Shy Black Girl Get's Owned By Boss

Shy Black Girl Gets Owned By Boss

TW!!

CNC

Degrading

Racial slurs

Humiliation play

Author's note: Hi all :) I just want to say I'm very excited to post my very first story here, and would love any and all feedback/comments. This story was actually a task assigned to me, by my very lovely Owner. So, some of the punishments mentioned are loosely inspired by our playtime together. <3

Also!! I'd like to note that I'm a black woman, and I in no way support actual racism/racists, misogyny, etc. Anywho - enjoy. : )

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Eric hated lazy niggers. Today he hated one lazy nigger in particular.

Sophie.

She walked into the dingy stock room, 15 minutes late to her shift, drenched from the downpour of rain outside. Her ripped denim jeans and pastel pink top clung to her small chubby form like cling wrap.

He watched her from the corner of his eye while unpacking pet products from shipping boxes; and loudly slammed products onto pallets, as she speed-walked her way over to the clock card machine to punch in.

"Late again?" He said, annoyance seeping through his voice.

Sophie turned around on her heels to face him. Her little white Nike sneakers squeaked against the bright white epoxy floor as she did so.

"Um, yes. I know I'm late, and I'm really sorry, but my car broke down and I was forced to walk the last half mile here. Plus, it's finals week and I'm just a little stressed with everything that's going on and -"

"Excuses, excuses." He said, cutting off her rambling. He dug into another box and loaded dog food onto another pallet to be brought to the front of the store.

One thing about niggers is you can't expect them to do anything right - especially, being on time, he thought.

Sophie furrowed her brows and twisted her lips at the man 20 years her senior. "Hey, it's not an excuse I..." she let herself trail off. She meant to go on, but her words got all mangled and caught in her throat.

Sophie wasn't one to talk back, let alone speak up for herself. Especially not to her boss. She was much too shy for that.

Eric finally stood up straight and took a good look at her. The girl looked much smaller than the last time he remembered, her tits much larger, and her once sprawling afro hair was now neatly parted into braids that cascaded down to her waist.

Maybe it was the sub-par lighting or the effects of working the graveyard shift 3 weeks in a row, but even though the girl was sopping wet, he thought the little Nigger looked rather cute.

He took a few long strides in her direction, with his arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

He looked down at the girl. His blue eyes pierced into her doe-eyed brown ones.

"Did you have something more to add Soph?"

His tone was slightly patronizing. He knew the girl wasn't one for saying much, and it tickled something slightly sinister inside of him to elicit some sort of power over the dark-skinned girl.

Embarrassed - little Sophie, everted her gaze from the man. Instinctively reaching for her hair, twirling a few braids around her finger anxiously.

"Erm, ah, um, no-no sorry Eric..." she replied nervously.

Eric smirked in triumph.

Truthfully, he knew Sophie was a very busy girl. He'd watched her work through her lunch breaks numerous times, burying her nose in sociology books, scribbling away notes in her journal for school. He'd even secretly followed her back to her dorm late one evening after she had clocked out. Although, that was something he'd never admit to doing.

Honestly, he'd developed some sort of odd fascination with the young black girl. One that he tried desperately to keep at bay.

"Like I said - excuses, excuses, little miss Sophie. I don't want to hear any more from you," he said.

Eric stood up straight, and grabbed a relatively clean rag from a nearby shelf. "Go get cleaned up, clock in, put your vest on and start stocking shelves. Understood?" He told her sternly, running a hand over his thick wiry brown beard.

The girl nodded and went off to do as she was told.

***

Two hours into his shift and Eric was already furiously stroking his cock.

Alone. In the shift manager's office, he leaned back in his chair, grunting and stifling moans. Getting himself off to a pornographic video on his phone of a white woman being taken from behind.

The best part about working overnight is that he didn't have to worry about chatty customers, or extra obnoxious children trying to play with all the animals, ultimately ruining his mood. Instead, he just had to move product to the floor, watch his staff from the office over the cameras, and stroke his big white cock as he pleased.

He felt his orgasm build up.

His massive member throbbed and leaked pre-cum from the tip.

Then, suddenly. A loud thud echoed across the store.

"Fuck" Eric grumbled.

Disheveled and slightly sweaty, he leaned forward in his chair, exited the video from his device, stuffed his fat cock back in his pants, grabbed a handful of napkins from the desk drawer, and quickly blotted the sweat away from his pale face.

Annoyed, he picked up his radio, which was already buzzing with chatter.

He clicked in.

"Can somebody please enlighten me as to what that noise was?" he said sternly, still slightly out of breath.

He flipped through the security camera's control panel to see what happened, but whatever it was must have occurred out of the camera's view, he thought.

"Well?" Eric prompted once more into the radio.

Michael, one of the stockers finally piped up. "Looks like someone dropped one of the 40lb dog food bags. The shits everywhere."

Michael's mic cut out and another staffer jumped in.

This time, it was Sophie.

"Hi, um yes, that person was me. Sorry Eric I just tripped and the next thing I knew the dog kibbles n' bits were just everywhere, but I've got the broom and a bucket and I'm sweeping it up so really nothing to -"

"Enough. Sophie, see me in the office. Now." Eric said practically through gritted teeth.

Poor little Sophie's cheeks burned from embarrassment. She clutched the bucket of swept-up dog kibbles to her chest as she made her way to her manager's office. She knew Eric didn't like her as an employee all that much, but she'd never been in this much trouble before. The sound of his booming voice repeatedly rang out in her head as she took each step closer to what felt like getting fired.

Sophie tried very hard not to cry, but before she could even catch herself, tears were streaming down her little brown pudgy cheeks.

This was truly an awful day she thought.

***

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sophie held her breath. Her legs shook and her poor cheeks were now stained with tears.

Eric wasted no time.

"Come in." He commanded.

Hesitantly. Sophie reached for the door handle.

She turned it slowly as if to save up as many milliseconds as possible to avoid her unavoidable scolding and possible firing.

Click.

And with that - the door to her inevitable demise was opened.

No turning back now.

"Come here," Eric said blankly.

He sat at his desk, typing away on a dinosaur-like desktop computer. The light from the monitor flickered across his milky white face. He continued to type, paying the younger girl little attention.

Sophie walked in. The door behind her closed with a click.

Shoulders sagging.

Head down.

She looked totally defeated by the day's humiliation.

"Hi Eric," she said softly, with some space between where she stood and he sat.

Her voice was so quiet and fragile that Eric almost felt bad for scolding her. Almost.

He stopped typing and turned his head to face her.

"You've managed to be late three times in a row this past week. Now you're destroying product? I've got to know...can you do anything right Sophie?"

His words hurt. Sophie hugged the bucket of kibbles close to her breast. As if holding it in this way could somehow shield her from Eric's insults.

Of course, it didn't, but it was worth a try.

Sophie fiddled with the bucket, avoiding Eric's gaze, which slightly irritated him.

"Come closer. And look at me when I'm talking to you." He said sharply, motioning with his hand for her to stand next to him.

Sophie tried her best to swallow her fear and took a few steps closer to the older man until she was standing adjacent to him. Then, after what felt like forever she looked up at him. He gave her that same disapproving piercing stare that he shot in her direction earlier in her shift. Only this time, she tried her absolute hardest not to fold on her own confidence by not breaking eye contact.

Eric squinted as he looked at her.

"Have you been crying too?"

"No!" Sophie shot back a little too defensively. One thing about Sophie is that she hated crying in front of other people.

"Hm," Eric raised a brow and swiveled in his chair so his body faced her.

He grabbed hold of her forearm, guiding her between his parted legs. Then, he placed a hand on her chin, examining the dark-skinned girl's face from side to side.

"You're not a very good liar Soph."

"I wasn't crying, really! It must have been from the rain or something," she whined, suddenly very uncomfortable with the way he was touching her face and the now limited space between them.

Sophie couldn't help but notice their difference in size. Even sitting down Eric looked so much bigger than her. His frame was so broad and burly, he looked more like a lumberjack than a shift manager at a pet store.

Eric abruptly dropped his hand from Sophie's face. "You're a liar, you're late, and you're destructive...why shouldn't I fire you? Hm?"

There it was. Sophie knew this was coming, but it didn't make hearing it sting any less.

"Because I can do better, this is just a bad week, and, um, all of the other shift managers don't have a problem with me," she said with a pang of hope in her voice.

"Is that so?" he questioned.

Sophie gnawed on the inside of her lip before replying: "y-yes."

Something wicked fell over Eric.

He leaned in.

"They must have pretty low expectations for a lazy nigger."

Sophie went wide-eyed. She couldn't imagine she just heard her very white boss call her very black self the N-word.

But there's no possible way she misheard him.

"W-what?" she said.

Without thinking, she anxiously fidgeted with her hands, causing the bucket of kibbles to crash to the floor.

"God dammit, clean it up!" Eric said, yanking on her arm to pull her to the floor.

Sophie squeaked, fumbling around on the floor trying to gather the kibbles into a pile.

She starts tearing up. Her heart raced a mile a minute. She felt so unbelievably stupid.

Eric loved every second of it.

His twisted fascination with the younger girl started to take hold. He couldn't help but get turned on by how shaky, shy, and submissive she was for him.

Eric looked at her curiously, and some sick sadistic thought bubbled up inside his head. He directed her to stop picking up the food.

"You really need this job don't you little Soph?"

"Yes, Eric, please I'm sorry, can I just get the broom and clean this up," she said teary-eyed.

He got up from his chair and bent bends down to her level. A sinister smirk made its way across the older bearded man's face. He wiped her tears gingerly before leaning and whispering.

"No, I think I have other plans for you darling."

***

Three hours into little Sophie's shift and she was naked, bound, and kneeling on dry crunchy dog kibbles.

How had her day spiraled into this?

She could barely process the racial slur her boss hurled at her earlier, the fact that she was on the floor so exposed to this older man felt like a terrible nightmare.

She twisted her wrist, but the makeshift dog leash bondage that Eric tied just wouldn't give way. She could hardly look up at the man that stood in front of her.

"You know, you look so very pleasing to me Soph" Eric groaned, as he grabbed his very erect cock through his jeans.

This had to be a dream he thought. How did he manage to wrangle this sweet little Nigger into doing what he wanted? He might have been wildly aroused and thinking irrationally, but a small part of him really thought this was meant to be. He was destined to own this Nigger.

"Okay little Soph, since you can't do your work right out there - you're going to learn a few tasks in here. Understood?"

Sophie looked up and reluctantly nodded.

"Good girl. Now get creative and free my cock."

Leaning forward she pressed her face close to his jeans, grabbing hold of the zipper with her front teeth and pulling downward. She then reached up and tugged on the small strip of fabric next to the metal button on his jeans several times, then shook her head before she managed to get it undone.

Eric's cock ached. Everything in him wanted to pull his boxers down and force his dick down her dumb throat, but he decided not to. Instead, he watched the young girl work her way to his cock. The way her face twisted, turned, and scrunched up with every move was oddly adorable.

Finally - his cock sprung free.

"Good girl Soph. You're already doing such an amazing job." Eric cooed.

He gave his large veiny cock a few strokes, before grabbing Sophie's hair by the root, leaning her head back. "Let's try something fun sweetheart."

Little Sophie looked like a deer in headlights, and before she knew it, her boss was rubbing his fat cock all over her sweet innocent face.

Eric let out a low moan as he continued rubbing his cock up and down; back and forth all over her. All Sophie could do was close her eyes and whimper as he used her face as a napkin.

He dragged his hairy ball sack from her chin to her nose. She could barely even process what was happening to her, all she could do was give in.

Soon droplets of spit rained down on her face. Her boss rubbed in his saliva with his throbbing cock, before gripping it and giving her face a few slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Each hit to her face made him even more aroused. He couldn't believe he was using such a younger girl and that she was just taking it. He was already a dominant person, but the power he felt over her was almost god-like.

Suddenly, Eric pulled away, keeping his cock inches from her face.

"Suck my cock now Nigger" he demanded.

Poor Sophie was too scared to think. She leaned in and wrapped her plump lips around his cock. Spit dripped from her face as she continued to suck, faster and faster.

"Mmm, good girl, such a sweet little Nigger," he praised.

Sophie looked up at her boss, she couldn't believe just how much pleasure he was getting from being so cruel to her. Much worse - she felt herself getting turned on by his harsh treatment of her. Everything felt so wrong. As if her mind and body were betraying her. She didn't want to enjoy this. The feeling of her hands tied, the kibbles digging into her kneecaps, the spit dripping from her face, and especially not the racial slurs. She thought she should cry about this, but nothing inside her wanted to. Instead, a sticky wet substance was building between her legs, and the farther down her throat her boss's thick white cock went the more her pussy pulsated. As much as she wanted to hate it - she couldn't.

Eric grabbed her neck with one hand and the back of her head with the other, taking control of Sophie's pace.

"Let's see how much you can take Nigger," he said before he roughly stuffed the full length of his cock down her throat.

Their moans rang out simultaneously.

Eric fell even more drunk with depraved horniness, "Good girl sweetheart, now lick my balls, like an obedient Nigger," he grunted while digging his nails into the chubby girl's scalp, forcing her in place.

Sophie obeyed. She stuck her slobbery tongue out, licking each one of her boss's balls.

As she did so, Eric let out a string of slurs and praise for the girl, "Mm, you're a much better cock whore than you are a worker. You know that right Soph?"

All she could do was mumble.

Her knees ached. The dried food seemed to grind its way deeper into her skin, but she persisted.

"That's right - right there. Lick my balls pet," he said breathlessly.

Sophie felt like she was seconds away from throwing up bile all over Eric's cock. Her jaw hurt so much, but Eric wouldn't let up. He seemed to have other plans completely. Seconds later he took his hand from under her chin and pinched her nose shut.

Sophie whimpered, and Eric mashed her head further against his pelvis.

"Hold it. Keep licking. I'll count down from 10. When I hit one, I'll let you go," he said.

Sophie moaned in agreement. She tried her best to forget her dizzy head and shooting pain in her jaw.

All she could think about was pleasing him. So, she closed her eyes and let her wet tongue glide across his balls.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven..." he counted slowly, savoring every second of her submission.

Sophie's tongue grew tired, but she kept going.

"Six...five...four...three...two..." a smirk grew over Eric's face, "two in a half," he said clearly fucking with the girl.

Sophie squealed.

"One," he said. Eric bundled a handful of the black girl's braids in his hand and yanked her off his cock. Drawing a long string of gooey spit between her bottom lip and his dick.

Sophie gasped and coughed.

"Good girl, don't worry, I'm almost done with you my pet," Eric stroked his cock and worked his way behind the girl. Without warning, he pushed the chubby girl's face to the floor, leaving Sophie's ass up exposed in the air.

He then inserted two fingers between her wet folds, "Oh sweet Soph, you must really like sucking white cock." Before she could answer, Eric had pulled his fingers out and rammed his dick inside her cunt.

Sophie squeaked, taking each slamming thrust to her tight hole. Eric held her hips, ramming into her over and over and over again on the cold hard floor. He hadn't felt a pussy this tight in years, and he had no plan to let up anytime soon.

He grunted and slapped her soft jiggly ass as his orgasm built up.

"Who's your God Nigger?"

"You are Eric," said a dizzy, spit-ridden Sophie.

"It's Sir slut," he said, slapping her fat round ass even harder.

"Say it right Nigger! Who's your God?"

"You are Sir! You're my God."

Eric's moans grew even louder, "Good girl. Cum with me my pet. Cum with your God."

If only little Sophie could see herself panting like a wild animal on the floor. She wanted this more than anything. It felt so right to be used and degraded by him.

Her orgasm built up. She clenched her small black pussy around her boss's girthy cock, bouncing her ass back into him, "Yes, Sir! I'm cumming."

Eric gripped her hips roughly, letting out a messy string of profanity as he thrusted into the small pudgy girl's pussy a few more times before stiffening and unloading thick ropes of his white seed deep inside the black girl's cunt.

Sophie moaned softly. Taking in the warm gushy feeling of their cum mixing together; filling her unprotected fertile womb. It felt perfect.

***

Six hours in, and Sophie's shift had come to an end.

She now sat silently in the passenger seat of her boss's pick up truck. Absent-mindedly picking at the yellow spongy material peeking out of the worn out seat cushion.

There was something comforting about the silence that settled between the two. They were both very aware of their new found roles, and so nothing really needed to be said in that moment.

Instead, quiet gestures filled the void of their words. Eric reached over the center console and rested his large hand on the girl's thigh, and rather than feeling cold or scared Sophie felt very safe by his touch.

Her mind started to drift and daydream about the many different ways he'd use her next. It was all oddly heartwarming to her, but before she could get too caught up in her fantasy, the car stopped.