My Boss Advances The Arrangement

I got called into his office again, just me and him. He steepled his fingers and looked at me. He sighed.

"I've decided that this enforced arrangement of fucking your girlfriend in the office alone is not enough, cucky."

I gulped and gripped the chair. He smiled.

"I want more." He said.

I glanced away and shrugged. "What do you mean Mister Johnson sir."

"I want to fuck your girl in your house. Your apartment. You shitty little bitch-dick place. It needs a proper man and I'm the only one it might ever see. So..." He clicked his tongue.

"O- okay."

"No problems with that?" He asked, not a question.

I grit my teeth. I shook my head. "No sir. No Mister Johnson."

He smiled big then, a real one. "Gooooood. So here's the deal." He said, standing and walking around motioning with hands like what he was about to say was in any way to do with business and not instead just the most asshole thing you could say to another man.

"I'm gonna fuck your girl in rooms. Gonna fuck in your bed. Gonna facefuck that bitch off the side of the bed. Gonna fuck in bathroom, in shower with it on, on the side of the bathtub where she has to hold on to it. Gonna fuck against shower wall where can see her ass, and against shower windows where her tits pressed up against glass. Gonna fuck her in the bedroom facing you, and cowgirl on the coffee table facing away so you can see me spank that ass of hers. Gonna fuck her from behind doggy on couch, so the only thing you can see is my big nigga balls and black ass slapping into her from behind while I tense up inside her and juice that nigger load into her pussy. So you can hear her moaning as my big nigga balls slap against her ass."

I glared at him. He stopped and crossed his arms. "Now are you really looking at me like you're going to do a fucking thing about this cuck?"

I shook my head.

He smiled. "That's what I thought. That's all to start do not interrupt me with your bratty little bullshit again."

I glanced away and sighed.

"Then we gonna take it to the bedroom. I'm gonna fuck her in my big, white, cushy bedroom against the wall so she gotta be quiet or the neighbours'll hear. We gon' fuck in the car on the way to work- except we ain't gon' make it to work, and you gonna have to pull an extra shift just to cover for my ass when I'm balls deep in your girlfriend's tight little asshole. We gonna fuck so hard the car bounces, but we ain't care, I been to jail before, and I paid off cops before since, I ain't worried."

He was getting blacker, his past self, whoever he was outside the office.

"I'm gonna fuck your girl in my office, in the conference room, right over the nice, big, black, wooden conference room table, bend her over it and fuck her so hard everybody hears it, so hard she'll have to be careful they ain't recognise her voice."

I glanced at him and gave a small sigh, but at least he didn't call me out on it.

"One day, I'm gonna excuse you from your shift, and you're gonna know when you walk away that by doing so, you're gonna forfeit your desk for your girl to sit in while she bobs her head up and down my thick nigga cock. And you gonna have to think about it at work when she drooled on the floor workin' my nigga dick like a popsicle, and begged me to blow my big Nigger Daddy load all over her face and let some of it slap on the floor for you to smell when you go to work the next day. I gon' make yo' girl work that dick with her mouth, teach that bitch how to suck properly you understand me?"

"Y- yes sir Mister Johnson."

"I'm gonna fuck your girl on your desk, and film it for you. I'm gonna call you in to work, fuck your girl against the door, and you gon' run in and hold the door shut from the other side listenin' while I slam that bitch into it an' make her work Daddy's nigga dick up all creamy like. You gon' wait while we fuck. Then you gon' come in and work."

"Yes sir Mister Johnson."

"You gon' pay for the hotel. You gon' pay for more cards for the camera. You gon' be our first live viewer. You gon' pay for your girl's Onlyfans. You gon' subscribe. You gon' pay for shit I want her to wear on that wishlist. You gon' listen to me work that bitch again and again 'til she squealin' for her Momma and only Daddy there for her. Because you are a cuck. You are not a man. Because you cum to it. Because you'd give me away your girl, because you know what's best for her. Which balls does she deserve? She deserve yo' white balls? Nuh-uh."

He reached a hand down and gripped around my balls and gave a tug. I jolted, but trying not to, I got hard. He looked at it and smiled, a huge evil smile before laughing, spanking my ass.

"See, cuck? Don't it just feel so good when you give in? Be a good lil boy an' let Daddy fuck yo' girl right."

SPANK

I jumped. He reached his hands to his silver belt, slowly unbuckled and pulled the zip of his slacks down, before sliding the pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs, slowly revealing that thick black cock swinging to the tip dangling hanging down swinging knocking against his leg.

He gripped the shaft and pulled it up showing how heavy it was, before moving it to show the big black balls hanging behind it. He took the back of my hand to make me grip his balls and pushed in to make me grip, resting them in my hand.

"They big huh?"

I gulped.

His smile dropped. He reached out to my throat and pulled in. "I asked you a question bitch now answer me before I get even slightly mad."

"Y- y- yes s- s- sir Mister Johnson sir they're b- big..."

He smiled big canines in white teeth. "That bitch need black nigga balls. Big nigger balls, spurting thick nigga load inside her white-girl womb. Because she gets tight when she cheats. Because a girl like that pussy gets tightest when she's being taken advantage of. When she ain't treating her boyfriend right." He spanked me and motioned to my pants. "Now get the fuck out of my office and tonight you're gonna do what I tell you so keep your phone nearby."

"Yes sir Mister Johnson."