My Boss Tells Me What's Going To Happen

After I came my fucking brains out and sent the video to my boss, I cleaned up, paced around and panicked.

I had no idea how I'd keep going as a 'boyfriend' when Cindy came home.

But then... a small part of me was screaming that I'd just hit the fucking jackpot. We technically were just together, she didn't know I knew. I could maybe... if I was just okay with hiding it and this situation, just maybe ok.

She came back. I kissed her lips. She told me she'd sorted things out and got me my job back. I went to the bathroom and jacked off just touching her after seeing what he'd done to her body and knowing his cum was inside her.

And then what could I do? Tomorrow was Monday.

I went in to work at 9am.

Everything was normal, the office was white cubicles and my hard scared cock trying to soften before my boss appeared. And then I got a

"Mr Johnson would like to see you in his office, Timmy."

I nodded and went in, clearing my throat before opening the door.

I shut it behind me quickly, looking at the floor. Then up at him. He was sitting behind his desk and smiling. An empty seat sat opposite him. He smiled coldly and offered a hand to the seat.

"Take a seat, Timmy."

I did.

He moved back and forth side to side in his chair, swivelling gently without saying anything. He steepled his fingers in front of him and then put them down to his desk.

He looked me in the eyes. And smiled.

This one a much more... knowing smile. A shit-eating 'That's right. I just fucked your girl, filmed it, emailed it to you, made you jack off to it and send evidence to me, and you just did it didn't you bitch boy?' smile.

I gulped. Hopefully he wouldn't notice I was horny.

"Hello Timmy."

He said. I nodded. "H- hello." I sputtered out.

"Timmy..." He said, standing and putting his hands in his pockets, stepping around to finally move in front and slide my chair gently back with a foot, before his big outlined cock and pants stood before me. Over me.

He looked down and smiled, bringing the chair closer.

"You know why you're in here Timmy. Can you summon up the manhood to tell me why?"

I couldn't. I gulped again.

He smiled. "You're in here. Because your girl has a fucking grade A tight-ass TIGHT fucking white girl pussy. Wet, juicy. She's that good pussy. Blonde, perfect body, those lips, that ass ooohh!" He made a face of appreciation.

He moved his hand to his bulge and began rubbing, it visibly hardened against his pants.

"Now. I can do a lot of things here. I can fire your ass. I can bring her in to fuck right now. Just make you hide in some closet. But that isn't what I want right now." He shook his head. "Nono. What I want right now is very simple."

He moved his big legs around the chair and his bulge up against my face so so close and looked down at me. This time with an angry glare. Making me feel like one of his girls.

He smirked.

"Tell me that I'm the big nigga who fucked your girl."

I stopped breathing. I gulped again. I looked away and then back. I shook in place. "P- please..."

He did nothing. He didn't move. He just looked at me. "Do you want me to leak the tape of your girl?"

I shook my head a lot. I gripped my fists.

"So say it."

I breathed a lot. "Y-" I breathed. A LOT.

"Y- you're the... the... the... the... big... big... big... big n- n-" I gulped. "You're the big n- nigga who f- f- f- f- fucked my- my- my girl."

"Sir." He added.

I felt my face contort and slightly tear up.

He pouted to mock me. Said nothing. "Sir." He added again.

"S- sir."

"Again." He said. "All of it. Again, nigga."

"Y- you're the- the- big- big n- n- nigga who f- f- fucked my- my girl sir."

"Again."

"You're the- the big n- nigga who fucked- fucked my girl sir."

"Again. Ah-! But this time. Without stuttering." He smiled again.

Was his bulge... bigger?

I breathed a lot. I prepared. I looked him in the eyes.

"You're the big... nigga who fucked my girl... sir."

He waited a while.

"Is that okay, bud?" He said. It wasn't really a question. Just a knife twist. "Hmm? Is it okay if I fuck your girl?"

"Y- y- yes s- s- sir. Yes s- sir it's- it's okay if- if you fuck- f-f- fuck my- my girl."

"Again."

He made me say it until I wasn't stuttering. and then nodded. He waited a while.

Then he sighed. "One last thing." He smirked.

"Every single time you jack off you film it and send it to me." He said. "Or I fire you. You get me?"

I froze. I nodded. "Y- yes sir."

"Oh. He said casually. "You know you can jack off at work, right?" He flicked his eyes up. "I mean I fuck girls all the time. It's only fair you can jack off too. Well, only in the bathroom. And only when I say."

I gulped. Time froze.

He motioned off. "Well go on then. Go off and jack off in the bathroom. Film it and send it to me. Don't leave until you've done it. Tell anyone I'll deny it, and you're fired. Understand?"

"Y- y- y- y- y- y-y- y- yes s- s- sir."

I left and shut the door. I stood and then gulped.

I walked to the bathroom.

When I went inside, I went in a stall, shut the door, pulled down my pants and fumbled my phone out my pocket.

I was shaking. Not from cold or fear. From NEED.

And just when I dropped my phone, I heard the door open. I froze, gulping. I heard shoes move, then saw big black hands on the top of the door, one hand knocking on the inside. "Timmy? Let me in."

I opened the door.

He opened and smiled, shutting it behind him.

He pulled out his phone. And obviously.... obviously it was bigger than mine.

He compared them and laughed, before putting mine on the toilet shelf behind me.

He then went swiping on his phone. And it came up. He flipped it and showed it to me, tapping the screen.

"Jerk off to it, cuck."

I gulped and felt tears come. I felt less possible to get hard but began jacking off my small cock.

"I... please... isn't this g- gay?"

SMACK

I felt the slap hit me and then saw his head tilt through tears. He smiled as if nothing had happened.

"That depends. Does it feel gay to watch a hot girl get fucked by a real big black nigga cock? Hmm?"

The Video: "AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! MR Johnson SIR AHHH! AHHH! FUCK! SO BIG! AH-"

I felt myself get hard and gulped.

I started stroking again, going fast and insultingly quick strokes up and down my small cock.

Then he undid his pants, and showed off his cock. His soft, brown, swinging, much bigger fucking bully cock.

He put his hands in his pockets and stood there, nodding at me.

"Continue."

I did. I got harder glancing away with the thick cock hanging there. Intimidating me. His COCK was intimidating me. The moans grew louder and louder. "P- please... I keep me job?"

"If you cum. Go on."

I jerked and finally heard him cum inside her again and her orgasming moans, cumming hard against the toilet wall, splatting down.

He looked at it and sighed.

He stepped closer... and then zipped his cock back up and shook his head at me. "You cum like a bitch, Timmy. Whatever it takes, next time show me a bigger cumshot on tape or you're fired."

And he walked off.

The rest of the day was... quiet. I had to keep my erections down just in case he checked on me to find one and messed with me again.