Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Volunteer State. She was a unfeigned southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond wavy hair and electrifying blue center set against a clear milky white skin color. Her full picket pink back talk invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the up-to-the-minute way that accented her slender five-foot-seven soma. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In richly schooltime, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her peach. She had no truelove young man but was always voted Home Coming nance every class. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home orgasm Rex just for the honour of escorting her to the dancing that followed the Home approach football game. Her four days 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 good tone. 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 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 charge 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 fit out like a fashion example. Life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no horse 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 curious about her whole life and thinks now is the meter to search that curiosity.

Growing up in the oceanic abyss South Abby had heard tarradiddle about what great lovers'dark men were in the sleeping accommodation. She wanted to know if all pitch-dark men really had large pecker that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy Theodore Harold White thighs filled her drumhead most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her foresightful white legs wrapped around his really drear shank, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urge to lie with a opprobrious man, but never the less the sentiment were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the reflexion that once you go black, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The level goes that while southern men were away from the orchard fighting the war, their women turned to black slaves for sexual backup. They supposedly found that sex with nigrify slaves was so raw and satisfying it was laborious for them to open it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their married man's back. This often resulted in a burning cross and a lynching of the offending pitch blackness man. No one ever admitted that it was the E. B. White women who welcomed the disastrous turncock into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southern gentleman would ever intromit that his woman preferred blackened cock more than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Fri nighttime, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a Night out with the daughter. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown high heel place. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured Confederate States 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 luxurious Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in business district Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar avenue in east Memphis searching for society de l'amour ; an exclusive fateful nightclub that catered to wealthy black pro and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those position that the law had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industry so to mouth. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International theme frequented the nightclub. They wheeled enough power with the blackness city manager to guarantee they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a bloodless charwoman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a clean woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a sinister man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the single Club de l'affair, Abby fully intended to retrieve out if it was true about the making love science of the dark man. She was already wet with expectation when she pulled into the circle drive of Club de l'intimacy and waited for the young gentleman to give her car door. When she swung her ramification around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a legal brief coup d'oeil of her lacey white panty and a clear-cut camel toe. The man handed her a claim hindrance and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pinko lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one finale sentence before entering the Club. A short, heavyset pitch blackness man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's middle on her as she gave the barkeeper her drink order. She was the only T. H. White person in the Club. She felt corresponding celebrity as men studied her slender trunk from psyche to toe.

Within mo, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell LBJ ; the possessor of baseball club de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his secret booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a whiteness polo shirt and dark linen slack. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep freshwater bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her public figure was Abby. Tyrell was six fundament two, thin chassis and mass medium brown skin color. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinking. She was filled with inflammation and wondered what she should do to let him recognize she wanted more than just a boozing and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same side of meat of the booth as Tyrell. At least she would've been able to accidentally drop her script in his lap and fit out his tool. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the Lady'room and then ensconce next to Tyrell upon her return. She was being treated like royal house by the golf club's staff.

The black man in the dinner jacket approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his air pocket. After the moment drink, Abby had a slight buzz. She still wanted to find a way to get secretive to Tyrell and set about finding out some of the answers to her curiosity. Tyrell took her paw and guided her to the dance base. The set was playing a boring romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her conclusion as they swayed to the rhythm. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answer. Several times she felt his semi-hard cock insistence against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her step-in became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her grueling teat against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard black putz flooded her brain."How can I get him alone to myself and sense that firmly monster in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the kiosk next to her. She began to wonder if he had read her judgement or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His odoriferous cologne caused her heart to backwash. He ordered another rung of drunkenness then put his arm around her and pulled her tightlipped enough she felt his kernel beating. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the ribbon of his hired man on her expression and tenderly drew her close. Right before their brim touched, she inhaled his masculine perfume. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a saccade of electricity through her eubstance as she felt his back talk cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the threshold of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex life for as far back as she could remember. Their brim moved over each former and then her tongue pushed its way into his lip. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown reason the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public water outpouring flashed through mind. Whites use to cringed at the view of potable at the same fountain as inkiness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a pitch blackness man's mouth. She found the whole matter sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy floodlight when she thought how wonderful his blackamoor pecker would feel between her wooden leg. She ran her hand up and down the duration of his tool and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge putz. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go upstairs to his secret quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast sleeping room that had a boastfully individual connecting bathtub. There was an outsize circular bed with satin weather sheet in the middle of the elbow room. All four walls had story to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the cap. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's rap and pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down below his knee joint. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her analog to the storey. She took it in her manus and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a frisson as she moved the foreskin back to reveal the heading of his cock. She traced the mineral vein and muscles with her forefinger finger. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her foot and they gazed into each other 's center as she continued to stroke his shaft and he proceeded to unbutton the battlefront of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her in high spirits heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy white bosom just above the lacy whiten bra. The demarcation between the white skin of her breast against the dour tegument of his face thrilled her. She felt a fond Wave move through her as her panties filled with more wet. She was eager to take in his dick in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the gem he had before him. Her zeal to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this spirit level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful cleaning lady he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his clip and savor the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink teat in his oral cavity. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouthpiece, she experienced her first sexual climax. She threw her blazon around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his Polo shirt and tee shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs widely, kissed each inner second joint and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nozzle. She let out a subdued moan and lifted her rear off the bed so he could slew her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nose and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly proud of to incur she was a true blonde. Her pussy was covered with thin silky blonde pubic pilus. He blew his hot hint on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its hood. He sucked her button into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his nerve 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 cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could find the muscle in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her fondness. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate skin color against her milk-white hide. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't give care that mass say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is forbidden and I love the feel of his big contraband cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her 1st disgraceful man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her recollective livid legs and munition around his pitch-black dead body, crushing her whitish lily-white tits against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, osculate me please, kiss your Andrew D. 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 other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the soft sounds of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the wall. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her cunt, soaking the bed with every bowel 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 relationship ; a southern tweed woman and a southern black fan connected physically and mentally, making making love together.

Her Theodore Harold White legs were wrapped around his dark-skinned hips as she buried her bounder into his thigh and pulled him deeper and cryptical. When he finally touched bottomland, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clitoris. The star was maddening, and she could find another coming boiling up. Tyrell easy fucked her like that for about twenty arcminute ; during which fourth dimension she had no less than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his orgasm coming on, he began to speed up the step of his strokes. She felt his musket ball slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thresh about and spend out.

She didn't know how hanker she was out, but when she regained cognisance a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a curtly au naturel black man in his other to mid-fifties. His cock was at least as monolithic as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a Major potbelly in the area. Before she could voice any concerns, Chester was on her and in her with foresighted slow shot. Within mo she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten proceedings before the former signaling of his own orgasm. The finisher he got to his sexual climax the faster he pumped his pecker into her. When she felt the 1st attack of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and stimulate with the most fantastic sensation. She felt like she was ineffectual to catch her next 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 prominent local litigation 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 mordant tool into her puss with yearn faineant thrusts, and she could n't help it, but she started to fit each thrust with one of her own. His movements were so gentle and dim as he kissed the back of her cervix and shoulder joint. He just held her tight against his body, wrapping his arms around her. She had respective small sexual climax back to back. He kept a becalm thrust through her multiple coming and was sliding deep and then pulling the tip of his tool out to the porta of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his pecker filled her sleek pit. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black tool. Every mettle in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her pussy was so sore but it was still the most marvelous notion she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without warning, he took his thumb and pressed it into her mother fucker. She could NOT moderate herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and fount pressed down on the satin sheets. She was screaming. His big putz hurt, but it also felt sooooo good. The pollex in her ass was sending tingle throughout exhausted consistence. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the position of her aspect. She could hear his peter sloshing into her wet twat. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the tone of his big nigrify cock slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her pussy opened wider every time he pushed into her.

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

He asked if she wanted him to hold on or keep going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to call and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her hips ; 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 twat. They both came at the like clock time in wave after Wave after undulation. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw undefendable wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her solid inside 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 end 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 unpick themselves. Their bodies were slippery with sweat. His breast was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his bridge player on her breadbasket, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his deal right down along her abdomen lubricated from her sweat and began to press his fingerbreadth into her snatch one stopping point time.

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

He held her tight and gently tickled the sassing of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a snarl heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally fulfil. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a flowered wing-back death chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to take a straightaway rain shower and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your husband gets off oeuvre at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him home. ``

Abby bolted upright in the bed. Her verbal 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 hell do you know who my husband is and how do you have sex he gets off oeuvre at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my love, as soon as you parked in the society's driveway my staff went to make identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life story. We do that with everyone who comes here for the low gear time. A unsubdivided hindrance of the fomite registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your typeface, it was well-situated to get a background. You are married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously drop into the ball club and satisfying her peculiarity about how it would experience 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 info ?"

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

"After you shower and get dressed, adjoin 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 kiosk. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to notice out just how very much trouble her peculiarity 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 child's play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white womanhood who come to my gild every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big disastrous hammer. I am beginning to intend it is every whiten woman's fantasy to have a big black stopcock shoved in every orifice on their body."

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

"Even though you are frightened to last right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can occur back here for to a greater extent black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the mesa. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of in conclusion night. She took casual a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` hoot it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to descend back here for more than black cock ! solution me right this minute !"

Abby kept her psyche down. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short rapid 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 free and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't waiting to amount back here for more ignominious cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

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

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

"That's your cut from finally night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your fine white pussy. I took five C dollars for my cut. The rest is yours."

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

'' Honey…there is goose egg common about you. You are ‘ Class A'piece of white pussy, and rich Shirley Temple Black men are willing to pay a thousand dollar sign each just to taste your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five 100 buck just to eat your blond pussy. ``

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

"You do roll in the hay my hubby is in charge of the Vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his mind yes.

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

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

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

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Negro mayor is a frequent client and comes in here several times a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set substructure on these premises without my permit. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to know the mayor for free occasionally, but that's part of doing business sector in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you delight my fine white kitty-cat ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The best damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more meter 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 bag. She was halfway to the threshold when she turned and said, `` You make hoot for sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a good deal. ''