Training Young Employees



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.