"Ah must apologize," Amanda gasps in a southern drawl. "Somebody is following me and ah need to find somewhere safe."
"Ain't nowhere more safe than here, little girl," the man said with a smile. "Come around back, I'll make you some tea."
Amanda smiled appreciatively and went around the counter. The man led her in the back and started brewing some tea. Amanda looked tentatively around the cramped little apartment. It was dusty and quite repellant. She wasn't sure if she liked the big city as much as she thought she would.
"This will really help you relax," the man assured her as the small kitchenette filled with a pungent earthy smell. "You know, white girls seem to find their way to my little apartment here quite often. Don't know why, they just do."
Amanda nodded with a weak smile as he handed her the cup. She drank of the liquid, tentatively at first but then with bigger sips, and finally gulps. "May I have some more?" she asked.
He smiled. "Yeah, I thought you'd like it," he said as he refilled her cup. "Can't say I like it too much, but you white girls sure drink it down. I bought it off an old witch doctor I knew in the bayou. I'm from the South originally, just like you." He smiled as Amanda began slurping down the brew.
Amanda finished a second cup, then a third. Something in the tea gave her an exhilerating rush. She wasn't scared or nervous anymore, just thirsty. As she lowered the cup from her lips the final time, she was startled to see a big veiny cock thrust inches from her face. The fat man smirked at her and thrust it towards her lips.
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