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Subject: Training Young Employees
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This is a fictional story. It is not about minors nor is it intended
for them. It includes force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are
offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to
read.
The manager of the burger shop I work in got sick one night and had to
go home early. He left me in charge, because he thought I could manage
things - but I wasn't sure.
The night shift was staffed with a bunch of hard, young, loud black and
Mexican males, their hormones raging and their "hommies" standing
around
egging them on - wanting to talk to girls. How would I get these boys
to shape up and teach them who was in charge?
There was this one skinny young employee working for me, his name was
Tyrone. He was about 18 and was goofing off more than the others. I
thought he was
setting a bad example.
His pants were sagging below his waistline, and his ghetto lips
were flapping in a white girl's ear.
She smiled while he flirted with her. It was more than I could take. I
had to break things up.
"C'mere, Tyrone - I got a job for you."
Ghetto boy gave me a frown and sulked over to where I was.
"What you want, man?"
"I want you to address me properly, that's the first thing I
want."
"What you mean, 'properly'?"
"I'm your boss tonight, so you have to call me 'sir'"
They boy just frowned.
I turned and started walking to the storage room in the basement, "The
next thing I want you to do is help me move some boxes."
It took awhile, but then I heard his heavy Timberland boots clomping
down the wooden steps behind me.
I was annoyed that he was so slow about it.
Once he got to the bottom of the stairs he looked around at the dirty
storage room, strewn
with empty boxes.
I motioned at the mess all over the floor, "Okay, you have a choice.
You can either spend all night cleaning up these boxes, or you can do
some employee attitude training I have in mind."
The brown-faced lad looked puzzled, "What you mean 'employee attitude
trainin'?"
"That's simple, Tyrone, you've got a bad attitude and I want to help
you to fix it."
The ghetto boy pouted.
I continued cautiously, "The first thing you have to learn is proper
deference to your employer."
He still looked confused.
"And the way you show proper deference is by getting down on your
knees and sucking your boss's cock."
The young black boy wheeled around on his heels and headed for the
stairs, "Oh, hell naw. I aint suckin no one's dick."
I remained calm, "Your choice is either to show me deference, or clean
this storage room all night and get your street clothes all dirty, or
get fired so you can't buy any street clothes to attract young
ladies. You decide."
I turned away as if I had lost interest in the subject.
The boy let out an audible whimper. "I'm gonna tell the manager you
tried to make me suck your dick."
I just laughed. "Do that and he'll probably give me a raise. It's
about time somebody brought some order to this place."
Tyrone stared at the broom and dust pan.
He looked around nervously, and then grabbed his crotch for courage. He
spoke in a barely audible voice, "Okay, but none of my homies better
catch me doin this."
I could see this was really getting to him. He took a deep sigh,
"where do you want me to do this?"
I was feeling cocky, now. "Oh, right here 'homeboy.'"
I threw a thick towel down on the dusty floor. "I want you to get down
on your knees and service this big white cock - use the towel and you
won't get your jeans messed up."
The boy frowned. He sank to his knees on the towel. I slowly undid my
pants and pulled out my thick limp white cock. I rubbed it on his
thick brown lips.
"Get it hard for me, 'homeboy'."
Tyrone turned his red baseball cap backwards. I grabbed the back of his
head and pushed his face to my cock. "Kiss that dick."
I felt his warm black lips pressing gently against my dick. My cock
started getting hard and I slid it into his mouth.
"Suck on that dick, nigger."
I held his head tight and started pumping my dick in his mouth. He
started sucking. I held his head tight and pumped my cock harder, using
his brown lips like a nigger pussy.
"Suck it boy, suck it. You want to keep wearing nice clothes? Keep
sucking my dick."
I could see he was starting to get into it. He must have liked the idea
of someone having power over him for a change. He must have appreciated
the discipline he never had at home. But the promise of money to buy
more new clothes obviously helped.
His warm thick lips slid up and down my hard white shaft - "yeah, use
those lips. That's what those lips are good for. Your mama would be
proud of you."
I rubbed my sweaty pubes in that nigger's face. My hairy balls slapped
his chin. I heard him gagging on my dick.
"Suck it, nigger. Suck it. What do think those bitches upstairs would
think if they saw your lips wrapped around my hard white cock instead
of talking trash in their ears?"
He tried to mumble a response but I pushed my dick further down his
throat, making him gag. "Shut the fuck up nigger, and keep working on
my cock. Nobody asked you for your opinion. That's the problem with you
young niggers today, you always talk too much."
I kept pumping my hard cock between his thick black lips. It felt so
good I wanted to cum right then and there.
I heard him gulping down saliva and precum. "Nod your head, nigger, to
let me know you love sucking white cock."
I had to chuckle when he obediently nodded his while his lips were
firmly wrapped around my throbbing bone. He was learning.
I slowly pulled my fully hard penis out of his mouth and pushed my
hairy balls against his lips. "Kiss my balls, boy. Kiss your boss'
sweaty balls."
I felt him gently kissing my balls, just like he was told to do. "Now
lick 'em. Lick those baby-makers. Lick the balls I use to breed your
mama and give her light-skinned babies."
The nigger whimpered in humiliation, but stuck out his hot wet tongue
and washed by balls in his saliva.
"yeah, thatta boy."
I kept my balls in his black mouth because his hot tongue felt so good
on them.
Then I Pressed his face against the shaft of my hard white cock. That
boy was making me shake with pleasure. I grunted and groaned while I
made him serve me. He cleaned my sweaty nuts and kissed them for good
measure.
I couldn't control myself any longer. I had a brief spasm and let out a
loud sigh, shooting thick loads of hot white cum all over the nigger's
face and baseball cap.
He seemed started and jerked his head back, but I shot a second load
square between his eyes.
I watched the thick cum drip down his brown face and off of his thick
lips.
Then I grabbed him by his chin and forced my dick back in his mouth.
"Clean it off. Clean the cum off of your master's white dick."
That ghetto boy obediently sucked my dick clean and licked all the cum
off my balls and pubic hair too.
I stuffed my cock back in my pants and zipped them up real quick. "I
got work to do, nigger. I got a store to run. Get yourself together and
help me upstairs."
I started halfway up the stairs, but then I remembered the towel.
"Stand up boy."
Tyrone grudging stood on his feet, his brown face soaked with my white
cum.
I grabbed the towel off the floor so he wouldn't have anything to
wipe his face off with, and bounded back up the stairs.