Message-ID: <52532asstr$1133172602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "classic rider" <classicrider14@excite.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1133141263.932099.46340@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 01:27:49 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1.1.4322),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=151.201.255.6; posting-account=n27vdg0AAABnfqQpQ4-o8ZpVuEEssfHW X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 27 Nov 2005 17:27:43 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Training Young Employees III (revised) Mm/nc/humiliation Lines: 187 Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 05:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52532> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge This is a work of fiction. There is no reason to assume that any of its characters are minors; nor is this work intended for them to read. It includes force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to read. Buddy was back, managing the night shift. He looked forward to working with the cocky black and brown-skinned boys who gave most of the other managers a hard time. The other white guys tried to ply Buddy for his secret, but he wouldn't tell. It seemed that all Buddy needed was one night in his office with a ghetto boy and that boy would do whatever Buddy told him after that. Eventually he had the best crew of burger flippers of any shift in the restaurant. The problem was that Buddy could only make one attitude adjustment at a time. Tonight the boys were running around, shouting and laughing - full of energy and life. Things were really getting out of hand. The boys were bumping into things and knocking them down. Once again he caught a group of the black boys in the back of the kitchen, jerking off to nudie magazines and shooting their cum into the cold slaw. But what really caught Buddy's attention was a young dark-skinned ghetto boy who had mis-buttoned his shirt, so that it was crooked. He also wore his Giant Burger cap sideways, which was an explicit violation of the uniform code. Buddy had to tell the boy everything three times before he would get a response. In a fit of frustration, Buddy grabbed the young nigger by the collar and pulled him into the manager's office. Buddy made the boy stand in front of the sofa, then he wheeled up a chair and sat right in front of his young employee. "I'm trying to figure out why we have so many problems with worker morale when we hire you black boys to flip hamburgers," Buddy said almost whimsically. "Why are you always sluggish and slow - almost as if you are sleepy? Don't you get enough sleep at night?" The boy pitifully shook his head, "no." Buddy silently studied the boy for a moment, nodding his head in sympathy. "I bet you niggers dance all night. You do those sexy dances with your dicks grinding up against your bitches' pussies." Buddy grabbed the young nigger's crotch. The boy let out a nervous laugh and softly answered, "yes." Buddy felt a handful of thick young black fuck meat through the nigger's pants. He rubbed on the boy's meat, making it harder. "Are the walls in your ghetto building so thin you can hear the neighbors fucking all hours of the night?" The boy slowly nodded, "Yes." "And does that make your dick hard," Buddy continued, "so that you have to masturbate all night and shoot your seed all over your bed sheets?" The manager kept rubbing the boy's hard cock. The young nigger nodded his head, "Yes." "It's no wonder," Buddy said, "It doesn't surprise me. You niggers are always ready for sex. Look at the way you wear your pants so they sag down below your ass." Buddy gave a short tug on the black boy's trousers and they fell to the embarrassed teens thighs. Now Buddy could see the boy's hard cock making a large tent in his boxer briefs. "And you always stand on the corner grabbing your nuts like this," Buddy thrust his hand under the boy's balls and made the nigger jump. "And you masturbate yourselves in public - right there out on the street." The boy turned away to try to hide the sheepish expression on his face. Buddy ran his hand up and down the boy's smooth dark thighs, then he reached under the young man's shorts to feel his thick black balls. Buddy sat back and frowned. He examined the way the boy had carelessly buttoned his shirt. "Look at the way you wear your shirt," Buddy said. "This is a disgrace." He yanked on the front of the boy's shirt and ripped it until it was reduced to rags clinging to the boy's black body. Now Buddy could see the boy's firm muscle tone. He eyed the young nigger's smooth black chest and velvety soft dark skin. He ran his hands over the boy's smooth chest, abs, shoulders, arm pits and back. "You'd make a good piece of property if you were a slave," Buddy almost whispered to the boy. "I'd buy your black ass in a minute." The boy just nodded his head and softly answer, "yessir." Buddy gently but firmly pushed the boy so that he fell back on the sofa. He pulled the boy's drawers down and inspected his full hairy young balls. The manager held the boy's balls in his hands, as if he were inspecting fertile soil, and took a deep breath of the nigger's rich pubic hair. The boy just squirmed and moaned. The young man's large testicles, thick long cock and lush pubes made it clear that the boy was fruitful and ripe. Buddy played with his employee's fertile nigger balls. He stuck his hand between the boy's legs and slid a finger into his moist young ass and stimulated it. Buddy's cock was throbbing inside his pants. It almost felt as though his dick was about to break through the cotton. The pressure was too much to take any longer. He undid his belt and pulled down his zipper, releasing the cock that was determined dive into nigger ass. He made the boy remove his boots. Then he slipped off the boy's pants and boxer shorts. "I want to see your black body naked," the manager said. He had the boy pose for him, turning in every direction. His smooth black skin and softly ripped muscles made Buddy stroke his own cock while he inspected his catch. He gently rubbed his hands over the smooth curves of the dark ghetto boy's body. Then he pushed the boy back on the couch. The young nigger's arms and legs sprawled over the sides. His dark face registered shock. "It's time to go mining for African diamonds," Buddy grumbled. He got the black boy's legs up in the air and spread them apart. He crawled between the young nigger's legs, grabbed the darky by his ashy knees, and shoved his white cock deep in the boy's hole. The kid let out a grunt. The manager's cock slid deeper inside the boy's hole. "I'm going on a safari. I'm going to conquer Africa," the man grunted as he worked his dick inside the boy. "I'm going to bring civilization to the darkness of the jungle." Slowly and rhythmically Buddy pumped his dick in the boy's ass. The nigger's ass was tight and warm around Buddy's hard cock. Buddy fucked the boy, and the kid's ass made wet and squishy sounds. Buddy held the young nigger by his waist so he could thrust deeper inside of him. "Who's at home taking care of your mama?" Buddy asked as he pounded the boy's ass, "Is it the landlord, with his white cock in her black pussy?" The kid just nodded his head as he felt the manager's white dick deep inside of him. "Awww, poor baby. Do you have to stay up late, listening to the white landlord fuck your mama's nigger pussy all night?" The boy just grunted. "Does the plumber plow your mama's pussy in the mornings with his big white cock?" The boy sniffed a little and nodded his head again in assent. The manager continued to plow the boy's tight black ass. "I bet your mama's pussy is good and wet. I bet they like fucking the bitch just like I'm enjoying you right now, huh?" The boy softly grunted, "uh huh." Buddy's hard and steady pumping made the couch springs squeak. The wooden legs of the couch thumped against the office's hard floor. The manager held the young black boy by his shoulders and pushed into his ass relentlessly - "raping" the nigger for all he was worth. They black boy broke into a sweat. He took that hard white cock all the way to the base of the shaft. Both males grunted and moaned, filling the office with the smell of sweat of sex. Buddy made the black boy stroke his thick dark cock while he fucked the boy's ass. The boy wrapped his hand around that thick black pole and started pumping it for Buddy. His big healthy young balls jiggled up and down with every stroke, and every thrust from Buddy's hard cock. Buddy was eager to see the fertile giant blow. The black boy quaked as he played with himself. His dick was thick and hard. Buddy plowed the teenager's ass. He watched the boy enjoying himself as he stroked. Soon the young nigger started bucking. Thick white lava flowed out of that black cock like the white insides of a coconut against its dark shell. The boy kept and pumping and pumping fertile teenage jizz all over his young black body. Buddy couldn't take it any longer. He pulled his cock out of the nigger's tight ass and shot cum all over the black boy's face. Buddy's whole body jerked as he spurted repeatedly on the boy. When he finally stopped, the boy's dark face was soaked with white sperm. Buddy stood up and looked at the boy he had just tamed. The boy was naked and completely submissive, with his cum-soaked face. Buddy still had to administer the final test of docility. He pulled up his pants, fixed his shirt and adjusted his tie. Then he ordered the boy to crawl off of the sofa and kiss his feet. The naked black boy grudgingly crawled from the couch and got down on his hands and knees. He kissed the leather on the white man's shoes over and over again until Buddy told him he could stop. It was a sight Buddy could never get enough of - one of his streetwise young black males naked, down on his knees kissing his feet. Buddy went back to the kitchen to check up on the rest of his crew. He had one more example of human resource management that defied all the text books. 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