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 It had been a busy Friday night at the store.  In fact, the past two weeks
had been pretty good.  Toys, DVD's, and lingerie had flown off of the
shelves.  Art Evans was going to give bonuses, at the end of the month, to
the full-time employees.  He February was always good; this February
exceeded expectations.

   Art leaned on the office door and watched Sabrina wrap up a teddy for a
woman.  It was close to closing time.  She made one more sale at the
register and then Art gave her the signal.  Another clerk took the
register, and Sabrina went and stood by the door, unlocking and locking it
as each customer left.  When the last customer departed, Sabrina locked to
door for good and turned off the front lights.  She headed to the register
to close the receipts for the night.

   Art watched the girl move.  She had a nice wiggle on her ass, her
breasts shook just enough to be interesting, and she had a lot of grace in
her movements.  The navy blue leggings she was wearing accented everything.
They were very tight, and showed the shape of her legs nicely.  The white
blouse was not quite long enough to hide all of her ass.  Maybe tonight he
would make a move.

   Art waited until the other clerks left, and he and Sabrina were the only
two in the store.  He locked the back door; she was still balancing the
register.  He moved to the counter across from her.

   "Well," he said, grinning, "we sold some more of those giant dildos
today.  Mostly the black ones seem to sell.  I told you they would move,
Sabrina."

   "I'm just a bit surprised," she said.  "I never thought they would
move."

   "Well," Art said, grinning, "they are modeled after a real cock.  And I
think a lot of white women are curious about black cocks.  This way, they
can make believe without trying the real thing."

   "I still can't believe some men, black or otherwise, come close to that
size," remarked Sabrina, as she finished with the register.

   "I told you about Mandingos," said Art.  "Gave you a taste a black
street talk."

   "I know you did," said Sabrina.  "I just find it hard to believe a guy
could be near that large." She walked back to the office with the floppy
disc in her hand.  Art followed.

   Sabrina began to load the contents of the floppy into Art's desktop
computer.  Art grinned, closed the office door, and unbuckled his pants. 
He lowered his pants, and then lowered his boxers.  He didn't say a word;
he just stood there grinning.

   Sabrina turned away from the computer to be greeted by the site of a
twelve-inch Mandingo cock.  She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
With her other hand she pushed away from the desk.

   "Mr.  Evans!" she gasped.

   "I told you," Art said, softly, "that Mandingos were real.  You said you
wanted to meet one.  Now you are meeting one.  And this one is real. 
Curious?"

   Sabrina smiled behind her hand.  She was shocked.  She never believed,
for a moment, all of the stories she had heard about black men.  Evidently,
this story was true.  She stared at the oversized penis and smiled.  She
moved from behind the desk and slowly reached, with her right hand, to
touch it.  She stopped about six inches from the tip.

   "Go ahead," said Art, grinning.  "It doesn't bite, and it is quite
real."

   Sabrina slowly reached forward and gently touched the top with her
fingers.  The she gripped it, but not tightly, and began to stroke.  Art
Evans grinned wickedly.  He knew she would want it.