PantyFag4Balto

By PeterBlueEyes

I've been in management for 20-plus years, and no one has ever questioned me about my sexual preference or masculinity until Master Baltoz. He worked for a competitor company, and we met at the breakfast buffet in the hotel at a convention we were both attending. He was a handsome and friendly black man, and when he expressed interest in my company, I gave him one of my cards.

As I was about to leave for the first seminar, he asked if I could stop by his room at 10am that morning for an interview. I was a little puzzled but also intrigued by the possibility of recruiting him to join my company.

I ducked out of a boring seminar at 9:55am and headed to his room. I knocked on his room door, but when no one answered, I felt really disappointed.  I was about to leave and head back to the seminar when he came walking up wearing a trench coat and carry a black overnight bag, which he indicated he had just retrieved from his car.

For some reason, I felt really nervous when he invited me inside his room and closed the door. He said he appreciated me coming to the interview and said he had a few questions for me.

First, he asked if my wife knew I was a faggot. Second, he asked if I had ever sucked a black cock. Third, he asked me if I took it in the ass. He asked all three questions in rapid fire succession.  I was stunned and just stood there speechless and staring at him in disbelief as he pulled this black riding crop from his bag.

Then he asked the same three questions again as he slowly approached me with an angry scowl on his face.

“Get on your knees, faggot!” he demanded as he glared at me with the riding crop raised in his right hand as if he was about to strike me.

 My knees suddenly felt weak and I didn’t know if I should make a break for the door or drop to my knees.

“I said get on your knees, faggot!” he said as he suddenly smacked me across the butt with the riding crop.

I winced and let out a low cry from the pain. I was terrified!

“Did you hear me faggot? I said get on your knees!” he said as he smacked me across the butt with the riding crop again before I could respond.

I was trembling in fear as I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him.

A big grin came on to his face as he moved forward until he was barely a foot from me.

“Are you ready to suck my black dick, faggot?” he said as he slowly unzipped his pants.

I looked up into his eyes in disbelief. How did he know?

He quickly reached into his pants and pulled out his big black cock.

“What are you waiting for, faggot?” he said glaring down at me.

I swallowed hard and then licked my lips as I stared at his cock. I knew I had to suck it.

I eased forward and let his cock slowly slip into my mouth. Then, I feverishly began to suck his cock wanting desperately to please him and to taste his cum. His cock quickly grew hard and I could barely get even half of it into my mouth.

He must have liked my effort because before long he put his hand on top of my head as he began to thrust into my mouth.  That’s when I heard the click of his camera phone, and I knew he was taking pictures, but there was no way I was going to stop him at that point.

Minutes later, I felt his big cock pulsate. 

“Here it comes, faggot!” he said as his cock suddenly erupted deep into the back of my throat.

It was too much for me to swallow and quickly flooded my mouth and dribbled down my chin as waves of his cum spewed from his cock.

After I finished cleaning him up, he zipped his pants and sat back on his bed.

“You passed the first interview, faggot,” he said grinning at me. “Now let’s talk salary and benefits.”