I take place in front of the recruiter. She asks me various classic questions on my youth, background and possible experience then move to more specific points as my motivation for the job or which personal skills can justify my hiring. “You don’t really meet the profile of a sales assistant in a cosmetic company, you sure know that, Mr. Doe” she told me with a warming smile “Why should I hire you here?”
“Are you racist Ms Robinson?” I retort sternly. She was taken aback by my question briefly frowning at me then she smiles again “No, I mean we just expect people more similar to our customers, nothing racist there” “That’s my point” I reply cutting the recruiter short “you want pretty white girls to sell your products to white ladies and you don’t want a big black guy to afraid your potential white buyers. It’s exactly what I’m talking about” I insist. “I can sue you for discrimination on my color right now if I want, so prove me you’re not racist Ms Robinson” Still remaining calm, I can see she was beginning to unrelentingly lose her confidence.
“If you’re not racist, tell me so. Would you kiss the black guy, Ms Robinson?” “Once in third grade, I date a black guy; we kiss each other but never went further; I've never been with a black guy since but that don’t mean I’m prejudiced” “You have still to prove it, prove me your not racist” “How would you expect me to do that Mister Doe ?” “If you touch the black guy then you prove you’re not racist so touch my dick” I told her moving around the desk. “Touch the shit, that’s all the magic, just touch it”. “This has gone too far, would you leave my office Mr. Doe” she replies pointing a finger on my crotch. “That’s not touching” I say taking her hand and pressing it on the bulge made by my growing monster. She instantly freezes and says “you’re so big” absent-mindlessly rubbing my man meat. I take this opportunity to fondle her breast saying you’re big too.
Coming back to reality, she quickly pulls out her hand and tells me “now I've touched it” “yes you've touched it so why don’t you see it” and I pull out my flesh tube shaking it right under her nose. She gasps at the sight and instinctively moves back but I grab her hair. “I see it, I don’t need to get into it” she tries to recompose herself but I don’t let her go “Put your lips on it” I insist rubbing my black cock on her face and she finally gives up taking it in her mouth and swallowing the head of my big salami. “I’m sure your husband can’t compete with my monster” I mock her.
“I can’t believe you just say that” she replies although enthusiastically engulfing as far as she can my massive shaft “Oh I love to touch it”. I begin to face fuck the beautiful lady and soon the room was filled with grunts and moans. “You’re a very qualified candidate, more than I can handle” she says almost choking herself on my gigantic tool. After several minutes of her total commitment to my pleasure, she was rewarded by a massive load sent directly in her throat. I slowly pull out giving the lady a good taste of my thick goo rapidly filling her mouth then I cover her face with successive copious wads of black semen.
As soon as my potent thick slimy spunk hit her throat, she shuddered in an unexpectedly big climax. She instantaneously knew that something has changed in her life and there will be no going back. She lovingly licks my shaft clean, catching all the remaining goo from the underside of my man meat then raises her eyes on me with a questioning look.
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