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I was doing some shoe shopping downtown this week, when I was approached by an Armani-clad businessman.  His European accent made my pussy twitch, and I damn near came when he told me that he thought I was sexy.  He said I looked just like the kind of woman he needed to spend some time with, and he handed me his card.  I called that evening, and he gave me directions to his office, for lunch the next day.

I should have known a man of such distinction wouldn’t want to take my black ass out in public with him!  I was dressed really nice and pretty, but we weren’t going out.  He had a bucket of fried chicken in his office waiting for me.  He gave me a du-rag to wrap my hair, and told me to only refer to him as Master.  Most nigger bitches would have been mad enough to leave, but I was too excited.  I wanted to know what he had planned…

He tied my hands behind my back, and rubbed the chicken on me, to make me and my clothes look like the dirty, greasy nigger whore that I am.  He ripped my dress, beat me and raped me!  My poontang creamed all over his beautiful, white cock!

Now, that’s an Afternoon Delight done right!

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