I was late again. As usual. My boss, a hairy, pot-bellied guy in his fifties, had a scowl waiting for me in the middle of his thick black eyebrows. I could never pronounce his full name, so I called him Jan like everyone else did.
"You have to take this job more seriously, Tara," he said in his thick voice, wagging an equally thick, hairy finger. I nodded, and he sighed. "Business has been slow of late. I'm thinking of letting go of some people."
I sighed heavily. We had this kind of conversation almost once every two weeks or so. I kind of knew what was coming, but played along anyway like I always did.
"I understand, Jan. But hopefully, I'm not one of them, am I?"
He shrugged, viewing his stubby fingernails critically, not meeting my eyes. "You're one of my most valuable workers, Tara. A pretty face always brings customers into the shop. But you're almost always late and always the first to leave. I don't know whether I can stand for that for much longer."
"Okay Jan. I'll try to improve. Just please, give me one last chance."
He grunted, meeting my eyes with a narrowed gaze. "I'll think about it. Now go change into your uniform."
I hid a sigh, then walked through the shop to the employee changing room. It was empty, since only I and one other guy worked the evening shift. I quickly pulled off my top and was kicking out of my skirt when I heard the door open behind me. All I had on was my bra and black thongs, and when a hot, meaty hand grabbed one ass cheek, I didn't have to guess who it was. His heavy breathing and unmistakable sweaty scent filled my nostrils.
"You really need to do better if you want to keep working here, Tara," he said huskily, rubbing my ass all the while. "Good jobs are hard to find these days."
I rolled my eyes. Same dialogue. I told him meekly that yes, I knew. I turned to face him and saw him licking his lips as he viewed my semi-nude body in the tiny thongs and lacy black bra. One hand still on my ass, he squeezed a tit with the other. After a few moments, he told me gruffly, "Take my dick out and suck me."
Without a word, I went on my knees and undid his fly. His fat, meaty and short cock popped out from his obscenely hairy pubic area. The hot musky scent from him was almost overpowering, but I ignored that and opened my mouth to cover his bobbing member. He growled with pleasure as I started to blow him, his fat cock disappearing in my mouth. He was squeezing both my tits now with both hands, and I held on to his hips for support, closing my eyes and losing myself in my task. I'd sucked him off several times, in these exact same conditions. I was used to it by now but I still got a little kick from blowing that short fat cock of his with its tight, hairy balls. My nose was sort of immersed now in his curly black bush and I started to get turned on by the taste and feel of his meat.
"Ah, this is one job you do very well," he sighed, laughing softly at his own humour. He tugged at my hair, shoving my face even closer into his groin. He made up what he lacked in length in thickness, and I felt him widen all the more as I sucked diligently on his hot cock. My fingers dug into the flesh of his hairy thighs and I began to actually enjoy what I was doing. Needless to say, I was a sucker for a dick and a blow -- pun intended!
"Oh yes, yes," he cooed, throwing his head back. I looked up to see him lifting his shirt higher so he could better see me blowing on his hairy cock. He had an even hairier belly, which protruded low, and I really thought he was disgusting but I couldn't help myself.
It was five minutes gone now and knowing him, he wasn't going to last much longer. He began to fuck my face in quick, frantic thrusts and I increased pressure with my tongue and throat, practically engulfing his whole meat in my mouth as it throbbed and vibrated in readiness to spout.
"Uuurggggh," he said in a long-drawn groan as he finally erupted in my mouth, spilling almost a cupful of cum down my throat. I savoured the salty taste for a moment before swallowing quickly. He withdrew, and, with me still kneeling there, he shoved his now shrivelled cock back into his trousers and zipped up. "Good girl," he told me, patting my cheek. "You keep your job. Girls with your skills are quite valuable to my establishment." He grinned, winked, and went to open the door. In the doorway, he brushed past Hank, who'd just come in for his own shift. I was quickly buttoning up my uniform by now.
He looked at me, and I wondered if he knew what had just taken place. I avoided his eyes and shoved my bag in my locker. "Hi, Hank," I said breezily, turning and making to walk past him. He took my arm in a gentle grip, and I had to look up into his brown eyes.
Hank was a nice kind of guy. He had chocolate dark skin, and was the bookish type, judging by the volumes I always saw him reading during breaks in the coffee room. I knew he was some kind of computer whiz cos he was always talking about stuff like that. He was a good looking black guy, slim built, with a warm and friendly personality. But he wasn't my type. Something told me I wasn't his type either. Freaky white girls like me wouldn't be his thing I reckoned. We were friends though and got along okay.
"What's up?" I asked curiously when he kept holding on to my arm.
