I graduated high school a few years ago and was still living at home. My mother never bothered me about a job at first, but now she is starting to pester me about getting some kind of work. She goes on about how a job is good for you and builds character and so on. We're pretty well to do and live in a great, safe part of town. She reminds me all the time that she didn't have it so well at my age and I will not be a spoiled white kid with no work ethic.
So after some months of no luck finding anything she took it on her behalf to get me a job. My mom had hired a painter to repaint her bedroom and asked if the man could use a helper. I knew he would say yes just so he could pick me up and drop me off. He loved talking to my mom. She looks good for her age at 45.
My new boss was a 50 year old black man, chubby and tall but professional. He lived 30 minutes from my house so I knew he was doing my mom a favor to get on her good side. I don't know if she would ever have sex with this guy, but he would politely flirt and she didn't object.
So I help him finish up painting my mom's room and he says he'll be back the next morning early to pick me up. He's got a rental house he needs to paint before anyone can move in. Tomorrow's Friday and I'll be getting my first paycheck. My mom is proud of herself.
The ride to the job was uneventful until I started noticing what part of town we'd be in. I'm not racist but if something bad came up on the news, this was the place it usually happened in. It was a run down area hit hard by the economy and any white people you see are usually driving through to get to work. Not many live around this part of town. I had been somewhat sheltered growing up. I was even more nervous when the house seemed right in the middle of what I perceived to be the slums.
We get out of his truck and start toward the house. He sees my anxiety even though I'm trying to hide it. We go inside and see that the previous tenants have left a mess of random piles of clothes and trash. He tells me to get some trash bags out of the truck and he starts making calls on his phone.
When I come back in he points to the trash and I begin to bag it all up as I hear him trying to borrow a trailer from one of his friends. He hangs up his phone to tell me he's gonna leave me here and get a trailer to load all this junk. He'll be gone about an hour so he can get some supplies while he's out.
He must have seen a little bit of fear in my eyes at the thought of being alone. He cracked a little smile and said no one would fuck with me here. This was his house he rented out. No one fucks with his property. So he left and after he was gone I realized why he didn't need a key to get in. The locks where broken. So much for not fucking with his property.
As I cleaned I thought a little more about how he said the word Property. They clearly fucked up this house. Was he trying to be funny by saying he can protect me? Now I feel more helpless. Now I wish he was here. My mind raced as I continued clean, trying to take my mind off of it. I felt like the white boy in a prison movie or something. Now the thought that I needed protecting had me feeling small and trapped.
From the back of the house I hear the front door open. Thank God I thought. He's back and I can stop worrying. Then the feeling of being in need of him to keep me safe was a blow to my ego. Like a girl that needed saving. I hated it.
I went to the front of the house to find a tall skinny black man picking through a pile of clothes with his back turned to me. He hadn't seen me yet and my heart raced alittle. Who the fuck! My big boss isn't here to run him off. I try to hide in a bathroom. This fear is stupid I thought. Not everyone is out to rob me or whatever. This is stupid. Be a man.
I heard the doorknob turn and the door swung open. I had been standing in the dark until he flipped the switch. My eyes readjusted to the light as he saw a startled white boy in front of him. He asked me what I was doing there and I explained about my job and my boss returning any minute. He smiled as he said that he'll have to make it quick then.
"Sit on the toilet." he said as he made himself larger in the doorway. "For what! I don't have any money. Just leave and I won't say anything about you breaking in here." I shot back. He came at me in one step and out of fear I sat on the edge of the tub.
"That's okay with me if you wanna sit there" He moved another step in and began the fumble with his belt. "Now your white ass is gonna suck this dick or this belt is gonna whip your ass down. You understand that White Boy?".
I couldn't have prayed more for my boss to show up. His dick was poking out of the front of his boxers as his pants hit the floor. He had his belt in his right hand getting ready to make a strike if I didn't listen to him. He gave me another warning and told me I better get my pretty mouth open. A tear flowed down my cheek as I imagined my big strong boss coming in to save me.
He smacked me across the face with an open hand a said I'll get the belt next if I don't start sucking. The sound of the smack and his deep voice echoing into the tub behind me. His cock was getting harder as his anger grew. I leaned in closer, fearing the belt. The head of his dick started to peek through his foreskin. The uncut skin rolled back into a veiny shaft that stretched 8 inches to his boxers.
More tears as I trembled closer and began to open my mouth. I looked past him to see if my protector would show at the last second. He was not there. I felt an open hand on the back of my head pull me towards the head of a black cock. His other hand dropped the belt and began to pull back the skin and reveal a great purple mushroom. He held it to take aim.
The soft ridge of his cock head pushed past my lips and my tongue pushed up on his hard shaft. I expected him to jamb my throat at any second. I now had one hand on each side of my head as he pushed in and out going deeper with each moan echoing back to me in this bathroom. He pulled out to drop his boxers and I looked again for my savior but nothing.
He smacked my forehead with his dick and I could see his big hanging balls swinging. My instructions were to open my mouth and look up at him. He landed his cock on my tongue and sank it to my throat. His face grimaced and stayed that way as he began to saw into me. His eyes stayed locked on mine and my tears now came from the choking his big cock inflicted.
