Finger Lickin’ Sissy! By Brian Masters (69 Pages) (Patreon)

Finger Lickin’ Sissy!

By Brian Masters

(Concept by Devin Dickie)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

Finger Lickin’ Sissy!

By Brian Masters

Part 1 

Nathan sighed loudly as he tossed a stack of overdue bills on the desk of his dorm room and collapsed onto the bed in a depressed heap. Sally, Nathan’s girlfriend, asked what was bothering him and the sad college boy told her it was his finances causing him such terrible problems. He explained to her that he could barely afford tuition and books let alone his housing fees and meals. Nathan’s family wasn’t wealthy and his stay at university was mostly his to afford using a mounting pile of student loans. Nathan was afraid his debt would bury him if he didn’t find some way to supplement his meager government grants and loans. The poor boy was almost in tears as he explained his trouble to Sally telling her he was worried he may have to withdraw from school altogether.

Sally felt sorry for her boyfriend and wanted to help him out of both his financial situation and his depressing mood. Although she loved Nathan very much she was also growing tired of his melodramatic ways. Nathan was not what you’d call a man’s man in any way and lately his fits of overly dramatic pity sessions were getting on Sally’s nerves. She looked down at Nathan as he lay on his bed and shook her head at the sight of him. Nathan was a small man at only 5’3” and a paltry 150lbs. His shoulder length, wavy, light brown hair gave everyone the first impression of a young girl and not of a college age man. In fact, from behind Nathan was often whistled at or cat called by men who saw his petite form and compact bubble but as that of a sexy woman. But still Sally loved her boyfriend despite his feminine shape and features. To add insult to injury, Nathan was incapable of growing any facial hair and in fact was almost completely smooth over his entire body. The small amount of body hair the poor white boy did possess was a tiny patch of fine almost blonde hair just above his little penis. A penis by the way that matched his miniature frame in proportion so that when soft it measured in at an almost imperceptible 2 1⁄2 inches and when erect only stood out to just under 4 inches. Pitiful by anyone’s standards.

Sally on the other hand was an exceptional example of prime womanhood. She was stunning and turned heads everywhere she went. Sally stood 5’9” and was built like a comic book heroine with a pair of tits and an ass that would make a priest and a nun give up their vows. Her tits were a study in perfection measuring a whopping 42DD but standing up straight and tall in a way that seemed to defy gravity. Her ass was a rapper’s dream. When the Urban Dictionary defined the anagram PAWG, it was Sally’s ass to which they referred. Her shapely legs and slender waistline added to the hourglass figure every man and most women desired. She had a beautiful face with a spontaneous and contagious smile that made her the hit of every gathering she attended. Her bright blue eyes and naturally sunny blonde hair finished the perfect package making everyone who saw her wonder what she ever saw in a wet rag like Nathan.   

Sally tossed her beautiful hair from her eyes and said, “Nathan honey, what you need is a job. It’s really quite simple for any struggling student like you. Just find a night job that allows you to continue your classes and the extra money will be more than enough to put you over the edge. In fact, I know a place nearby that’s hiring right now.”

Nathan almost jumped from the bed in excitement as he said, “Where? I’ve been looking for weeks and haven’t found anything at all.”

Sally said, “You know The Chicken Shack down on the corner? Well I was in there this afternoon for lunch and I overheard some of the guys who work there talking about how they needed extra help. They were talking about posting the job at the end of the week so if you hurry maybe you can get in before anyone else. It’s such a cool place, I mean the guys who work there are really friendly and always have time for a nice conversation.”

Nathan said, “Oh Sal that’s great! I’m going down there right now to apply. It'll be great to get my application in before they actually post the job. You’re the best, I love you so much!”

Sally giggled and said, “Ok silly I love you too, now you run along and get your application in right away. I have some studying to do anyway so I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me later and let me know how it goes.”

The couple kissed quickly and left the dorm both heading in different directions, Sally back to her room and Nathan down to the street and on to the restaurant. When Nathan entered The Chicken Shack it occurred to him he’d never been in this place before and was surprised to find all of the employees and most of the customers were black. Nathan considered himself a very liberal person and would never have made the stereotypical association between African Americans and fried chicken but even he could see the disparity in the racial representation of this establishment. Everywhere he looked there were muscular black men, every one of them over six feet tall. Mixed in the crowd were several well built women with amazing bodies, some of them white and some black but not a single white male to be found.

Nathan walked up to the counter where a tall, thick, perfectly proportioned, black woman stood at the register. She was beautiful in a fierce and frightening way. She towered over poor Nathan and her sculpted, muscular body made his tiny pecker twitch immediately. Her ass stuck out in a perfect heart shape of jiggly glutes that were barely contained in her too tight yoga pants. Her breasts were almost as big as Sally’s and seemed designed by the gods to perfect her hourglass figure. Nathan was speechless as he looked over the ebony goddess and was embarrassed when she had to clear her throat to get his attention.

As he heard the woman repeat herself, Nathan quickly looked up at her face blushing at the knowledge she’d seen him checking out her tits. He pretended to have been looking at her nametag as he glanced down again to procure her name before answering her in a nervous and twitchy voice.

“Um, yes um, Zara is it? Yes you can help me please. I was hoping to get a job application, um please?” The timid white boy stammered out.

“A job? Here? You?” Zara said laughing.

“Um yes please ma’am. I’d love to work here and I really need the job.” Nathan said.

Zara looked the little white boy up and down with a scowl on her face and Nathan almost thought he saw the traces of an evil smile on her face as if she were a predator who’d finally cornered her prey. The large black woman grinned at Nathan and said, “Come around the counter to the back office and we can talk about it.”

Without another word Zara turned and walked away leaving poor Nathan to scurry after her like a meek little pet following it’s master. When he reached the back office Nathan saw Zara was already seated at a large metal desk and was pulling a sheaf of papers from a manilla folder without sparing a look at the nervous white boy. Nathan stood uncomfortably shifting back and forth from foot to foot as Zara appeared to ignore him altogether. What Nathan didn’t realize was that Zara could see his reflection in a mirror on the wall and was amused to see him nervously shifting his weight as if he had to pee. She let him squirm for a few minutes before finally motioning for him to sit in the chair opposite the desk.

Zara asked him several questions that anyone could expect in a job interview and Nathan was surprised to find himself in this position as he’d only expected to pick up an application. As the frightening black woman grilled him about his past work and school experience she seemed to be eying him up in a way that made him very uncomfortable. Nathan began to feel like a piece of meat being glared at by a jungle cat and he found himself sweating and shaking with nerves.

After asking professional questions for more than 30 minutes Zara began to shift the interview to a series of very personal and embarrassing questions that Nathan was certain could not be legal. The poor boy needed the money so badly though, he decided not to make waves and answered the woman’s questions no matter how they made him blush or quake in humiliation.

She asked if he had a girlfriend and upon hearing the answer began asking questions about his sex life. Zara asked Nathan if he and Sally had ever had sex which Nathan said was none of her business but Zara said she needed to know how stable his relationship was so she’d know what to expect of his loyalty. She told the white boy everyone answered these questions so they all felt close to each other in the workplace and therefore were loyal to each other. So Nathan answered yes. Then things got weird as the black woman leaned across the desk in an almost conspiratorial manner. The way she looked at Nathan made him shiver. He was both afraid of her and compelled to make her happy so he found himself answering her questions even though he knew it was terribly inappropriate and even illegal. This strange woman had a certain level of control over Nathan, something he couldn’t identify or even realize for himself.

“Do you go down on her?” Zara asked.

“What? I mean I’m not sure why that’s important. I mean, well, yes I have.” Nathan stuttered.

“And do you enjoy the smell and taste?” the black woman asked.

“I um, well not at first but I guess I tolerate it now because she likes it so much.” Nathan answered.

“Does she ever go down on you?”

“Well, no, Sally says nice girls don’t do that.”

“Do you ever fuck her doggy style or are you just a misionary position kind of guy?”

“No, um we just do it normally. Just you know, like normally.”

“How long do you last? And don’t lie to be white boy, remember we’re a family here and we don’t lie to each other.”   

Nathan looked down at his lap as he said, “Well, um, Sally is so beautiful that I can never really go too long because she’s just so hot she gets me all excited.”

“Well that’s actually normal for white boys so don’t worry about it, from what I hear that’s a perfectly natural reaction for, hehe ‘men like you’.”

Nathan was confused by this but Zara had already moved on. “You ever eat that ass?” She asked.

“What! No! That’s disgusting. Who would do that?” the white boy stammered.

“You’d be surprised. So you don’t last very long and you’re not very adventurous. Ok, tell me about your body cause you don’t look very big. Does your girlfriend think you look like a real man?”

“Well of course she does! What else would I look like? I am a man after all despite being, well slender and vertically challenged, I never get any complaints.”

“Really? No complaints? Your woman never has anything negative to say about your performance?”

“Well of course like any couple we have our issues. I mean nothing’s ever perfect so she does tell me occasionally that she needs a little more sometimes. But that’s normal for all couples. Sally assures me that I’m just fine in bed.”  

“Uh huh, ok that’s what I figured. I’m guessing you ain’t very big down there are you? It’s ok, every girl knows size doesn't matter so you can be honest.”

Nathan swallowed hard before answering, “Well I guess I’m average sized. Around 4 inches. That’s average isn’t it?”

Zara fought to control her smile as she said, “Oh yeah, that’s perfectly fine for a boy like you.”

Nathan wanted to ask what she meant by that but Zara was already standing and making her way to his side of the desk. She had taken a tape measure from her desk drawer and was telling Nathan to stand up so she could measure him for a uniform.

As Nathan stood up he said, “Wait, so I got the job?”

Zara laughed and said, “Oh yeah, you’re exactly what I’m looking for, and I’ve been looking for quite a while.”

The next few minutes were very uncomfortable for Nathan as Zara measured every inch of his body writing down every detail to the exact millimeter. Nathan had never been so thoroughly fitted for any article of clothing in his life and was very curious as to what his uniform would look like on him. He assumed it would be quite striking as it would fit perfectly.

Zara ran the measuring tape up and down both arms, smiling when she measured his biceps. She measured his chest, stomach, and waist and seemed delighted in how thin he was. As the black woman began running the tape up Nathan’s leg he started to squirm uncomfortably as her hand got closer to his private area. The white boy tensed up and tried desperately to think of anything else as he felt his miniature penis begin to stiffen.

Zara grinned as she noticed the white boy trying to hide his tiny erection and purposefully bumped her hand against his little package as she measured his inseam. The white boy gasped and Zara was certain if he brushed against it again, his little pecker would shoot off in his pants. The black woman was grinning ear to ear thinking about how easy this was all going to be. She’d been wanting to find herself a little white boy slave and this pathetic wimp was just too perfect. He was quite literally falling right into her hands and Zara’s mind ran wild with the possibilities.

When Zara finished measuring the white boy she led him out of the restaurant telling him to be back in one week to start his training. She said it would take that long to have his uniforms made and to prepare a training schedule for him. With barely a glance in his direction Zara headed back behind the counter with what Nathan could only describe as a sinister laugh.

But Nathan was too happy about his new job to really care just how strange the interview process had been and couldn’t wait to tell Sally his good news.

Part 2    

The week flew by quickly and Nathan soon found himself back in the Chicken Shack ready to start his first training shift. He reported to Zara at the front counter and the large black woman sniffed an annoyed sound at him and motioned with her finger for him to follow her to the back room. Nathan felt as if he were a burden to his new boss, as if his mere presence was nothing but an annoyance to her which made him more determined than ever to make a good impression on her. He fully intended to do everything he could to get on her good side.

When they reached the back room Zara closed and locked the door behind them before pointing to a spot in the middle of the room for Nathan to stand. The white boy moved to the center of the room and stood there with his arms at his sides nervously waiting for Zara’s next command. The black woman went to a locker in the corner and produced a plastic garment bag from within which she handed over to Nathan with a smile on her face.

“This here’s your uniform so go ahead and get dressed so we can start your training.” Zara said with an evil grin.

Nathan opened the bag and looked over the clothing with shock in his eyes. He could tell right away the uniform was way too small even for his tiny frame and the color scheme was much brighter than that of the other employees. While everyone else in the restaurant wore black pants with a brown and orange shirt, Nathan found a pair of wine colored, capri pants and a bright pink, short sleeved shirt that only buttoned halfway up leaving a plunging neckline with a too wide collar. The hat was a visor in a pink color to match the shirt. There was a pair of white nylon socks that almost looked like women’s stockings and a pair of black platform shoes that most definitely had a feminine vibe to them. Nathan was certain there had been a mistake and was quick to point it out to Zara.

“Um, listen Zara, um I’m not sure this is right. I mean this looks like a woman’s uniform and the colors don’t match everyone else.” The poor boy stammered.

“First off” Zara said, “It’s Miss Zara to you. And second of all, that’s the color scheme all new trainees wear so the customers and other employees can tell them from the veterans. As for the style, same thing, it’s made to stand out and everyone started in the same uniform so I don’t want to hear another word about it, you understand?”

Nathan blushed and murmured, “Yes Miss Zara, I understand. I’m sorry.”

Nathan had always had an innate fear of black people so his immediate response was always to apologize when confronted by one no matter the circumstance. He couldn’t explain why but he’s always felt that way, supposing it stemmed from the fact he hadn’t had direct contact with many African Americans so his lack of exposure lent to his fear and unease.

Nathan’s reverie was broken by the fact that Zara had been staring at him silently for two long minutes and he finally realized she meant for him to change into his uniform right now with her watching. He started to argue the point but the look on the black woman’s face made him lower his eyes to the floor and begin to slowly undress.

Nathan removed his shirt and immediately felt his boss’s eyes fixing on his hairless chest. He felt his nipples point straight out from the chill in the air combined with his own embarrassment and tried to turn his back on Zara to hide his condition.

“What you doing boy? I ain’t interested in your skinny little body, just hurry up and get changed.” She said.

Nathan removed his shoes and pulled down his jeans, slipping them off with his socks. He stood before the grinning black woman in his tighty whities blushing from head to toe before she finally handed him the bagged uniform.

Nathan put on the silky socks first while noticing the feel of the material on his legs as being smooth and quite comfortable. Next he pulled on the pants feeling very uncomfortable with the shortness of the leg length but not daring to say a word to his employer. The pink top came next and the satin like material kept his nipples standing at attention as it rubbed across them any time he moved. After putting on the shoes and hat Nathan looked at himself in the full length mirror and was shocked by what he saw. If he didn’t know better he would swear he was looking at a teenage girl instead of himself.

Zara chuckled softly and said, “Now let’s get to work boy.” As she led Nathan out the door and into the small kitchen area. As they entered the room every employee stopped their opening duties and stared at the blushing white boy before bursting out in laughter. Zara quickly shut down the ruckus but not before joining them in a quick laugh herself. She explained to the new hire that this was the normal reaction by all employees to anyone new to the store and that one day it would be his turn to laugh at a new member of the team. This did little to calm poor Nathan down but he stayed quiet and stared at the floor while everyone had a laugh at his expense. He’d never felt so alone as he did at this moment as the realization hit him that he was the only white person in the restaurant. Nathan was scared of everyone around him and knew immediately that he’d be following any order given to him by anyone of these people.

Zara gave Nathan a quick tour of the kitchen, introducing him to the rest of the staff, before telling him to go out front and unlock the doors to allow the day’s customers inside. Nathan had trouble walking in the platform shoes and had to place one foot in front of the other giving him a swish to his walk that made the other employees snicker behind his back. Nathan’s cute little bubble butt was swinging back and forth hypnotically in a sincerely feminine manner that did not go unnoticed by Zara and the others.

When Nathan returned to the kitchen he was certain there was some inside joke he’d missed out on but thought better than to ask anyone about it. Instead he focused his attention on learning the ins and outs of deep frying chicken and fries, how to put together a family meal or a sandwich, and all other tips and tricks to the Chicken Shack menu quickly falling into a routine known to all fast food workers.

As Nathan worked he tried desperately to be friendly and get to know his coworkers but they all seemed too busy or completely disinterested in the diminutive white boy. He quickly got the impression that the other employees felt superior to him and not just because he was a new hire. Nathan felt he had to work twice as hard to prove himself to the all black staff.

To complicate matters even more, Zara was a rough taskmaster for the little white boy. She had him running all day, cleaning up after the other workers, refilling food and supplies, taking out the garbage, sweeping up after the customers. In fact Nathan was doing everything except waiting on customers. Zara said they were used to a certain level of competency here at the Shack so only the black employees would deal with the public. This fact combined with his ridiculous outfit made Nathan the butt of many jokes from both the customers and other workers. He could hear whispered comments and laughter all throughout the day at his expense and he knew no one respected him at all, especially Zara.

The black woman found many ways to humiliate Nathan by keeping him on his knees almost constantly, be it scrubbing floors, to restocking bottom shelves, and even hand cleaning the toilets with nothing but a rag and bottle of spray cleaner. No matter where Nathan was in the restaurant he almost always wound up on his knees at Zara’s command. As such people kept bumping into the small white boy as if they didn’t even know he was there. Nathan spent the better part of the day dodging asses and crotches with his face. It was getting as though he was learning who each employee was by the scent of their ass or crotch.

He knew he must make a strange sight as the only white person in the building crawling around on the floor cleaning up after everyone while bumping his face into the private parts of his coworkers. As humiliating as this was for poor Nathan, the knowledge that everyone was laughing at him made things even worse. It seemed as though the other employees were going out of their way to run into the white boy's face by backing into him or just walking straight at him. He lost count of how many black asses had rubbed against his face and worse yet, how many black cocks had done the same. Any time he tried to complain Zara yelled at him to be more careful as if it were his fault.

At one point Nathan was cleaning up a spilled soda behind the counter when a customer came up to order. Since the others were busy working, Zara stepped in to wait on the woman. When Zara stepped in front of Nathan her ass brushed against his face and the white boy found himself staring directly into her ass crack. He tried to move away but a stern look from Zara kept him kneeling there scrubbing the spilled drink. Nathan heard the customer speaking to Zara.

“Um, you know there’s a white boy back there sniffing your ass right?” The woman asked. She was a big girl weighing in at an easy 250lbs that were all centered in her tits and ass. She looked to be about Nathan’s age and he was mortally embarrassed to have her comment on his current situation.

Zara laughed and said, “Yeah he’s a clumsy little snowbunny so he spends a lot of time down there on his knees. You’d almost think he likes it.”

“Oh I’m sure he does! I’m thinking it’s every white boy’s dream to be that close to a strong sister’s fine black ass.” The younger girl commented

Both women had a great laugh at Nathan’s expense as the humiliated white boy tried to hurry with his cleaning duties. Just as he was finishing up Zara took a step backwards and shoved her sweaty ass into Nathan’s face pushing him back against another employee who was picking up an order at the serving window. In that instant Nathan found his head completely trapped between the asses of two black women as they all laughed at his discomfort.

The other girl, Shawna, said “Watch what you’re doing boy” as she moved away to finish her order. Zara just looked at the customer with a cocky grin and both women shared another laugh as the customer said, “See what I mean? Those white boys will do anything to get into a black ass. Ya’ll better watch yourselves around him. Just look how he’s dressed. You just know he’s an HR violation waiting to happen.”

The women shared another laugh as Nathan scurried away into the kitchen. Upon reaching the safety of the other room Nathan felt as though he could collect himself after being treated so poorly but he saw Shawna whispering to the dishwasher, Curtis, and pointing in his direction. The two blacks laughed while staring right at the blushing white boy and he just knew they were making fun of him. This was turning into a giant mistake and Nathan started to prepare his speech to Zara. This was it, he was going to quit at the end of his first and only shift.

Part 3    

When his shift ended Nathan strode into Zara’s office with a purpose. He closed the door behind him and sat in the chair facing Zara without being asked. Nathan was angry and embarrassed and had every intention of telling his boss off as he resigned his position. Zara was busy doing paperwork and didn’t even look up as the white boy entered. The large black woman continued perusing the paperwork in front of her with an air of disinterest completely ignoring Nathan and making him increasingly uncomfortable.

Nathan sat there for nearly fifteen minutes before Zara looked up and in a seemingly surprised tone said, “Oh I didn’t know you was there snowflake, what do you need?”

Nathan cleared his throat and said in a nervous voice, “I um, I needed to talk to you about my job. Um, I’m not exactly happy here and I think maybe this isn’t for me. Um, I’m sorry. But I think I need to, um, quit.”

Zara leaned back and stared at the white boy for what seemed like forever before finally speaking in a stern, almost angry voice.

“I see. So after only one day you decided this? After I spent the day training you? After I was kind enough to take a chance on you? After specially ordering a uniform for you? This is how you thank me?”

Nathan squirmed in his seat. This wasn’t going as planned. Had he been able to jump right into his speech while he was still fired up he felt things would take on a better feel for him. He’d be more in control if Zara hadn’t made him wait for so long. But he tried again in a shaky, timid tone of voice.

“Well, Miss Zara, you see things just aren’t going the way I thought they would. Um, I don’t feel like I’m getting any respect here. Everyone seems to be laughing at me or treating me like a servant or worse like I’m some kind of slave.” Nathan explained.

Zara shot forward in her seat scaring the white boy with the sudden movement and said in a raised voice, “Did you just compare yourself to a slave in front of a black woman? In a restaurant full of black men and women? Is that what I just heard?”

Nathan panicked and began to stammer his response, “No, I mean yes, that is what I said but, No! I didn’t mean it that way. I never meant to insult you at all. I just meant that I’m a man and I’m not being treated as one. From my uniform to the way I’m treated and spoken to, I feel like I’m not being thought of as a real man.”

“A real man?” Zara said with a laugh. “I’m more of a man than you are, little boy. First you try some racist bullshit on me and now you're taking the sexist route? Which is it? Are you being treated like a slave or a sissy?”

Nathan apologized again saying, “No, I’m sorry, but no that’s not entirely what I mean. I never said sissy. I’m not a racist. Please understand, I think, I mean I don’t think you fully understand what I’m saying.”

Zara stood up and said, “Oh so now I’m stupid? I’m too fucking dumb to understand your intelligent white man speak? Is that it?”

Nathan was in a pure panic now and felt hot tears filling his eyes. The poor white boy had completely lost the thread of the conversation and was now just backpedaling to try not to be sued as a racist or sexist or whatever may happen over this clusterfuck of a conversation. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing at this point and just sat back in the chair and began fumbling with his shirt, nervously twisting the fabric between his fingers.

For Zara this was an amazing development. She had every intention of abusing this tiny white boy for her own amusement and thought for certain it would be more difficult to wear him down but it seemed providence had lent a hand and Nathan had given her the perfect opening to tear apart his self esteem.

The formidable black woman stood looking down at the emasculated white boy with her arms folded, drumming the fingers of her right hand against her left arm looking lost in thought. Poor Nathan was afraid to move or speak so he just sat there staring at his hands as they continued twisting his shirt around. As the silence stretched on Nathan became aware of how close Zara was standing to him. He could smell her sweat and more, he could also smell the scent of her crotch as his head was now at waist level with her as she stood glaring at him. His eyes traveled up her body and he noticed small sweat stains at her crotch, under her heaving breasts and under her arms. The fragrant body odor was at once disgusting and enticing. Nathan was confused by what he was feeling and soon found himself lost in thought as he stared at the strong, black, woman’s sweaty cleavage.

At last Zara spoke up with words that made Nathan even more uncomfortable than he’d already been. “What the fuck are you staring at boy?”

Nathan was shocked into movement and quickly jerked his eyes up to Zara’s face as he stumbled over his words. “Nothing Miss Zara, I mean I was just thinking, I mean there was nothing going on. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean anything, I just got distracted!” The white boy trailed off embarrassed at being caught.

Zara smiled to herself at how quickly she had gained the upper hand and said to the quivering white boy, “So, what I’m hearing is that a self entitled, white boy is trying to tell a hard working black woman that he’s better than her. What I’m hearing is that you see me as a piece of meat you can stare at to get your freak on. What I’m hearing is that you’re lying to me and trying to say you weren’t just staring at my tits like a little pervert. What I’m hearing is that you are ungrateful, lazy, pervy, and a bit of a racist. If that’s true, fine, then get up and walk out that door and we’ll let the corporate lawyers decide what everything you just said means. Or, we can forget this little outburst and you can come in here tomorrow ready to work, and I mean work. What’s it going to be boy?”

Zara leaned forward and it took all of Nathan’s willpower to not look at her wide, sweaty, cleavage. The smell of her sweat was overwhelming and Nathan felt his little pecker straining in his too tight pants. He was mortified at his situation and terrified Zara would notice his erection.

Nathan knew in this litigious world of political correctness that he’d never be able to dispute charges of racism or sexism and he felt the panic overwhelm his senses. He could see no other way out of this predicament and found himself mumbling his response. Zara took great joy in making the white boy speak up.

“Louder little boy, I can’t hear you,” she said.

“Um, I said I’m sorry Miss Zara. I’ll be in tomorrow for my shift ready to work. I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy. Thank you for the second chance.” Nathan said.

Before he could get into any more trouble the white boy quickly scurried from Zara’s office, grabbed his street close, and ran out the door without bothering to change out of his uniform all the while walking almost bowlegged to hide his arousal.

He was thankful his room was so close when he saw and heard everyone on the street pointing and laughing at his appearance. Nathan hurried into his dorm and quickly closed the door behind him. He’d never been more thankful to have a private dorm room with single occupancy. He quickly stripped off his uniform, took a shower, and dressed in sweatpants and a shirt from his dresser drawer. Nathan had just finished dressing when there was a knock at his door and he was delighted to let Sally inside. His girlfriend was smiling and bubbly as she asked about his day.

“How did everything go? Didn’t I tell you those were the nicest guys working there? I’ll bet you made fast friends with all the other employees.” She said.

Nathan didn’t want to complain and ruin her good mood so he told Sally, “Oh it was great, yeah I really like everyone there. My boss is great too. Yeah, it’s all um, great.”

“Oh I’m so glad,” Sally said. “I just knew you’d love it. Now come here and give me a kiss, I’ve missed you today.”

Nathan closed the distance between them and putting his arms around her waist, pulled Sally in to a long, warm, kiss. Things progressed quickly and Nathan soon found himself laying on his back with Sally on top of him. The couple made out for several minutes before Sally sat up and removed her sweater and bra. Nathan quickly raised his hands and began to fondle and massage his girlfriend’s tits. Sally moaned and began grinding her crotch against Nathan’s as a precursor to the inevitable sex. Puzzled by Nathan’s lack of response Sally reached down and began to rub his tiny penis with her fingers. It became apparent immediately that Nathan was not getting hard and Sally redoubled her efforts by removing her boyfriend’s sweats and underwear.

She worked his small penis over with her fingers trying to get a rise out of the tiny member but after several humiliating minutes Nathan finally told her to stop. The white boy was blushing from head to toe in embarrassment but tried his best to look good in a bad situation. He rolled Sally onto her back and pulled off her pants and panties saying he wanted to take care of her first. Sally was thrilled with his gentlemanly offer and spread her legs wide allowing Nathan access to her perfectly groomed pussy.

As Nathan moved down and began to lick and kiss Sally’s pussy, the scent of her crotch had an immediate effect on him. The poor white boy didn’t make the connection but after spending a day on his knees being surrounded by the smell of so many people’s asses and crotches, he was becoming aroused by the smell of Sally’s sweaty nether regions.

Nathan had never been one to enjoy eating pussy and was only doing this to cover his own inadequacies for the time being but something unbeknownst to him had changed his way of thinking today. A previously hidden desire had reared its head and Nathan was overwhelmed by the sense of humiliation that comes from serving someone with your tongue. The taste and smell of a sweaty, salty, and humid pussy was driving him wild and the raw, earthy scent from Sally’s asscrack was only adding to his pleasure.

For her part Sally was in heaven. She loved the way Nathan was devouring her juices as he slurped away at her overheated cunt. She usually felt guilty for not washing before coming over but now, somehow the knowledge that Nathan was licking away the day’s sweat, stale piss, and pussy juice was driving her over the edge. Something about the subservient way her boyfriend was going down on her was making her crazy and she felt herself climbing toward an intense orgasm.

Sally grabbed Nathan’s hair and pulled his face deep into her crotch as she came in a screaming, shuddering climax that stunned her with its ferocity. Just as she collapsed back on the bed she felt Nathan climbing up on top of her and she was disgusted to think she’d now have to fuck him after he’d been down there with his tongue in her snatch. But just as Nathan got into position he suddenly moaned and groaned then swore under his breath in shock and shame. Sally didn’t understand Nathan’s dismay until she felt the small amount of warm liquid running down her thigh. Her boyfriend had just prematurely ejaculated on her leg. Sally was amused and thankful at the same time since she didn’t have to kiss Nathan with her slimy excretions all over his mouth.

Sally suppressed a laugh and said in a quiet voice, “Oh dear, did you have an accident Natty? Oh it’s ok, it happens. Don’t worry I’m not angry. You just got overly excited that’s all.”

Nathan was shocked and humiliated and with tears in his eyes rolled over to face away from Sally as he said, “Oh, I know. I’m not embarrassed or anything. I’m just tired. I just need sleep.”

Sally had to cover her mouth so as not to laugh out loud as she rolled over to face away from Nathan and closed her eyes for the night.

Nathan lay awake for hours listening to Sally’s steady breathing as he contemplated his pitiful performance. What the fuck had happened? And why did the taste and smell of an unwashed pussy push him over the edge like that? Nathan’s questions soon blended with memories of his first day of work and he was plagued with dreams of smelling and tasting Zara’s wide ass much to his dismay.

Part 4     

When Nathan reported for work the next day Zara said she had a special assignment for him. He was to shadow her in the take out window so he could learn everything about the restaurant’s drive through service. As Zara led the tiny white boy to the window he noticed it was actually a small booth adjacent to the side of the restaurant and Zara explained it had been added after the main building itself had been in operation for a while so it was a very uncomfortable, tight space for even one person to work let alone two.

Zara had Nathan sit on a small stool while she stood at the window ready to take orders. From his vantage Nathan soon noticed his head was exactly level with Zara’s crotch and ass but in the confined space he could do very little to keep his face away from the black woman’s private parts so he did his best to keep from actually touching her in any way.

Little did the white boy know but Zara was thrilled with the situation and couldn’t wait to increase his discomfort throughout the day. The black woman knew from experience the drive thru was extremely busy she would be constantly moving to collect money and hand out orders needing to bend over to do both. She knew this would mean her large, muscular, shapely ass would come in contact with the white sissy’s face over and over. Zara giggled to herself wondering how Nathan would handle the situation. Would the white boy say anything or was he too scared of yesterday’s confrontation to cause any trouble. As the first car pulled up Zara knew it was time to find out.

Zara took the customer’s order and when the car pulled up to the window she leaned out to collect his money. As she did she felt her ass brush against Nathan’s face and was amused to feel him try to back away only to be trapped by the close back wall. As she took the customer’s money and made change for him she wiggled her ass up and down along the white sissy’s face loving the feeling of his hot breath in her crack. For his part, Nathan was stunned and terribly afraid to move. He thought any movement by him would seem like he was trying to feel Zara’s ass on purpose and he didn’t want the black woman to get angry again. He was afraid of a sexual harassment complaint not even realizing in his fear that he was the one being harrassed.

When the order was ready Zara turned her shapely body around to take the bags from Oscar, the cook, which of course put her pussy directly in Nathan’s face. Zara and Oscar shared a smile at the white boy’s predicament. Oscar loved the way Zara broke these white boys and was thrilled to have another one on staff for their entertainment. Zara always shared her conquests with the rest of the employees and Oscar couldn’t wait till she’d broken this one. At 6’4” and 240lbs of solid muscle, Oscar was the perfect specimen of a superior black man and in comparison made Nathan look like a small girl.

In his current position Nathan could see nothing of the amused exchange between the two black people since his face was currently pressed into Zara’s cunt and he was overwhelmed by the smell of her crotch.

As Zara turned back to the window Nathan caught a breath of fresh air and was flustered by what had just occurred. He was blushing fiercely and had started shaking in fear and humiliation. He wanted to say something but was again too scared of angering his boss in any way so he just sat there wondering how things could possibly get worse.

Nathan didn’t have to wonder for very long as he soon realized his immature penis had begun to get stiff in his tight, feminine, capri pants. The poor white boy was overwhelmed by the scent of Zara’s womanhood in such a confined space and his arousal was making him very uncomfortable. The longer the two sat in this small booth together the more they began to sweat. For Nathan this wasn’t much of a problem as his slight, hairless body had the added benefit of never really perspiring very much. His parents used to tease him about it saying he was like a lady in a romance novel as a true lady never sweats.

The complete opposite could be said about Zara however, as the large black woman was sweating profusely and her body odor, combined with the scent from her sweaty cunt was making poor Nathan dizzy. The white boy was fighting his disgust as well as his desire while the scent of his boss drove him crazy. Nathan couldn’t wrap his mind around the twin urges to run from her or to press his face into her most sacred places and sniff her musky scents.

Nathan’s discomfort did not go unnoticed by Zara as she could see the white sissy trying to hide his tiny erection from her so she did her best to press her flesh against him at every opportunity. With each new order to come in, Zara would intentionally bend over and reach past Nathan’s face making sure either her sweat soaked armpits or her sweaty breasts made contact with her white captive’s nose. She also made certain to remain standing when teaching him some new rule or technique so that her heavily scented pussy was just an inch or so from his face. But her favorite activity was to turn toward the window so her ample, perfectly shaped, bubble butt was constantly in Nathan’s direct line of sight. The white boy had watched throughout the day as a heavy line of sweat had soaked Zara’s pants down the entire length of her ass crack. The yoga pants Zara wore were form fitting so the material was pressed into her ass as if it were molded to fit her like a second skin. The sight and smell of Zara’s sweaty ass were making Nathan incredibly horny despite the fact he usually found that part of the human body to be utterly disgusting. He was confused by his interest in this black woman’s ass and wanted dearly to escape this horrid little booth.

When their lunch time finally arrived Nathan was crushed when Zara told him they would stay at the window and eat lunch while they worked so he could see what it was like when they were understaffed. So while Nathan delicately nibbled on a small chicken sandwich Zara wolfed down a five piece dinner with a double side of rice and beans. Zara couldn’t help but laugh as she ate knowing how quickly these beans would hit her system.

Zara waited on customers as she ate her lunch and each time she reached across Nathan to pick up an order the white boy noticed small drops of her sweat dripping onto his sandwich. He was terrified to complain so he quietly ate his food knowing it was heavily spiced with his boss’s salty perspiration. His time in the drive thru window was becoming pure torture for Nathan as the wild smells of body odor and pussy secretions combined with the humiliation of eating the woman’s sweat were driving him insane. He couldn’t decide between his urge to scream in frustration, rub his aching, throbbing penis, or drop to his knees and beg his boss to release him from this hell. Instead Nathan quietly ate his lunch, listened to Zara’s instructions, and tried desperately to ignore the painful erection her closeness was causing.

And then something changed. The air in the small room suddenly became thick and heavy. A strong odor pervaded the air almost knocking Nathan from his chair. The poor boy couldn’t help but gasp out loud and cover his nose and mouth with his hand. The stink was unmistakable and Nathan knew with all certainty that the awful black woman had passed gas. This was doubly shocking to Nathan as it not only made him even more uncomfortable but it broke his previous images of women in general. As far as this naive little white boy knew, girls never farted. At least that’s what his mother and Sally had always told him. But this awful display proved that notion false in the worst way possible.

Zara had trouble keeping a straight face as she watched Nathan struggle to breathe and had prepared for this moment with a perverse glee. She wanted to really crush the white boy’s spirit and was ready with a speech to do just that when she saw his reaction just as she’d planned.

“What’s the problem snowflake?” the black woman asked innocently.

Nathan sounded as though he were holding his breath when he answered, “Nothing, nothing at all Miss Zara. It’s just a little stuffy in here, could we maybe run a fan or keep the door open?”

“No, I don’t want to get too cold. Why you holding your breath? And why you covering your face like that?” Zara asked knowing full well what the answer was.

Nathan gulped and said, “Oh um, there just seems to be a strange smell in here all of a sudden that’s all. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“What are you suggesting boy? Are you saying I smell? Is that another racist remark? Do you think all black people smell bad or something?” Zara said.

“No! NO! Not at all Miss Zara! I just think maybe someone passed gas and the smell made its way in here. Or maybe it’s the restrooms. I’m not sure, but I know it has nothing to do with race ma’am.” The poor white boy tried to explain.

Zara was amused as she continued torturing the poor sissy boy. “Well for your information, I ‘passed gas’ as you so daintily put it. What’s the matter? Can’t a girl fart? Are you being sexist now? I’ll bet if you were working with men you’d have a good laugh at all the farting and burping, right? What a misogynistic thing to say. I thought we’d talked about your sexist behavior.”

Nathan was in full panic as he said, “No ma’am, I mean yes ma’am we did. I’m sorry Miss Zara. I didn’t mean anything. I don’t mind it at all, it was just surprising. I won’t say another word, I promise. I didn’t mean anything sexist at all.”

Zara barely contained her smile as she said, “Alright then. We’ll forget this little outburst. Afterall I’m just a human being like everyone else and I have bodily issues like everyone else. I can’t help those things. I can’t believe you’d embarrass me like that. What kind of gentleman points out a woman’s flaws? I’m so ashamed.” She continued with a hidden smirk, playing up her distress to make Nathan feel bad and to control him even more.

Nathan was beside himself as he apologized profusely to his boss and promised to behave from now on as if nothing was wrong at all. Zara smiled and said, “Good boy. That’s why I like you white boys, you learn respect for your betters quickly. Just the way it should be.”

The white boy wasn’t sure how to take that last remark but was unable to think about it as another customer had pulled up to the drive thru. When Zara heard the voice she began laughing and chatted openly with a woman who was obviously a good friend of hers. When Nathan saw the car pull up to the window he was amazed by how similar in build the customer was to Zara. They could have been sisters but were clearly just friends by the way Zara spoke to her and inquired about her family. Zara had Nathan fill the order while she leaned out the window to converse with her friend Charlene. Nathan tried several times to get the attention of his boss to let her know the order was ready but he was ignored and forced to sit with his face just inches from her shapely, humid, sweat stained ass as the two women laughed and caught up with each other. As Nathan sat there waiting for a chance to interrupt there was a loud explosion of air coming from Zara’s ass and blowing into the white boy’s unguarded face. He actually felt the force of the wind from the massive fart and his eyes began to water immediately from the stench.

Zara continued her conversation as if nothing had happened and Nathan was afraid to say or do anything so he sat there breathing in the awful smell too scared to cover his nose or even turn his head. And then things got infinitely worse as Nathan felt his little penis react to this new humiliation. He was hard as he’d ever been and could feel his arousal flooding his entire body. Nathan had never felt such raw humiliation and degradation in his life. Here he was in a cramped booth with a powerful, sweaty, black woman who held his life in her hands, metaphorically speaking, and he was getting off on the fact that she’d farted directly into his face. The stink of her gas combined with the embarrassment of knowing she’d done it intentionally with no regard to him as a human being was actually turning him on despite his absolute disgust over the whole situation. He hated this feeling more than anything. This was no way for a real man to behave. What the hell was wrong with him he thought to himself. Why was he acting like such a wimp? He hated himself for behaving in such a submissive fashion but was too afraid of the black woman to say or do a single thing. So the white boy sat there and breathed in the black woman’s horrid fart as he listened to her laugh while telling her friend about the silly little white boy she had to train.

Finally Zara moved back inside, took the order from Nathan and handed it out the window to her friend. The black boss even made sure to wave a hand across her face and say, “Damn, it stinks in here. I’m going to the ladies room so you be a good boy and take the next couple of orders.” And with that she moved to get past Nathan. She placed a hand on his head to keep him seated on his little stool as she squeezed her large but muscular and shapely body past him. Zara made certain to press Nathan’s face into her swampy crotch as she moved around him and when she finally made it out the door the poor white boy was left with his face feeling damp from his boss’s bodily secretions. He could smell her sweaty pussy all over his face and before he could stop himself his little penis shot off in his pants. Nathan was never able to cum in any significant quantity but the few dribbles of clear fluid that did escape managed to wet his pants in an obvious way that caused him no end of dread. He had no other uniform pants to change into and was stuck in this booth anyway as the next customer drove up. Nathan swallowed his pride and stood up to take the customer’s order.

The poor white boy waited on five different customers before Zara finally came back into the booth. The horror he experienced at having strangers see the damp spot on his pants was compounded by Zara’s teasing words as she saw the stain. The black woman knew very well what had happened as she could smell her own juices on Nathan’s face and could see how uncomfortable the white boy was in her presence now. Oh she had plenty of experience in training white boys and could always tell when one of the useless little wimps had soiled their panties with their weak little cummies. She laughed as she pointed it out to Nathan.

“What happened there boy? Did you peepee in your undies? Did little Nate have an accident?” She asked with a smile.

Nathan tried to maintain his dignity as he said, “No! Not at all. I, I mean, it was, no, nothing like that.”

Zara grinned at him and said, “Oh, maybe it was a different kind of accident? Maybe you got all excited and your little weewee shot off. Is that what happened? Did being this close to a strong, black woman all day make you shoot your little load? You can tell Miss Zara the truth. Well, I mean I already know the truth so why don’t you just admit it for me? Hmmm?”

Nathan was mortified and completely humiliated as he looked up into the face of his tormentor. He’d never felt so embarrassed. He began to stammer out an excuse but suddenly Zara leaned forward so her cleavage was inches from Nathan’s face and he could smell the salty sweat from her massive tits as the black woman spoke to him.

“It’s alright snowflake, I know you can’t resist ole Zara. I know how you white boys think. You have a natural feeling of inferiority when it comes to people who, well who naturally exhibit such powerful, dark energy. You know your place in the scheme of things don’t you boy? I mean you know a black goddess like myself is infinitely superior to a tiny, pathetic, white worm like you don’t you?”

Nathan was struggling to maintain his composure as the black woman moved forward and pressed him against the door with her muscular bulk. She reached down and rubbed his crotch with her open palm making him squirm in discomfort. Nathan was never able to get erect for several hours after cumming so his penis remain flaccid as Zara continued to rub it roughly. The black woman smiled at her captive’s troubled expression as she continued speaking to him as if he were a child.

“I think you see how things should be around here don’t you boy? I mean I caught you speaking in a very racist and sexist tone didn’t I? And we both know you got off on rubbing up against me so I could easily file sexual harassment charges against you couldn’t I? But I don’t need to do that at all because you’re going to be a good boy for Zara aren’t you, pet?” Zara asked as she moved her hand up to Nathan’s face and rubbed the wetness she’d picked up through his pants onto his face, making sure to run her damp fingertips across his soft, pink lips leaving a taste of sissy cummies on his mouth.

Nathan involuntarily licked his lips and tasted his own mess which made him grimace in disgust. He tried to talk his way out of this situation but Zara was already moving. She left the drive thru booth with a quick look over her shoulder and a last comment to poor Nathan.

“Make sure you’re here on time tomorrow boy. I have a lot more to teach you and I don’t want you messing up my schedule. You understand me boy?” Zara said with an evil grin.

Nathan wanted to shout. He wanted to scream at her and threaten to expose her to management. He wanted to quit in a fiery blaze of glory the other employees would talk about for years. But he didn’t. Instead the weak willed, white boy looked down at the floor and mumbled, “Yes ma’am. I’ll be here on time.” As his laughing boss walked out the door.

Part 5     

When Nathan got back to his dorm he found Sally waiting for him but he was so exhausted and beat down that he barely acknowledged her as they walked into his room. Sally immediately began to come on to Nathan kissing his neck and running her hands all over his body but her boyfriend seemed unresponsive to all of her advances. Sally reached down and began to rub her hand up and down along Nathan’s penis and was amazed to find it remained limp and useless under her touch. She pulled away from her boyfriend and stared at him in shock and anger.

“What the fuck Nathan? Why isn’t your dick getting hard? Have you been fucking around on me? You never stay soft around me, never!” Sally said in a demanding voice.

Nathan was ashamed to answer but knew he’d better give her a good reason for the failure of his penis because he knew she was right, he’d never been able to resist Sally in any way and usually came too soon any time she played with his little penis.

Nathan stammered out, “No dear, I’m not. I’m just so tired, work was a mess. I um, I just can’t seem to get an erection right now because it’s been a stressful day, that’s all. Nothing else is going on, I swear.”

Sally said, “Well that’s just great! I came over here to get off and once again I’m disappointed by your little pecker. Either you shoot off before you even get it in me, or you don’t last more than a minute, or even when you do last your record 2 minutes, your penis isn’t big enough to get me off at all. I’m starting to wonder why I keep coming back here Nathan.”

Nathan choked back a sob and said, “No Sally don’t say that. I just want you to be happy. I’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy you. What if I used my mouth on you again?”

Sally knew how much Nathan hated to eat pussy but she was horny and pissed off at always getting the short end of things when it came to her boyfriend’s useless, tiny, peepee. So the buxom beauty smiled and said, “Well, since you asked so nicely, yes you can go down on me. Get up on the bed and get naked.”

Nathan hurried to comply and was soon naked and crouched between Sally’s legs. For her part Sally had only raised her skirt and removed her panties. She thought it was kind of funny to be almost fully clothed while her little boyfriend was nude and groveling between her thighs. Somehow after being disappointed yet again, Sally had learned she enjoyed being in a position of power in this relationship and planned to get what she deserved.

As Nathan began licking Sally’s already wet pussy he shuddered at the taste and smell. It was as if he were becoming addicted to the scent of a woman’s crotch and the longer he licked and sniffed the moist patch between Sally’s thighs the more turned on he became. He was getting lost in the sensations surrounding him and started to feel as though this were his natural place in life. Somehow pleasing women with his lips and tongue seemed right, as if the universe knew his penis could never please anyone so he’d been gifted with a talented tongue.

Sally was soon screaming in orgasm as Nathan continued to lick and suck at her soft pink lips and throbbing little clit. Nathan’s nose was pressed firmly into the perfectly groomed patch of soft curly hair at the top of Sally’s pussy while his tongue was dancing around in its soft folds and Sally couldn’t be happier. When Nathan tried to come up for air after making Sally cum she grabbed his hair and pushed him back between her legs telling him to keep going as she wanted to cum again and again.

Nathan continued his efforts for the next 45 minutes bringing Sally off several times to shattering orgasms that had her screaming in pleasure. Poor Nathan had a very sore neck, a stiff jaw, and a swollen tongue by the time Sally finally released her grip. Nathan was so weak that his head slid downward into the gap between Sally’s legs and because he was so exhausted and bewildered by this experience the poor white boy never stopped licking. So it was that his tongue made contact with Sally’s taint and finally her tight little rosebud.

This was the most happy accident of the young girl’s life and she moaned in renewed pleasure as she felt Nathan’s tongue swipe across her musky asshole. Without giving a thought Sally sat herself up and dropped her ass directly on Nathan’s straining red face. The young girl was facing her boyfriend’s feet so her ass crack was completely covering Nathan’s face. She reached down and grabbed Nathan’s nipples between her fingers and twisted them hard as she commanded the boy to continue licking. She was amazed at the words coming from her mouth as she was with the actions she was committing. Sally had never seen herself as aggressive but after witnessing how subservient, meek, and docile her boyfriend truly was, she found herself taking full advantage of the situation.

She growled down at him, “That’s it! Keep licking! Lick all around my asshole! I love it, don’t stop!”

Nathan was in shock at hearing the firm commands coming from his formerly sweet and diminutive girlfriend. He’d never expected anything like this from his dear Sally but was too afraid of her behavior to do anything but obey. The beaten white boy was miserable as he licked circles around the puckered butthole of his sweetheart. She was bouncing up and down on his face giving him meager gasps of air that barely kept him conscious as he licked her pert little ass. The taste and smell were unbelievable and the white boy found himself repulsed at the notion of what exactly he was doing. He had his tongue up in the most intimate place on a human being and was hating every second but could not find the courage to stop.

So when Sally ordered him to stick his tongue up into her tight, anal, passage Nathan hesitated thinking this was the last straw. He was about to push Sally off of his face and tell her off once and for all but the bouncing girl had other things in mind. She again twisted Nathan’s nipples and shouted out, “Now you little bitch! Lick my asshole! Get your tongue in there deep and fuck my ass with your face!”

Nathan was terrified and in incredible pain but he complied instantly. He stiffened his tongue and pushed it past Sally’s sphincter muscle feeling the smooth inside of her dirt tunnel. His senses were assaulted with the new heavy, earthy, dank taste of another person’s asshole and he began to weep in shame as his tongue fucked deep into Sally.

Sally bounced on Nathan’s face feeling his tongue shoving deeper and deeper up her butt with each downward thrust and after several minutes she felt another powerful orgasm building. She kept up the constant pressure on Nathan’s nipples, twisting and pulling them out away from his body as she slammed her ample ass down on his face over and over. The poor boy was crying in pain and humiliation but at the same time his tiny penis was standing at attention pulsing with the pressure of increased blood flow.

As Sally screamed out another orgasm Nathan could no longer control himself and he too came with a shout into the thick ass covering his face. The vibration of his scream up her ass caused Sally’s orgasm to increase in intensity and she pushed her ass firmly down on Nathan’s face almost choking him out from lack of oxygen.

When she finally came down from her amazing ride Sally climbed down off Nathan’s face, sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled her panties back on, then stood up and looked back at the mess of white boy laying on the mattress soaked in sweat and her bodily secretions.

At that moment Sally felt a large measure of respect for Nathan fade away and she saw him in a new light. He had allowed her to sit on his face. He had willingly put his tongue into her asshole. He had again shot his pitiful load without anyone touching his miniature penis. Sally was sadly disgusted in Nathan and felt she had some thinking to do so she said a quick goodbye and left his dorm room to make the walk back to her apartment.

Nathan lay there for nearly an hour before rising to his feet and stumbling into the bathroom to take a shower. He felt as though he’d been in a fight. His nose and lips hurt, his neck was incredibly stiff, and his mouth tasted foul beyond belief. The poor boy felt a strong humiliation the likes of which he’d never felt before and wondered why he’d allowed two women, one of whom he loved, to treat him this way in one day. The poor boy cried in the shower as his mind reviewed the events leading him to this place of despair and he was still sobbing as he lay down in his bed and closed his eyes for the night.

Part 6    

When Nathan arrived at work the next day he was somber and withdrawn, looking like he’d lost his way, a fact which Zara took notice of right away. She could see a change in the white boy’s character and knew her plan to break his spirit was working. Zara called Nathan into her office for a conversation before he started his shift.

“Well boy I’m disappointed in your performance in the take out window yesterday so I’m going to need you to step it up today and work harder to earn my approval. You see I get the feeling you think just because you’re a white college boy that you’re better than everyone else here so I think you need to learn to be more of a team player. I’m worried about your attitude.” The black woman said without a hint of sarcasm.

Nathan looked fearful and depressed but a part of him still wanted to rebel against this kind of treatment so he tried once again to have a rational conversation with his cruel boss.

“I don’t know what you want from me Miss Zara. I’m trying my best. It seems like no matter what I do or say it’s misinterpreted around here. I seem to come off as a racist and a sexist when I assure you I’m none of those things. I think it’s time you treated me with a little more respect Miss Zara after all this is just a fast food joint. I don’t plan on working here forever, this is just a way to earn some extra money and I’m getting tired of it beating me down so much.” Nathan spoke more in this instant than he had his entire time here at the Chicken Shack and his puffed out chest and direct eye contact made Zara think her control over him might be slipping. But as she stared at the timid white boy without speaking for a few minutes she saw his resolve slowly fade and watched as his eyes slowly focused on the floor and he began fidgeting with his hands, a sure sign of fear and nerves.

Zara eventually spoke and her words caused Nathan to flinch when she said, “Now you listen to me boy! That little speech of yours sounded cute but rehearsed, like you practiced it all morning. Well let me tell you a thing or two right now. I have not misinterpreted anything from you cracker! All I’ve heard from your sissy mouth are racist and sexist remarks. You always talk down to me and the other people of color working here and there ain’t a judge alive that wouldn’t see things my way if I decided to take your ass to court. So from this moment on you will obey my words like they was the words of god himself. I ain’t putting up with no more of your college boy shit. In fact it’s time you see where you really fit in around here boy, now get your fucking clothes off.”

Nathan was stunned and couldn’t believe his own ears so he looked up at Zara and said, “Um, excuse me?”

Zara said, “You heard me snowflake, take off your fucking clothes, all of them right now.”

Nathan stood there blinking for a few seconds before looking closely at Zara’s face. The anger he saw there rooted him to the floor in fear. He wanted to run out the door but his feet wouldn’t work. He wanted to tell her to fuck off but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. He wanted to scream and jump up and down and throw things around the room but he found all he had the strength to do was obey. The white boy was in turmoil as he began pulling off his clothing. Under the strict and mocking gaze of the superior black woman Nathan the sissy white boy surrendered his dignity in a pathetic display of submission. He was overwhelmed by fear but there was something else at work here. He felt naturally submissive to this woman, in fact to all women, but particularly to this black woman. As easy as it had been to submit to Sally’s twisted commands last night it was far easier to do Miss Zara’s bidding. Nathan couldn’t explain his feelings but he just knew it was right to bow down to a superior member of the black race.

Nathan soon stood shivering in just his underwear in front of his demanding boss wondering what fresh hell was coming next.

“Take off them white boy panties too bitch” Zara snarled

Nathan’s hands were shaking as he peeled off his tighty whities and dropped them on the floor with the rest of his clothing.

Zara stood up and walked around her desk looking the white boy up and down with a cruel smile on her face. “Damn boy is that your little dickie? Can you even call that a dick? Can we even call you a boy? Shit, you look like a little girl standing there with your clitty all swollen and puffy from being such a horny slut. I mean what the fuck? You ain’t even got no hair anywhere on your scrawny body except that tiny patch above your clit.”

Nathan blushed fiercely at the bully’s words and felt tears of shame fill his eyes. He tried to cover his penis but a quick slap to his face stopped him cold. Zara was glaring at him again as if daring him to move or to speak.

Zara stood behind the quivering white boy as she said, “I’ve decided you need a new work uniform that fits your personality better. Call it a gift because I know you’ll love it in time. You’ll be wearing it every day from now on and don’t worry I already got the ok from corporate since this politically correct society is afraid to insult someone like you. Someone who is confused about their sexuality and wants to experiment with the way they dress and act. Someone who always thought they were a man but are starting to realize they’re actually a sissy bitch.”

Nathan was confused by her words but kept his mouth shut out of fear. He stood there helplessly as Zara began running her hands up and down his body. She caressed his back with her fingertips and slowly moved her hand down to the top of his ass. The black woman placed the palm of her hand on Nathan’s quivering butt cheek and cupped the soft flesh giving it a hard squeeze that brought a strangled cry from her captive. Zara fondled Nathan’s ass for several minutes alternating between squeezing and pinching the feminine, fleshy, bubble butt of the white boy before laughing and moving to face him.

As Zara came around to stand facing Nathan she laughed out loud again when she saw the state of his diminutive penis. The tiny nub was standing straight out in all its pitiful glory and Zara giggled uncontrollably at the sight before her. She shook her head and made her way over to the file cabinet from which she produced a clothing box that she handed to the naked sissy.

When she ordered Nathan to open the box he did so with trepidation his hands shaking furiously.

Nathan groaned out loud in disgust as he saw the contents of the box and looked at Zara with pleading eyes begging her with a look not to make him wear this abomination.

Zara looked angrily at the sissy and said, “Don’t you even think about arguing with Momma now. You put your uniform on so we can get to work. You hear me sissy?”

Nathan felt a surge of anger and for a second it looked like he might balk at the idea but instead he proved Zara right and caved in to her superiority as he began pulling the clothes out of the box to examine them closely.

Directly on top of the pile of garments was a pair of pink panties cut in the bikini style. Nathan stared at Zara and found no mercy from her so he slowly bent down to pull the panties onto his legs slowly working them up till they fit snugly against his crotch and ass. Zara laughed again as she looked at the tiny tent the sissy’s clitty made in the satiny underwear.

The humiliated white boy then picked up a short pink and black plaid skirt and began to sob quietly as he pulled it up his legs into place. He felt like a fool and wanted to run from this place but he was acutely aware of his throbbing penis and despite his embarrassment, his arousal kept him from moving. The next item from the box was a short, white, half shirt that tied in the front and at this point Nathan was too degraded to react so he simply tied the shirt off and moved to the next article of clothing. What he found next didn’t surprise him at all for at the bottom of the box lay a pair of thigh high black stockings. Nathan averted his eyes from Zara as he pulled on the stockings one by one then stood before his tormentor shaking in fear and humiliation.

Zara smiled as she reached behind her desk and produced a pair of Japanese, Lolita, school girl, flat heeled shoes in a black color matching the stockings. When Nathan put on the shoes Zara opened her closet door to show him a full length mirror hanging on the other side. Nathan stared at the image in the mirror in shock and dismay. He looked like a slutty school girl ready to meet her daddy in some twisted porn fantasy. He was floored by the image. Everything about him screamed sissy! Tears ran freely down the white boy’s face as he realized he’d have to go out into the restaurant dressed this way. He had no choice now. He’d given in and this awful black woman had won.

Nathan thought it was time to go out and start his shift but was quite surprised when Zara moved behind her desk and removed her clothing from the waist down. The shapely woman sat in her desk chair and placed each leg over one of the chair’s arms spreading them wide open and putting her glistening pussy on display.

“On your knees boy! Now! I think you know what I want from you.” Zara said.

Nathan stood still for a count of 3 before he felt his legs moving on their own accord. He was suddenly standing before his boss, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. Zara grinned at her sissy and snapped her fingers before pointing to the floor before her.

Nathan dropped slowly to his knees and found himself staring into the tangled bush of Zara’s pussy. There was so much hair he could barely make out the lines of her full nether lips. Before he could form a conscious thought on the matter, Nathan felt Zara grab his head and pull him into her crotch face first. The boy’s lips and nose made contact with the slimy, dank lips of Zara’s heavily scented pussy and he felt the urge to be sick from the taste and smell.

“Start licking!” was the command from above and Nathan hurried to comply. He ran his tongue up the length of the hairy pussy and parted the moist cuntlips as he went along. The taste was powerful and Nathan’s tiny prick throbbed in pain and arousal. The white boy went wild with lust for his black boss and began lapping at her cunt like a thirsty dog.

Zara was in heaven as she felt the delicate tongue of her new slave thrumming away at her hungry twat. There were few things the black woman loved more than to turn a white boy into her personal sissy licker. She loved having these educated white snobs licking away at her smelly pussy and asshole. It made her feel powerful and superior. It made her feel like a queen.

Nathan worked away at his boss’s pussy till his tongue became numb and he’d brought her to several mind shattering orgasms. Zara was panting heavily as she felt herself come down from the latest onslaught of sexual bliss but she knew she couldn’t take any more so she reached down and pulled Nathan away from her soaking wet crotch by his hair.

The white boy’s face was a mess of cunt slime, sweat, and a little bit of the piss Zara had accidently released when cumming that last time. She looked down and laughed at the state the white boy was in but gave him no respite as she ordered him to stand up and move to the other side of the desk.

Zara got up on shaky legs and walked around the desk before bending over to pick up Nathan’s discarded shirt and using it to wipe her pussy clean. She then used the shirt to wipe her juices from her sissy’s face before dropping it back on the floor.

Zara got dressed and said, “Time to get to work boy” before walking out of the office with Nathan following close behind.

As expected the place broke out in laughter as the white boy walked out dressed like a fuckable little school girl. Every employee in the place roared with laughter and the customers soon joined in. Nathan was blushing with horrible humiliation and turned around to escape back into the office only to find Zara moving to block his way. He was trapped out in the open dressed like a sissy slut.

Zara dragged Nathan over to the deep fryer and had him stand in front of a young girl named Shelly. Shelly was an 18 year old high school senior and was a stunning knockout. She had an incredible body with cantaloupe sized breasts and a perfect bubble butt. Nathan knew she was a cheerleader and was one of the popular girls in school and she knew it and used it to get anything she wanted. Shelly had always looked down on Nathan and was now sneering at his outrageous outfit with an air of superiority. Nathan felt like she was a shark and he was a piece of chum floating in the water.

“Shelly you take care of little Nate here today. Teach him, well teach him anything you think he needs to know. I know I can trust you to mold him into the perfect sissy for me, right?” Zara said to the girl.

“You got it Zee” Shelly said with a smile before turning to Nathan and saying, “Follow me bitch boy.”

Nathan wasn’t sure what to expect but he was led into the employee break room and told to take a seat. As he sat down

Shelly went to her locker and came back with a clear plastic bag full of makeup.

Nathan squirmed in his chair but a quick slap across his face from Shelly made him settle in and await the inevitable. Shelly sat in a chair facing Nathan and began examining his face trying to decide on the proper color base to use on him. Before long she began picking up different tools, brushes, tissues, and sponges to use in applying makeup to the white boy’s face. Nathan sat patiently as she worked but inside he was trembling with humiliation and no small amount of excitement. He was ashamed to admit this was turning him on a bit and his tiny pecker stood up again since it got no relief from it’s arousal in Zara’s office.

Shelly spoke very little as she worked but it was all threats when she did. Things like, “You better learn to do this yourself real quick” and “Make sure you learn how to walk and talk like a good sissy or Zee will beat your ass.” All of which scared Nathan very much.

When she finally finished Shelly leaned back and took a good long look at her creation before laughing and saying, “Not bad at all. You look like a sexy little sissy bitch now. Just perfect.”

Shelly produced a mirror and held it in front of Nathan’s face. The poor boy was shocked at what he saw. Peering back at him was a face that could be his twin sister. Nathan was fighting back his anger as he thought to himself, Damn it I’m a man! I’m not a woman! I’m not a sissy and I’m certainly not some faggot crossdresser! I have to put a stop to this right now.

Nathan sprung to his feet and was about to go off like a dirty bomb when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder pushing him back down onto the chair. Nathan tried again to stand but his struggles were in vein as he looked up and back to see who his aggressor was. He thought it must be a rather large, muscular man to handle him so easily so his shock was clear when he saw it was Zara.

The grinning black woman held him down easily and said, “You wasn’t about to cause any trouble here was you sissy?”

Nathan said, “No ma’am, I mean yes I was. I mean, not trouble exactly but, please Miss Zara I can’t take this any longer. Please stop treating me this way. I’m a man, I have a girlfriend. I can’t be seen dressed and made up like this. Please ma’am let me change back into my own clothes.”

“Why these are your own clothes sissy. This is how I expect all white boy employees to dress here. You know you’re inferior to all of us black folk so we just want you to have a constant reminder while you’re working. Now I don’t care about no girlfriend of yours because you’re my little sissy snowflake. You know it and I know it. Only a weak little wimp like you let’s something like this happen. No real man, and what I mean is, no real black man would ever allow this to happen. Ever.”    

Nathan tried again to argue his point but Zara squeezed his shoulder painfully and he quickly shut his mouth. Zara said, “So Shell, how you want this here sissy to thank you for the pretty makeover?”

Shelly grinned and said, “Well I’d love to have my butt hole licked since it’s all sweaty from working the fryer but I don’t want to mess up that paint job I put on the sissy’s face.”

Zara laughed and said, “Damn girl you always were a butt freak. Ok, let’s have him do that. It’ll be a good lesson for the sissy to make up its own face afterward.”

Zara lifted Nathan up from the chair by his shoulders and pulled the frightened white boy into the maintenance closet. Shelly wasted no time in dropping her pants and underwear and turning her back to the white boy. Zara laughed as she pushed Nathan onto his knees with his face level to Shelly’s ass.

“Get to licking bitch” Zara said, pushing her sissy’s face into Shelly’s moist, steaming ass crack.

Nathan was stunned but quickly did as he was told and took a long lick up the entire length of the sweating girl’s ass. Shelly squealed in delight at the feeling of the soft tongue in her musky crack. She ordered Nathan to use his hands to open her cheeks wider and was thrilled when he obeyed.

Nathan worked diligently at Shelly’s stinky ass licking away the day’s sweat and grime. He was disgusted with the taste and smell but most of all was disgusted by his own behavior. Here he was, on his knees in a fast food restaurant, licking the dirty ass of a minimum wage black girl. This was not part of his life plan.

As Nathan licked away at the dank ass in front of him Zara took great pleasure in teasing his ass with her feet. The black boss leaned against the sink and removed her shoe so she could tickle Nathan’s asshole and tiny little balls with her toes. The white boy moaned in arousal and shame as he felt the sensation of his boss’s toes on his privates. He was strongly conflicted but not at all deterred in his actions.

Zara used her toes to caress the white boy’s balls and to poke into his tight asshole with gentle stabs that never penetrated but did feel like an invader to poor Nathan. He’d never liked having his asshole touched and hated it even more now. His tiny penis was throbbing in pain and he knew it wouldn’t be long before it exploded, a fact he was deeply terrified of.

Zara left the poor boy’s balls alone and concentrated her efforts into pushing the fabric of Nathan’s panties up into his butt hole. She twisted her big toe into the opening of the boy’s brown pucker and was delighted by the moans coming from her prey.

Both Nathan and Shelly were close to orgasm and Zara knew it all too well. She glanced at her watch and giggled in anticipation. She’d made a phone call earlier and left a certain someone with a suggestion. The only question now was would that person follow through? It really didn’t matter to Zara as she knew she owned the white boy either way but she still thought it would be funny if her little surprise worked out.

As Shelly and Nathan both moaned and groaned in impending orgasm Zara could hear a voice just outside the door faintly lilting over the rutting sounds of sex before her. She heard a young woman saying “Are you sure he’s in here? I mean I don’t want to bother him if he’s working. Well should I knock? No? Ok.”

At that instant several things happened at once. The door opened and a buxom, white, college girl entered the room just as Shelly and Nathan both screamed out in orgasmic bliss and Zara began snapping pictures with her cell.

The moment seemed frozen in time and was only broken by Sally screaming at the sight before her. There on the floor was her boyfriend dressed like a schoolgirl prostitute with his face shoved up into the ass of some random black girl. His miniature penis was squirting it’s weak goo onto the floor as another black woman was shoving her big toe up Nathan’s panty clad ass. The black woman in the back was laughing hysterically as she took multiple pics of the entire scene.

Upon hearing the scream Nathan turned toward the door and saw the love of his life staring at him with disgust in her eyes. He tried to speak to her but found it difficult to form words as there was still a toe trying to work its way up his ass and his face was soaking wet from the ass he’d been licking. He was mortified and tried to stand up but Zara’s foot knocked him off balance and he fell back to his knees. Sally had seen enough and screamed, “I hate you, you tiny dicked loser!” before running from the restaurant.

Nathan tried desperately to follow but Zara held him back and closed the door trapping him inside with her and Shelly. Shelly was putting herself back together and laughing at the white boy’s plight while admiring Zara’s ingenuity. She’d always loved the way Zara worked these white pussies and broke their spirit. The two women high fived as Shelly left the closet closing the door behind her.

Nathan was on his knees crying and saying over and over again, “Why, why, why?”

Zara laughed again and said, “Because. That’s why. Because I can. And because it’s fun. I love tearing down uppity white boys like you. It’s a thrill. And now that I have you broken, I own you. You’ll be a great toy for me to play with until I get bored. Your life is mine now. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll take a run at your little girlfriend too. I never owned a cracker slut like her before. It could be fun.”

Nathan looked up at the horrible woman in complete disbelief. This woman was insane. She was deluded if she thought Nathan would go along with this nonsense any longer. But he was still on his knees. He was still in this room with the monster who’d broken him. He should be chasing after Sally but he wasn’t. Why? What was keeping him here?

Zara saw the look in her sissy’s eyes and knew what he was thinking. She stared down at him and said, “You’re wondering why you aren’t chasing after that lily white piece of ass aren’t you? It’s because you know you belong here. You belong on your knees in front of a superior black woman. You know you’re an inferior, white sissy and you crave the kind of control I have over you. Now, prove to me I’m right. Lean down and lick up that little mess you made with your watery sissy cummies. Lick it up and imagine what else I have in store for you. Lick up your mess and know that you’ll be licking up much worse under my command. Imagine all the black pussy and ass you’ll be licking. Imagine how I’ll have you craving the taste of a black crotch and ass, both women and men. Oh yes snowflake, Momma’s going to teach you to love a big black cock too. You’re going to be a good little bitch for Momma. Now lick up your mess and let’s go fix your makeup. Ok sissy?”

Nathan felt tears well up in his eyes as the truth struck him like a hammer. He had no fight left in him. He belonged to this wicked woman despite his hatred for her and his shame in himself.

The white sissy looked up into the face of his boss and said, “Yes Momma” as he slowly leaned down and began licking at the puddle of cum like a beaten dog.

THE END