Who's the Boss

For the past twelve years, I have worked at a small manufacturing plant in my town. After five years of dedicated, loyal service I was promoted to foreman and just a few months ago after my boss retired, the owner chose me to be the new plant manager. I'm proud that I achieved this before I hit 40 (I'm 38). I've been married for 10 years and have two young kids. Life has been pretty good to me so far. It's been an easy job so far; we only employ around 40 people and many of them have been here for years. Everyone gets along for the most part and we don't have a lot of turnover, mainly because the pay is so good here you would have to be a fool to get yourself fired.

Unfortunately, from time to time we do have to let go of a person who isn't pulling their own weight, missing too many days or because their attitude sucks. I hadn't had to fire anyone until it was decided to let Tyrone go. Tyrone Childs is a 23-year-old black male who has one of those racial chips on his shoulder. You know the type; he causes all kinds of problems and blames it on the fact that he is black. Now we have many fine workers here who are black and Hispanic, but Tyrone has been written up several times and disciplined about his attitude, production and tardiness. At the last management meeting my three foremen informed me that everyone on the line has been great except for Tyrone. He has still been late a few times and argues when you point out his tardiness and production problems.

It is customary with us to let a person go at the end of the day Friday, so they may get a full week pay. As the plant was calling it a day, I had a foreman go to Tyrone to tell him to come to my office. It was about 5:10 when he showed up. My secretary was just saying goodbye to me when he came to my door.

"Have a good weekend Lori." I told my secretary. "Come in Tyrone, have a seat" I tell him. Lori closed the door even though there was nobody else in the office and the plant was quickly emptying for the weekend. My office is good sized, maybe around 25x25 feet, with a large oak desk and a few chairs inside. He pulled the chair dead center in front of me, already in an agitated state.

"Man, I hope you ain't about to fire me." Tyrone barks out.

"Well the fact is Tyrone; we are going to have to let you go because..."

"Oh man, this is bullshit!" He interrupted.

"Now look Tyrone, this isn't up for discussion!" I shot back, I decided to play this firmly. The truth was this was the first time I had to fire a person. As foreman, we can report and suggest when one of our workers should be let go, but the responsibility to let an employee was always the plant manager's. Deep inside, I was a little nervous. I expected Tyrone to get upset, he has a reputation of being a hothead and always argued the point, even if he was dead wrong.

"So, I missed a few days, so what! I know of some of the white guys here that have missed more days than me." I knew he would make race an issue.

"You have eight call outs this year, in just 7 months. Tyrone, nobody has more than five, see for yourself." I threw him the printed-out reports to prove it to him, I came prepared for battle.

"So, when my kid gets sick, I can't take him to the doctor?"

"How many of those absences were because you took your kid to the doctor?"

"Once or twice." Tyrone answered.

"What happened the other times." I retorted.

"So, I'm being fired for missing a few too many days?" Tyrone tried to switch tactics.

"That and your poor performance on the assembly line." I threw him another report detailing how his numbers were the worse in the plant. He didn't even look at the paper, he just simply shook his head.

"Man, I guess I'll just have to file a sexual complaint charge against you then!" Tyrone threatened.

My anger hit a boiling point, "What the hell are you talking about?" I screamed.

"You know exactly what I mean... in the bathroom." Suddenly it hit me. Nearly a month ago, I entered the plant's bathroom and saw Tyrone using one of the urinals. I noticed he was a step or two away from the urinal then from where I usually would stand, I went up to the urinal next to him and glanced over wondering why he was so far from it. I got my answer. Tyrone's cock was an eyeful, quite large and impressive. I wondered what a woman would do with a cock like that and got caught up with staring at it. My next words were a complete reaction and a mistake. "Damn, Tyrone your fucking hung!" Tyrone simply finished pissing and stuck his monster back in his pants, and left the bathroom without saying a word.

I looked out my office window and saw the empty parking lot, but for our two cars. I realized that he might just have me in a bad position. In my mind I was panicking, I jumped to my feet and shouted. "You think anyone is going to believe that story. I will deny I ever said anything." I could see the gears turning in his mind, I think I had him. "Now get your things and get out of my plant. Your fired!"

Tyrone paused a second and looked right at me. I expected him to take a swing at me and I stepped back when he shot from the chair unto his feet and suddenly climbed up on my desk, standing on it.

"Get down!" I yelled. "Have you lost your fucking mind?" Suddenly Tyrone unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. Just like in the bathroom, it was semi-erect, yet already a good 7 or 8" and very thick. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted. My voice was full of anger but my eyes were fixated on his cock, which he was starting to stroke.

"Yeah, white boy. You might be the boss out on that floor but I see that look in your eyes. Just like the look you had that day when you first saw my wad." As he spoke and jerked it, his cock grew inch by inch, slowly.

"Tyrone, I'm happily married. I am not gay!" I protested, trying to convince him I wasn't looking at his cock like that, even though I probably was.

"Yeah, I knew that first day, you saw this big cock of mine and you've been dreaming about it, wanting to touch it...and suck it." His words were strong with assuredness. He was confident in his accusations.

I had to get control of the situation and get him off the desk, "You're crazy, get down!" I shouted. Even as I commended him, my eyes were gazed at his large black member, growing in length and thickness. Tyrone took his hand off of it and showed off his erection which he achieved in mere seconds. It was the first time I had seen a hard, black cock and it was just a few feet in front of me. My voice weakened and I was now imploring him, "Please, get down. This is wrong." I began to think of my wife and family, how ashamed if they knew I was looking at a man's penis and the thoughts that were floating in my mind.

Tyrone gave a slight twist of his hips, causing his erect cock to sway in front of me. It did nothing but prove to him and myself that my eyes were completely glued to his cock. Again, in a soft, shaky voice I spoke again but this time it wasn't to get him to stop or return to the floor. "Its's so big...I can't believe how big it is." Easily over 10" long and as thick as a cucumber, the skin on his shaft was dark but the head was lighter like a pinkish, brown color and huge. His balls that he had also pulled out of his pants were monstrous, and tight inside his nut sack.

"Give me your hand."

"Huh?" I was so mesmerized by the sight in front of me, I didn't comprehend his words.

"Your hand motherfucker, give it to me!" He shouted.

Slowly I raised my hand to him, Tyrone snatched my wrist and wrapped my hand around his cock. My fingers weren't able to wrap around his shaft. "Oh wow!" I blurted, as I realized I had his huge black cock in my grip. It felt powerful, with a heaviness and a girth that was simply mind-blowing. It made my adult hand look small. Without hesitation I started to stroke his cock, marveling at the length. "It's unbelievable." I admitted.

"You're turned on, aren't you?" He asked. I remained silent, but continued to massage his cock slowly and with amazement. I was afraid to admit out loud what I was thinking and felt deep inside. "Admit it motherfucker, you like this big, black cock." He asked again.

"Yes! Yes... I do, I do." I finally broke down. "I am turned on by it." Tyrone slowly got off the desk, but I didn't let go of my grip on his cock. When his feet hit the floor, he let his pants fall to his ankles and he sat on the desk. "Suck it white boy." His command shocked me so much I finally took my eyes off his dick and looked at his face in disbelief. I expected to see a smile, as if he was joking but he appeared to be as serious as he could be. I looked back down at the intimidating manhood in my hands and told him, "I can't."

"You can't or you don't want to?" He asked.

While still stroking his cock, I said "I can't, its not right. I have never sucked a cock before." Now there was fear in my voice.

Tyrone put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. I was now on my knees, his unbelievable black cock was closer to my face than it ever had been, mere inches away. He then placed his hand on the back of my head and with the other hand, took his cock from my control. I put my hands on his legs to give me separation between his cock and my mouth, which was a mere ten inches or less. Tyrone started to pull me closer, I protested and tried to push away. "No, no, no." I protested.

"Suck it bitch." He pressed.

"I can't, I can't. It's not right. I've never done this before." I kept repeating but he sensed my caving as I lightened up with pushing him away. Now his cock was a few inches from my mouth. My god, it was huge, so dark was his skin. He overpowered me and my mouth was suddenly on his cock.

"Mmph, mmrph...mummm" my words were muffled as his cock penetrated my lips and stuffed my mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck that black cock." Tyrone said with pleasure. Deeper and deeper it slid in my mouth. I looked over at a cabinet that had a glass door, I could see the reflection on his massive cock penetrating my mouth with me on my knees. The site was one I'll never forget. I started to slide back and forth on it, quickly loosing my inhibition and getting into it. His cock was delicious.

"That's it boss, suck my big black cock. Oh yeah, baby. You like it don't you."

"murthuhmphumph...brubbbrubbb" were the only sounds I could make with his cock completely stuffing my mouth. My hands went from pressed against his legs, pushing him away to gripping his hips and helping me pull towards his cock. Suddenly, Tyrone pulled his cock out of my mouth and begane to rub it all over my face. His head wet with my saliva rubbed my spit all over my face.

"Ohhhh, I love it! I love your big black cock!" I admitted out loud. "Give it to me, feed your cock back into my mouth!" I begged. Still with a grip on the back of my head, he rubbed the head on my face and then back into my hungry mouth. I moaned out loud when it was returned to my mouth.

It was difficult to go down very deep on it. I could only manage about half of his gargantuan wad in my mouth. Every second I grew in enthusiasm and vigor. I have never really thought of sucking on another man's cock but less had any experience with it, but Tyrone's cock woke something deep inside me that shocked me.

"Yeah... you think you so bad, being the boss and all. Telling us black folk what to do and all. Well you about to get a lesson on who the boss really is!" Tyrone grip on my head became both hands and he started to fuck my mouth as he slid off the desk and to his feet. My hands went from his hips to his ass cheeks as I was holding on while he was destroying my mouth with his huge, dense black cock.

My mouth continued to water heavily from the sweet, fleshy taste of his manhood. As it slid out, his shaft was completely coated with my saliva and collected around the rim of my lips as it slid back in my mouth. Soon my chin had collected enough saliva it started to droll off my chin onto my chest and floor. My spit just grew more and more as I savored his big black cock.

"Suck my nuts bitch!" Tyrone suddenly commanded and he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to stroke it high as he exposed his huge balls. I simply complied without hesitation or words and vigorously began to lick & suck them. I lapped them like a thirsty animal desperate for water, moaning out loud as I did so. I sucked on each ball, as just one would fill my mouth. Like his cock, Tyrone's balls were simply bigger than your average male's. Although I had never had my own balls licked and sucked like this, I continued with the best I could imagine he would enjoy, I must have done well because this lasted for around 10 minutes.

Tyrone returned his hefty penis back in my mouth and ordered me to suck it deep. I choked as it slid well past the back of my tongue, into my throat. I could feel his head working down my throat and I spasmed when it did. "No, no stay alive boss. I ain't through with you for a damn second." Tyrone said ominously. He continued to fuck my mouth deep as he complimented my oral skills. "Damn boss, you suck that cock like a bitch. You must really love black cock."

I marveled at his stamina, I must have sucked and licked his cock & balls for over 45 minutes. Throughout the entire time he remained as ridged and steely erect as when we fist started. I wasn't sure how long my mouth could take this torrid pace as my jaws were starting to ache from sucking his thick penis for so long. I was about to get the break I needed in the most shocking way. "You better be glad I had some of this." He said out loud as he pulled me up to my feet. I didn't know what was about to happen but I quickly found out.

Tyrone spun me around and undid my pants and slid them down to my ankles. He positioned me, bent over the desk. I didn't protest, why should I? I was completely in his control and watched in anticipation as he pulled something out of his pants pocket which were now balled up on the floor. What ever was in the tube he rubbed it all over the head of his cock and then on my asshole. It was cold and very slick as he managed a big glob all over my anus.

I knew I was about to get fucked with Tyrone's marvelous ebony weapon. He spread my asscheeks and lined his head with my hole. I gasped out loud as I felt his huge head slip inside me and with a push, he penetrated me. "Fuck! Your cock is so big Tyrone!" I exclaimed.

"No, you call me boss. I'm the boss now motherfucker." His cock slid deeper without much trouble thanks to the copious amount of lube he used. "Who's the boss now!"

"You are!" I squealed, with a mixture of pain and pleasure from being penetrated.

"Who is?" as he picked up the speed with his thrust.

"You are... oh God...you're the boss!" I complied. Tyrone managed to slide nearly all of his 11" black cock in my virgin asshole. No matter how new I was to this he simply refused to go easy on me and fucked me as if I was a veteran slut. He gave my ass long deep thrust immediately and at a fast pace.

"Oh fuck! Oh my God, your fucking the hell out of me!" I said in obvious glee. "Your black cock feels so fucking good!"

"That's it, take that black cock."

"Yes, boss! Fuck my ass!" He must have loved the sound of that because he pulled a drawer out of the side of my desk and planted a foot on it for leverage and went to town on my asshole, fucking it with real power and speed.

"Ohhhhhhh...mmmmmm. Yes! Yes!" was all I could muster. Tyrone might have been a horrible worker but he was a fantastic lover, fucking me expertly and with true purpose. I could hear his hips slapping on my ass and his cock was so deep inside me, pumping my ass like nothing I have ever felt before.

He was simply incredible. I often tried to imagine if I was a good lay for my wife, feeling inadequate at times. Now I knew what fucking really was; with power and speed. Tyrone didn't know it, but he was demonstrating to me what real fucking really was. I lost track with time as my mind drifted to what he was doing to me with his massive cock and the talent he had in using it.

"Am I fired?" Tyrone asked as he fucked me hard & deep.

"I can't..." I tried to protest but it was hard to tell him anything he didn't want to hear while he drilled me like this.

"Am I fired bitch?" Tyrone pulled his entire cock out of my agape hole.

It gave me a chance to catch my breath, but I blurted, "No, no...you can stay! Just keep fucking me!" He slid his cock back deep inside me and continued to fuck me vigorously.

"Say it again. Tell me I can stay."

"Yes, you can stay. I won't fire you."

"With a raise...say it motherfucker, or I pull my dick out for good."

"Yes! Yes, I'll give you a raise. Just fuck me with your big black cock!" I begged. He must have realized where he had me because within a few minutes I felt a tightening deep in my stomach. "Oh no! Oh my God! I'm...I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming!" Although I had not touched my cock the entire time, I felt my cock start to shoot cum under the desk as I was still bent over the top of it. The last time I came like this was during a makeout session with a girlfriend in my youth, I shot a load as we kissed with passion. Tyrone continued to stoke his cock in my ass as I must have shot several long ropes of cum on the floor. It was perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life.

It wasn't long before he picked up the speed even more and pulled his cock out of my ass. He pulled me off of the desk and forced me down again, facing him as he stroked his cock furiously. I watched as his cock spasmed and spurted out stream after milky stream of his cock all over my face, coating it with several layers of black semen. When he finished, Tyrone simply put his pants back on, zipped up and walked out of my office saying "See you Monday...boss."

I sat there kneeling, completely in shock with what just happened. I cleaned my face and the floor of all our cum and straightened myself up. I drove home in disbelief and in bewilderment. This was two months ago. Since then, every Friday, Tyrone has come by to give me a weekly dose of intense interracial stress therapy. Although I am the boss, every Friday for about an hour, he is my boss and I love it.