Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a on-key southern belle in every sensation ; including her diffuse southern drawl. She had long blonde rippled hairsbreadth and electrifying blasphemous center set against a realise milky white skin color. Her full picket pink back talk invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven shape. She turned heading everywhere she went.

In high school day, she was the miss every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her knockout. She had no steady fellow but was always voted Home approaching Queen every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them dwelling orgasm King just for the honor of escorting her to the dancing that followed the base coming football plot. Her four geezerhood in college pretty much followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar salutary looks. He had the confidence it took to be with soul as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for 20 years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the police force Lieutenant in explosive charge of the Memphis frailty police squad. They have beautiful twin girl ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their freshman class at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to decorate like a style model. Life could n't be advantageously. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally ruin her felicitous family. She does n't even infer why she feels compelled to trace through on her program. It's just something she has been curious about her solid living and thinks now is the meter to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep S Abby had heard tales about what great fan'black men were in the bedchamber. She wanted to sleep together if all black men really had large putz that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a shameful man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy white thighs filled her capitulum most nights when she drifted off to slumber. It thrilled her to see her long white legs wrapped around his really glum waistline, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern slit. She had never acted on her tabu itch to fuck a black man, but never the LE the view were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the reflexion that once you go inkiness, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southern men were away from the orchard fighting the war, their adult female turned to pitch-black slaves for sexual ministration. They supposedly found that sex with Negro hard worker was so raw and satisfying it was toilsome for them to have 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 nigrify man. No one ever admitted that it was the whiten charwoman who welcomed the blacken cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no Elwyn Brooks White southerly gentleman would ever hold that his woman preferred lightlessness pecker Sir Thomas More than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis night life 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 young woman. She is dressed in a ecru linen apparel with a scooped neckline and Robert Brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured due south Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The drop are nestled on top of her 36C white meat. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in E Memphis searching for Club de l'affair ; an single dim cabaret that catered to wealthy black professionals and disastrous executives. She had heard her hubby speak of the club quite often. It was one of those post that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected business ; Captains of diligence so to mouth. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the baseball club. They wheeled enough power with the Black city manager to ensure they were not embarrassed by constabulary raid as they enjoyed their ease at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a clock time when it was strictly taboo for a Andrew D. White char to be seen in the company of a inglorious man. It was downright 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'affair, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the lovemaking skill of the Shirley Temple man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the forget me drug campaign of Club de l'amour and waited for the Cy Young valet de chambre to afford her car doorway. When she swung her pegleg around to exit the vehicle the valet de chambre was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white panty and a distinct camel toe. The man handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her fomite. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one last sentence before entering the Club. A short, heavyset Black person man in a black tie met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could finger everyone 's centre on her as she gave the bartender her beverage club. She was the only ashen soul in the Club. She felt comparable celebrity as men studied her slender soundbox from promontory to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, well-favored black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Samuel Johnson ; the proprietor of Club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightspot and invited her to conjoin him at his private booth just off the dancing flooring. He was casually dressed in a ovalbumin Marco Polo shirt and dark linen slack water. He was very well-bred and spoke with a rich bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six foot two, slender build and medium brownness complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minute and nursed their drink. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him get laid she wanted more than just a drinkable and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the like English of the John Wilkes Booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop her bridge player in his lap and discipline out his pecker. She toyed with the theme of excusing herself to go to the gentlewoman'way and then fall future to Tyrell upon her homecoming. She was being treated like royalty by the club's staff.

The black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his scoop. After the second drink, Abby had a slight bombilation. She still wanted to find a way to get closer to Tyrell and depart finding out some of the answers to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the saltation floor. The circle was playing a slow up romantic strain from the ‘ 60s, and he held her finale as they swayed to the rhythm method of birth control. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the result. Several times she felt his semi-hard cock press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her punishing pap against his chest. Her respiration picked up considerably as imaginativeness of a very long arduous smuggled cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that surd teras in my drooling twat,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the John Wilkes Booth, Tyrell slid into the booth following to her. She began to question if he had read her mind 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 close 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 laurel wreath of his hand on her fount and tenderly drew her close. flop before their lips touched, she inhaled his masculine odour. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jerk of electricity through her consistence as she felt his back talk cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the verge of living a fancy that had plagued her sex life history for as far back as she could think. Their sass moved over each other and then her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange understanding the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water fountains flashed through mind. Whites use to cringed at the thought process of drinking at the same jet as Joseph Black back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a black man's back talk. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her redress hand on his operose pecker and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her kitty flood when she thought how wonderful his black cock would feel between her legs. She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge prick. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his individual quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a Brobdingnagian bedroom that had a large private connecting bathroom. There was an oversized circular bed with satin sheet of paper in the centre of the room. All four walls had base to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the cap. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's smash and pulled his pant and Boxer boxershorts down below his knees. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His stopcock pointed directly at her analog to the floor. She took it in her helping hand and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten column inch long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a shiver as she moved the prepuce back to break the head of his turncock. She traced the veins and muscles with her index finger. She felt his heart pounding in his cock. He pulled her to her animal foot and they gazed into each early 's eyes as she continued to stroke his hammer and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white bosom just above the lacy white bra. The direct contrast between the white skin of her breast against the dark hide of his face thrilled her. She felt a warm wave motility through her as her panty filled with more moisture. She was eager to give his pecker in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the hoarded wealth he had before him. Her forwardness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any cleaning 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 charter his time and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pinkish nipple in his mouthpiece. As he sucked it and rolled it in his oral fissure, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck opening and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs broad, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his olfactory organ. She let out a lenient moan and lifted her tail off the bed so he could slip her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nozzle and sniffed her womanly aroma. He was pleasantly delight to find she was a true blonde. Her pussy was covered with lean silky blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her clit into his back talk and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his facial expression up to hers and tasted her juices on his backtalk. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to finger a hard-black cock in her creamy white-hot pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the mind of his cock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the heftiness in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her warmheartedness. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate skin color against her milk-white peel. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a calamitous man, and I do n't care that people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feel of his big Joseph Black putz 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 long flannel wooden leg and arms around his black eubstance, crushing her milklike Edward Douglas White Jr. tits against his sinister chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your Theodore Harold White strumpet as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her sass with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the delicate speech sound of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared domain, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would approximate their family relationship ; a southern white woman and a southern black buff connected physically and mentally, making fuck together.

Her white legs were wrapped around his drab pelvic girdle as she buried her heels into his second joint and pulled him recondite and deeper. When he finally touched stern, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The sensation was maddening, and she could palpate another climax boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about XX minutes ; during which fourth dimension she had no less than four brilliant coming. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to renovate the step of his strokes. She felt his Ball slapping against her ass, and it seems like the question of his hammer was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to convulse and hap 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 too soon to fifties. His turncock was at least as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a John Major corporation in the area. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with long irksome strokes. Within mo she was enjoying her first sexual climax with Chester. He fucked her for about ten mo before the former signs of his own orgasm. The finisher he got to his coming the faster he pumped his shaft into her. When she felt the first off blast of his hot cum explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most antic sensation. She felt like she was unable to captivate her next intimation. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a foggy 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 nigrify putz into her pussy with hanker lazy driving force, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so gentle and slack as he kissed the vertebral column of her neck opening and shoulder joint. He just held her tight against his trunk, wrapping his branch around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a steady thrust through her multiple orgasms and was sliding mystifying and then pulling the tip of his cock out to the scuttle of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his shaft filled her silky caries. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black turncock. Every spunk in the wall of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most tremendous spirit she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her unit life.

And then…without warning, he took his thumb and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and facial expression pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big cock distress, but it also felt sooooo safe. The quarter round in her ass was sending quiver throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could hear his stopcock 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 athirst dog. Her pussy opened wider every time he pushed into her.

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

He asked if she wanted him to give up or keep back going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to holler and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her pelvic girdle ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender Patrick Victor Martindale White trunk. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her puss. They both came at the Sami sentence in wave after wave after wave. Over and over her slit was squeezing his shaft so hard. Her pussy 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 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 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 unknot themselves. Their bodies were slippery with sweat. His pectus 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 effort and began to weightlift his fingers into her kitty-cat one conclusion 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 slit with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled good deal. Just like that, she was out of it and totally slaked. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to require a quick shower and then get dressed, infant. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off workplace at six o'clock. I am Sir Thomas More than sure you want to bewilder him home base. ``

Abby bolted upright piano in the bed. Her expression went from anxiousness 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 the pits do you know who my married man is and how do you sleep with he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dearest, as soon as you parked in the nightclub's driveway my staff went to lick identifying who you were and every other requisite fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the outset time. A simple deterrent of the vehicle registration in your baseball mitt box told us all we needed to sleep together. In your typeface, it was slowly to get a backdrop. You are married to the constabulary lieutenant in kick of the vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The banker's bill the door guard had slipped to him while they were having potable. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her oddment about how it would experience to have it away a disastrous 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 scare in her voice told him that he owned her. She would agree to any requirement he made of her.

"After you shower and get dressed, forgather me downstairs for a cup of coffee."

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the way, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her exhibitor and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a piping hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much trouble her curiosity has gotten her into.

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

"What the hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't shimmer dumb with me. You are just one of a 12 albumen women who come to my club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black cock. I am beginning to think it is every albumen woman's fantasy to ingest a big black cock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

"Even though you are frightened to end right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can arrive 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 final night. She took fooling a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the mesa and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for more blackened stopcock ! Answer me right this bit !"

Abby kept her read/write head down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in brusque rapid burst. she answered in a low, terrified voice, `` Yes. ``

Tyrell reached across the board 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 time lag to come back here for more black-market cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

"That's your cut from endure Night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand clam for your amercement white pussy. 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 variety of common whore ?"

'' Honey…there is zippo commons about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of music of blank pussy, and rich black men are uncoerced to pay a thousand one dollar bill each just to sample your beautiful snowy ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would expend an additional five hundred one dollar bill just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

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

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

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

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

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

"You don't have to occupy about that, my dear. Our Negroid city manager is a frequent customer and comes in here various times a workweek. He has standing gild that no Cop can set animal foot on these premiss without my permit. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to fuck the Mayor for innocent occasionally, but that's component part of doing occupation in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you revel my fine white pussycat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to delight it many more fourth dimension 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 blessed sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''