The secretary stepped out of the office and looked at the young white man in a blue suit and matching tie and a white shirt, who sat on the chair across from her office desk. His name was Dennis and since he had arrived here for his interview he had been fiddling with his tie. He couldn’t tell if it was really straight or half askew. He’d checked his appearance one too many times in the bedroom mirror of his apartment, and even before coming up here to the tenth floor of this accounting firm he’d gone into the men’s room and looked at it, and still couldn’t feel any satisfaction at it.
He hated the tie. He hated the suit that came with the tie. A gift from his girlfriend, Abby. She loved the way the suit hugged his body, said it made him look like a millionaire, and when he’d first worn it, he had felt the same thing. Except right now the opposite was the case. He felt like an impostor. He felt unworthy of the job he was here for, and hoped that the man he was about to see would not scan through his clothing and easily pick him out for a faker with no real worth.
“Mr Bennings will see you now,” the secretary said to him politely, indicating the door she had just stepped out of.
Dennis rose up from the chair, picked up his briefcase and once again ran his hands over his tie before walking into the office. The secretary closed the door behind him.
Dennis stood at the threshold of the short flight of stairs that led further into the office. He lightened his footsteps as he walked upon the thick floor carpeting, his eyes doing a three-sixty scan of the large office. He took in the cream-coloured wall with windows looking out into the morning sun that was the city, and the west side of the room which comprised of a lounge area, complete with beautiful furniture and a bar. The east wall of the office displayed impressionist wall paintings, African statues and decorative plaques. It looked more like a hotel suite than an upscale office; it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. This was some eccentric taste here.
In the centre of the room was a wide desk, and seated behind it was a distinguished looking black man. He was dressed to the nines in an exquisitely tailored black suit that seemed to add vibrance to his complexion. He had a lean frame and wide shoulders. His features were well defined and the look in his eyes was serious. He was on his feet as Dennis approached and his eyes seemed to look straight into him, into his weak, snivelling soul. Dennis was intimidated by the man as he came to a stop before his desk, and hoped it didn’t show on his face. His hands felt sweaty; he itched to run them over his tie once again for good luck.
The man came from around his desk, his lips curled into a thin slice of smile as he shook Dennis’s hand. His palm felt dry and rough and he pumped Dennis’s hand as if wanting to rip it from his shoulder socket.
“Good of you to come. I’m Taylor Bennings, CEO of Bennings Lamberti.”
Dennis gave a slight bow. “An honour being here before you, sir,” he said.
The man held his hand and his gaze for a few more seconds; his eyes never blinked and for Dennis it was like being caught by his father years ago when as a teen his old man had stumbled into his bedroom and found him jerking off to a naked dame in a Playboy centrefold. He could feel his cheeks turning red as the CEO continued staring at him, and it wasn’t until the man turned his gaze away that Dennis could finally breathe again.
“Please,” the man directed Dennis towards the lounge area and offered him a seat. The chairs were leather and the fabric went with the furniture. Everything was high quality and taste, Dennis could smell the money as he lowered himself down onto the couch seat his prospective boss offered him.
“I prefer less formality when meeting with fresh people,” said Taylor as he unbuttoned his jacket and sat across from Dennis, crossing one long leg over the other. Dennis’s eyes went to his shoes. Expensive, he thought. “So, Dennis, tell me something. When you walked into the office and your eyes fell on me, were you expecting something else?”
Dennis was startled by the question. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Were you expecting someone white as the CEO?” the man asked, his lips still retaining the thin slice of smile that seemed to grate into Dennis’s soul. He couldn’t help touching his tie, as if wanting it to give him added strength to survive this interview.
“Well … yes, but not really, sir.”
“Good. Now how about you tell me a little about yourself. What stuff you enjoy doing for fun and whatever else you care to add.”
“I’m sorry sir, but is this part of the interview?”
“Everything is part of the interview, white boy,” Taylor said to him, still keeping the smile on his face, except that his eyes were like cold balls of steel looking right into Dennis’s heart and soul. “Are you going to answer the question, or do I have to call it a day?”
Another rub of his tie, his thoughts raced as he struggled for words to say. “Well … my name’s Dennis Richards, and I turn twenty-five next month. I’m single. I have worked in a variety of jobs, and graduated from Washington State — ”
“Do you suck dick, white boy?” Taylor interrupted him abruptly.
Rattled and confused by the line of questions, Dennis looked at him amazed at what he’d just heard, not quite believing he’d heard it. And why is he calling me ‘white boy?’ he asked himself.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Stop beating about the bush, Dennis,” the CEO berated him.“You’re a white boy, and most white boys I know love sucking black cock. You are suitable to work in my accounting firm. You’ve got all the necessary qualifications, but for you to get a seat at my table, you’ve first got to earn it. Watch this,” he picked up a small remote that rested on the coffee table beside him and pressed a button on it.
Nothing happened, as if Dennis was expecting the roof to suddenly cave in. He looked about but nothing happened. Then he heard the office door open and close, and turned his head in time to watch Taylor’s secretary strut in their direction. She made as if she didn’t see him. It was now that Dennis realised how beautiful she was, with a nubile body hidden behind her white blouse and grey skirt, and her blonde hair tied in a bun, she looked so much like a starlet. She wore glasses. It gave her the look of an austere librarian, yet it wasn’t enough to hide her beauty. She came and stood like a dutiful sentry beside her boss.
“You sent for me, sir,” she said, fiddling her glasses that rested on her nose.
“Yes, April. Would you show this white boy here what you’re capable of doing?” he said to her.
“With pleasure, sir.”
She lowered herself to her knees at the same time as Taylor uncrossed his legs and relaxed in his seat. April unzipped his fly and reached her hand inside, whipped out his cock and started stroking its girth. Dennis stared with his mouth and eyes hanging open at what was taking place before him. To say that he was amazed and shocked was the least emotion he was feeling. He pulled the remainder of his tie out of its hiding place and clutched it this time. watching as the secretary first looked at him — winked at him — then turned her face towards her boss’s crotch and brought her mouth down on his cock. She took a large swallow and pulled back, giving the round head of his purple-coloured prick a smooching kiss, before returning to swallow more of him again.
Dennis sat where he was, totally mesmerised by what was going on before his eyes. The secretary, beautiful as she was, her complexion looked so pristine beside the cock she was sucking. That she was doing it with someone in their midst was quite alarming. Dennis was at a loss whether to get up and excuse himself or if the CEO wanted him to remain where he was and watch. At the moment the man’s face was staring up at the ceiling patting the head of his secretary, who seemed to be doing an excellent job gagging on his cock.
Dennis stood up hesitatingly. Taylor looked down from the ceiling at him.
“The fuck you think you’re going, white boy?” he snapped at Dennis. The sound of his voice brought Dennis to a standstill.
Dennis looked at him, uncomprehending. “Sir, I … I figured you … you look like you need some privacy.”
“The hell with privacy, white boy!” Taylor snapped. “What I want is your undivided attention. Are you capable of working in my firm? Then prove it. Right now, I want you to do what most white boys like yourself are known to do. Get down on your knees and crawl towards me right now!”
Dennis stood there looking at the CEO with his mouth still hanging open, wondering if the man was insane or something. There was such a magnetic power coming from him, especially those eyes of his. Dennis stood there looking like a wimp, which in his heart he knew he actually was. He had always been a wimpy character, and it came out often when he found himself standing in the midst of black men. Especially strong black men with unwavering personalities like this future boss of his. And seeing the way his secretary was pleasuring his cock… it looked so beautiful the way she had her hand wrapped around it. He could barely take his eyes away from it.
“Didn’t you hear me, white boy?” the CEO’s voice lashed out at him, bringing him back to the present.
“Si … sir?” Dennis stuttered.
“I said get down on your knees right now, and crawl towards me,” the boss’s eyes glowered at him like headlights of an SUV truck. His voice was cold and menacing. “Do it now, white boy!”
Dennis, to his shocked amazement, found himself doing exactly that. He came down gradually to his knees and crawled towards the man’s open legs just as he wanted, like an obedient dog. The secretary shifted slightly in her position, though her mouth remained glued to her boss’s thick cock. Her saliva drooled down his shaft, making it glisten. Taylor still had his eyes on Dennis.
“You know what you have to do next, don’t you, white boy?” he said to him.
Dennis looked at his prick, at the secretary’s red-coated lips running down on his shaft. He knew exactly what the boss wanted of him. He licked his lips as he edged his face forward. The secretary pulled her mouth from her boss’s cock and was gasping while she held his shaft towards Dennis’s face. He stuck out his tongue and licked the boss’s shaft before coming closer and taking Taylor’s cock into his mouth.
“Yesss …” Taylor let out a sigh that felt nourishing. He grabbed Dennis’s head and further pressed his face down on his cock. “Don’t waste my time being bashful, white boy. Suck that cock like you want to. I know you really want to, so stop fucking pretending.”
Dennis got into gear and began sucking the boss’s cock earnestly. The secretary watched him swallow his cock all the way. She undid the buttons of her blouse and started squeezing her tits inside the lace half-cup bra she was wearing, which so happened to be her boss’s favourite. She extracted her tits from their hiding place and leaned over her boss’s face for him to suck on them. Dennis was lost in his workout. He was now sucking his boss’s cock down to the crotch while the secretary came and planted her feet on either side of her boss; she hiked up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side and lowered herself down on his face. She started moaning as Taylor flicked his tongue on her pussy.
Taylor pulled his face out from under her for a moment to catch his breath, licking her cum juice off his lips while he looked down at Dennis’s work.
“Yeah, that’s a good white boy. I see you left this part off your resume. You look like you’ve been sucking black cocks for a long time now, haven’t you, white boy?”
Dennis muttered something that sounded like yes then returned to what he was doing. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been sucking his boss’s cock but he sensed any minute soon the man would be exploding with his cum.
“Get ready, white boy,” Taylor panted. “Get ready to take that cum! And you’d better drain every bit of it, white boy.”
Dennis by now had a mouthful of the man’s cock and kept sucking him even when the man eventually let go of his load of cum into his mouth. The secretary came down and knelt beside Dennis and nearly pushed him aside to get some of the cum as well. Some of it dribbled down his shaft. Dennis and the secretary cleaned his cock together, looking like two teenagers sharing an ice cream cone, and they kissed and licked every inch of white semen that oozed out of the boss’s cock. When they were done, Taylor sat back, feeling satisfied with both their actions.
“Very good, white boy,” he said to Dennis. “You start work tomorrow. Do you have a white bitch for a girlfriend?”
Dennis nodded, thinking about his girlfriend Abby. Would she ever believe him if he returned to his apartment where she was probably waiting on him and narrated to her what he’d just done? She would probably curse him out, thinking he was gay, when actually he wasn’t. He’d never been buggered before in his life, nor ever done such a thing to anyone. He simply loved being submissive to black men.
“You’ll leave your number on my secretary’s desk outside. Your bitch will soon become my bitch, and you’ll always remain in your place regarding that, white boy. Do you get me?”
“Yes, sir,” Dennis nodded once again, emphatically this time. “Yes, sir. I certainly will never cross you or anything you say.”
“That’s a good boy. Now go on, get out of here. I’ve got some fucking to do.” He turned to his secretary and snapped at her. “Get your ass out of those clothes and come sit on this dick!”
“Yes sir,” she answered and immediately got to her feet and began taking off her clothes.
Dennis picked up his suitcase and made to leave, but not before he watched as Taylor undid the belt buckle and buttons of his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, along with his shorts, and then leaned back in the chair as his secretary came and straddled him. He slapped her ass cheeks roughly as his cock slipped inside her pussy. She grabbed hold of the seat back and began riding him. She loosened her hair and let it fall to her shoulders while her buttocks went on bouncing on his big black prick.
Dennis walked out of the office and closed the door behind them. He was still dazed by what he’d done and straightened his tie as he approached the bank of elevators and rode down to the lobby.
