Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 05:44:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: "classic2@excite.com" <classic2@excite.com>
Subject: Training a Young Black Employee (interracial/authoritarian)

The following story is a work of fiction. It does not reflect my real
political or social views. If sexual scenes involving male to male
relationships offend you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction.
Don't forget, in real life, you should practice "safe sex."

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Training A Young Black Employee

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 young loud niggers and Mexicans
in their late teens, 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 nigger 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 young 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 gotta call me 'sir'"

"Oh Hell Naw," the hipster shouted. "I don't call no white man
sir."

"You do if you want to keep your job, 'bro'," I said, practically
spitting in his face.

I turned and walked down the stairs to the storage room - not sure if
he would follow - and called over my shoulder,

"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.

"Good boy," I said.

His eyes flared with anger at that.

Once he got to the bottom of the stairs, in the dirty basement strewn
with empty boxes, I said, "Okay, now you have a choice; look around.
You can either spend all night cleaning up these boxes, or you can do
some employee training."

The brown-faced lad looked puzzled, "What you mean 'employee
trainin'?"

"That's simple, Tyrone," I said, "Employee training is just
something you have to go through in order to get the right attitude
about working and obeying your boss."

The ghetto boy pouted, "What you talkin' bout?"

"Well, for you, Tyrone, I've got a special kind of 'employee
training,'" I couldn't suppress a grin, "I want you to get down
on your knees and start working on my dick like a nice young ghetto boy
should for his white master."

The young nigger wheeled around on his heels like he was loosing his
balance, "What th' fuck? I aint suckin no white man's dick!"

"Your choice then," I calmly smiled.

I eyed his nice clean jeans and the pressed nylon shirt under his
kitchen apron. That boy wasn't expecting to do any real work tonight.
He was just planning to flirt with those white girls after his young
black cock, and to pick up a paycheck.

"I'll see to it that you get your boots and jeans good and
dirty," I said, "cleaning out this basement. That's what you're
gonna have to do if you don't get busy Right Now and stick my white
dick in your mouth."

The nigger let out an audible whimper. "I'm gonna tell the manager
you tried to make me suck your dick."

"He won't believe you - but he WILL believe ME when I tell him
you should be fired for insubordination because you wouldn't clean
out this basement. See, Tyrone - you thought you were going to get
some white pussy tonight, but instead all you're gonna get is a
mouthful of white cock; either that, or you'll have to do some Real
Work for a change."

I turned to get him a broom and dust pan.

The boy looked down nervously. Then he spoke in a low voice, "Okay,
where do you want to do this?"

"Oh, right here 'homeboy.'" I said confidently. I threw a
thick towel down on the dusty floor. "Get on your knees and service
this white cock - use the towel and you won't get your jeans messed
up."

The boy sank to his knees on the towel and I slowly undid my pants. I
pulled out my thick limp white cock and started rubbing it on his full
nigger lips.

He wore a red baseball cap worn backwards. I grabbed the back of his
head and pushed it to my cock. "Kiss that dick, nigger."

I felt "homeboy's" warm black lips pressed against my dick. My
cock started getting hard and I slid it into his mouth.

"Oh, suck on that dick, nigger."

I held his head tight and started pumping my dick in his mouth. Slowly
he started sucking, but it was weak at first. I held his head tighter
and pumped my cock hard, using his brown lips like a nigger pussy.

"Suck it nigger boy, suck it."

I could see he was starting to get into it. He must have liked the idea
of someone having power over him.

All he could do is let out a muffled mumble. His warm thick lips slid
up and down my shaft - "yeah, that's what those lips were made
for. Suck on this white man's dick. Your mama would be proud."

I rubbed my sweaty pubes in that nigger's face. My hairy white balls
slapped his chin. I heard him gag.

"Suck it, nigger. Suck it. What do think those bitches upstairs would
say if they saw your nigger lips being used to service a white man's
cock?"

He tried to mumble some more but I pushed my dick further down his
throat and said, "Shut the fuck up black boy, and keep working on my
cock. That's the problem with you niggers, you always talk too
much."

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 the nigger dutifully nodded his nappy head while
he kept his lips firmly around my throbbing bone.

I slowly pulled my fully hard penis out of his mouth and pushed my
hairy balls against his lips. "Kiss my balls, nigger. Kiss your
master's sweaty white balls."

I felt that nigger boy gently kissing my balls like a slave who has
learned to respect his master's power over him. "Now lick 'em,
nigger. Lick those white baby-makers. Lick the balls I use to breed
your mama and give her light-skinned babies."

The nigger whimpered some more, but stuck out his hot wet tongue and
washed by balls in his saliva.

"yeah, thatta boy."

I kept my balls in that nigger's mouth because his hot tongue felt so
good.

Then I Pressed his black face against the shaft of my hard white cock.
That nigger boy was making me shake with pleasure. I grunted and
groaned while I made that black boy serve me. He cleaned my sweaty
white nuts and kissed them for good measure.

I couldn't control myself. I had a brief spasm and let out a loud
sigh, shooting thick loads of hot white cum all over that nigger's
face and baseball cap.

He seemed started and jerked his head back, but I shot a second load
square between his eyes.

"You're looking good, nigger," I said while I watched the thick
cum dripping down his brown face and off of his thick lips.

I grabbed the boy by his chin and forced my dick back in his mouth.
"Clean it off, nigger. Clean the cum off of your master's white
cock."

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 thought I better see if my
little lesson had taken hold. "Oh yeah, now who's your master,
black boy?"

The nigger sheepishly replied, "You is, Sir."

I smiled and bounded up the rest of the stairs, "Good boy. Even a
tough young ghetto nigger can learn. I like that."

The boy was still on his knees when I left. His brown face was covered
with white man cum, but his dick was hard so I know that he was happy.