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    Date: 12/2/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: xxSmegsterxx, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    Paul had been f***ed out of the work place at the ripe age of 53. He had been with the company for thirteen years. His company was sold to a larger conglomerate and suddenly his position was eliminated. It was clear there was no place for the old employees in the new upcoming company. Management knew they could not just fire the company's old employees with out having legal repercussion. The solution was to move them into menial and or degrading tasks so they would quit on their own. Paul was offered a janitorial job, cleaning the restrooms and the offices at night. It was humiliating, but it was still a job and he took home a check even it was smaller. When it became evident Paul was not going to quit, they moved him to a company owned warehouse. He would assume the janitorial duties there instead of the offices. It was not at all what Paul expected as he entered the office of Ray Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton was a large black man in his late forties. He was the superintendent of the warehouse. The general manager was Mr. Washington, another black man around the same age as Paul. "Well ain't this a switch? A white man as our janitor. You have any idea why corporate put you here? Paul nodded. "Yes. They're hoping I'll quit" Mr. Hamilton laughed. "I sure hope not. I like having a white janitor. How you gonna like working for a black boss?" "It doesn't bother me. I'll do my job whatever it is." Mr. Washington smiled at Paul. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. I think you'll like your ...
    job here." Paul was not sure what he meant by that. It sounded like it might have another meaning. That night, Paul told his wife he had been transferred from the office to a warehouse. He told her his new bosses were black. "I've made up my mind! If they give me any crap on this job. I'll walk right out the door." Helen shook her head. "Bullshit! You'll stay there and take whatever crap they throw at you. You know why? Because you're a gutless WIMP! You've always been and you'll always be. Paul hung his head. Helen was right. She knew it and Paul knew it. He had been a doormat all his life. Helen ran the house, not Paul. Helen slapped him on top the head. "Get in there and start the laundry." Paul stood up and stripped his clothes off and walked into the laundry room naked. "I want all the clothes done tonight!" Paul walked into the warehouse locker room. It was small, 20 lockers in all, 10 against each wall and 3 small wooden benches down the center between the lockers. Two black men were changing into their uniforms. Paul looked at his key, number 26. "You must be the new janitor." Paul nodded as he opened his locker. "Yes, I'm Paul. Paul Ballard." One of the black men was only wearing boxers. He walked over to Paul. "Did anyone tell you what the janitor does around here?" Paul was only five foot 10, he meekly stared up at him. "It's sweeping and mopping and basic cleaning up." "That's exactly right! Cleaning up black COCK!" The man dropped his boxers, relieving his huge, ...
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