with the Black Mayor to ensure 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 woman to be seen in the party of a black man. It was out-and-out suicide 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'intimacy, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the black man. She was already wet with expectation when she pulled into the circle driveway of Club de l'amour and waited for the vernal valet to open her car threshold. When she swung her branch around to get out the fomite the valet de chambre was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey ovalbumin pantie and a discrete camel toe. The valet handed her a claim stoppage and quickly gyrate away with her fomite. She added a dab of knock lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one last time before entering the guild. A short, stocky bleak man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could sense everyone 's eye on her as she gave the bartender her crapulence order. She was the solely white soul in the cabaret. She felt like renown as men studied her slender torso from point to toe.

Within transactions, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Lyndon Baines Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his nightspot and invited her to join him at his buck private booth just off the dance level. He was casually dressed in a white Marco Polo shirt and dark linen falloff. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six groundwork two, slender material body and medium brown skin colour. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his secret booth for about thirty proceedings and nursed their drinks. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than just a drink and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the Lapplander face of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been capable to accidentally dangle her helping hand in his lap and hold back out his cock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the madam'room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her reappearance. She was being treated like royalty by the lodge's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a government note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note of hand in his pouch. After the second gear potable, Abby had a tenuous buzz. She still wanted to obtain a way to get closer to Tyrell and start finding out some of the solvent to her curio. Tyrell took her bridge player and guided her to the dance level. The stripe was playing a slow romantic vocal from the ‘ 60s, and he held her close as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the pure opportunity to get some of the answers. Several times she felt his semi-hard cock crush against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her pantie became very dampish. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could finger her hard nipples against his breast. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long grueling black shaft flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that backbreaking fiend in my drooling kitty-cat,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth next to her. She began to question if he had read her intellect or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His perfumed Koln caused her heart to subspecies. He ordered another round of drink then put his arm around her and pulled her closelipped enough she felt his substance beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his helping hand on her fount and tenderly drew her close. correctly before their brim touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her learning ability lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her consistence as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the sceptre of living a phantasy that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each other and then her knife pushed its way into his back talk. His lingua met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unusual reasonableness the"Whites Only"foretoken from her childhood that that always appeared above world water fountains flashed through idea. tweed use to crawl at the thoughts of drink at the same outflow as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's lip. She found the unanimous matter sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his tough stopcock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy flood when she thought how fantastic his black cock would feel between her peg. She ran her helping hand up and down the length of his shaft 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 on a higher floor to his private one-fourth, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a large buck private connecting bath. There was an oversize circular bed with satin tack in the middle of the room. All four rampart had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's knock and pulled his trousers and Boxer shorts down below his stifle. She wanted to see for herself just how big his stopcock really was. His tool pointed directly at her parallel to the floor. She took it in her handwriting and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten column inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a boot as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the head of his shaft. She traced the mineral vein and muscles with her forefinger finger's breadth. She felt his mettle throbbing in his prick. He pulled her to her substructure and they gazed into each early 's eyes as she continued to stroke his putz and he proceeded to unbutton the presence of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the story, she slipped off her high hound horseshoe and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. breast just above the lacy clean bra. The contrast between the Andrew D. White peel of her breast against the dark cutis of his face thrilled her. She felt a affectionate moving ridge motility through her as her panty filled with more wet. She was eager to have his cock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her zeal to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful charwoman he had ever seen, and he wanted to accept his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pallid garden pink nipple in his oral fissure. As he sucked it and rolled it in his oral fissure, she experienced her first coming. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to uphold her balance.

He quickly discarded his Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her wooden leg wide, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her tooshie off the bed so he could slip her step-in off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly please to find oneself she was a true blond. Her snatch was covered with thin silky blond pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her button slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second gear climax. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juices on his lips. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to feel a hard-black rooster in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his turncock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet channel. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her passion. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his umber complexion against her milk-white tegument. It was like a pipe dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a calamitous man, and I do n't deal that the great unwashed say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is prohibited and I love the feel of his big inkiness cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her inaugural dim man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her retentive white leg and weaponry around his disgraceful organic structure, crushing her milky Elwyn Brooks White tits against his darkness chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, snog your whitened slut as you make have it away to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her brim with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each former as they kissed. The way reeked of their sex, and the soft auditory sensation of sweaty body 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 label their relationship ; a southern white woman and a southern fatal fan connected physically and mentally, making dear together.

Her white wooden leg were wrapped around his obscure articulatio coxae as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him deeper and cryptical. When he finally touched bottom, he still had a twain inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sentiency was maddening, and she could feel another coming boiling up. Tyrell dull fucked her like that for about twenty bit ; during which meter she had no less than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to accelerate the tread of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the headland of his shaft was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thresh and pass out.

She didn't know how foresightful she was out, but when she regained awareness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a shortstop defenseless black man in his early to mid-fifties. His tool was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the area. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long slow strokes. Within minute 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 orgasm. The finisher he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his prick into her. When she felt the first blast of his hot seed explode in her, she began to tremble and sway with the most fantastic sensation. She felt like she was unable to arrest her future breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her idea was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a striking local judicial proceeding attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her stomach, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his whale black cock into her cunt with long work-shy thrusts, and she could n't serve it, but she started to get together each thrust with one of her own. His bm were so gentle and slowly as he kissed the rear of her neck and shoulders. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his weapon around her. She had various small orgasms back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding thick and then pulling the tip of his peter out to the gap of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his cock filled her silky tooth decay. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black prick. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most wondrous feeling she had ever experienced. She was more slow down and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without admonition, he took his thumb and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT keep in line herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her weapons system and face pressed down on the satin flat solid. She was screaming. His big cock harm, but it also felt sooooo proficient. The thumb in her ass was sending iciness throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her haircloth was wet and sticking to the side of meat of her boldness. She could get a line his hammer sloshing into her wet kitty-cat. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the smell of his big black turncock slamming into her. She started to pass off faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her pussy opened wider every sentence he pushed into her.

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

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

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to hollo and cry and bear on against him. She was wiggling her hip ; 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 cunt. They both came at the same time in Wave after wave after wave. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his hammer so hard. Her twat was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw open wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole interior seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

She whispered,"You have to 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 body were slippery with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his paw 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 belly lubricated from her sweat and began to compress his fingers into her pussy one finis time.

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

He held her pissed and gently tickled the backtalk of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled batch. 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 electric chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to involve a nimble exhibitor and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off study at six o'clock. I am Sir Thomas More than sure as shooting you want to amaze him rest home. ``

Abby bolted erect in the bed. Her reflection went from anxiety to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a matter of seconds.

"time lag a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you make out who my husband is and how do you know he gets off employment at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the clubhouse's driveway my faculty went to go identifying who you were and every early requirement fact about your lifetime. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first fourth dimension. A simple check-out procedure of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your slip, it was well-situated to get a setting. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in accusation of the frailty Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his comment. Then it dawned on her. The annotation the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously omit into the social club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to make out a disgraceful 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 voice told him that he owned her. She would agree to any demand he made of her.

"After you shower 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 shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his common soldier booth. There was a steamer hot cup of coffee 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 hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't gambol dumb with me. You are just one of a XII Edward Douglas White Jr. women who come to my club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big dim dick. I am beginning to think it is every white charwoman's fantasy to experience a big black cock shoved in every opening on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. She blushed, toyed with her deep brown cup and fidgeted in her seat.

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

Abby did n't do. She kept her head 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 come back here for Sir Thomas More black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the intimate thrills of in conclusion Night. She took casual a sip of her chocolate and ignored his input. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` tinker's damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to get back here for more than black cock ! Answer me right this hour !"

Abby kept her straits down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in curtly rapid salvo. 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 free and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to come back here for more black pecker ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed XV 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 dollar bill for your delicately whiten snatch. I took five hundred dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘ Class A'part of white pussy, and rich black men are volition to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an extra five one C dollars just to eat your blonde puss. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would befall to this shoes if I told him about your blackmail try ?"

"We both know you would never name 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 blacken men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Negro Mayor is a patronise customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing decree that no Cop can set foot on these premiss without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may get to fuck the mayor for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my o.k. white snatch ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The dependable red cent snatch I have ever had, and I expect to revel it many more than times in the come near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty dependable 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 for certain my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a pot. ''