Sabrina stood naked, leaning against Art's desk and sipping a coffee.  Art, the adult storeowner, a middle-aged black man with a belly and a giant cock, had just fucked her silly.  Not once, but twice.  He kept his shirt on and never got naked.  Then he swatted her ass a few times when she went to get the two of them coffee.  Now, back in the office, the pair was sipping coffee and Art was dressed.  Sabrina was still basking in the warm glow of the sex.

"So," said Art, grinning, "you just had your first Mandingo.  You like it?  You want some more?"

"Oh, it was okay," said Sabrina, giggling.

In response, Art crossed the room, set down the coffee, and grabbed her nipples.  He pinched and twisted, and he pinched and twisted hard.

"Just okay?" asked Art.

Sabrina gasped, and stood on her right foot.  When Art kept pinching, she rose to her toes.  Art pinched and twisted, and kept pinching and twisting.  He saw the point of her breast begin to turn red.  He gave the nipples one more hard, vicious twist and then released them.

"Just okay?" he asked again.

Sabrina gasped and then caught her breath.  The pain was exquisite.  "Okay, it was great," she said, after she had regained her composure.  

"I have a hotel were we can meet in the future," said Art, grabbing his coffee with his right hand.  He continued the nipple play with his left, tweaking and giving her soft pinches.  He moved from nipple to nipple.  "The rooms are nice, and it is a lot more comfortable.  You will go there, and I will meet you.  How does that sound?  It will be better than the office floor."

"Sounds like a plan," said a smiling Christine.

"I like lingerie," said Art.  "Especially white girls in baby dolls.  I'll buy you some to wear.  You go to the room first, and have it on when I show up.  Okay?"

"Sounds like fun," said Sabrina, and she finished her coffee.

The pair made arrangements for their next meeting.  Art watched Sabrina dress then let her out for the night.  He had a second cup of coffee.  This white girl was fine, and she enjoyed sex.  Art had some ideas as to how to use her, and then he would cut her loose.  But he was pretty sure that she would never want a white cock again.