I found Black Hamilton for a paid college internship notice that placed the user profile on my academic account one day desperately looking for some job opportunity.
Without Dad and with a sick mom, covering her in her work activities was counterproductive to my career, I could not take University notes to study in the houses where mom did housework and I had started to go instead so that our debts did not exceed us.
In addition, the payment barely allowed us to get just enough to eat and pay for her medicines, she's been a priority in my life since the day dad left us.
The Hamilton group was looking for someone to cover a different position than I have now, but ran out of private secretary shortly before I joined, so that greatly benefited my chances. In addition to my academic average, the scholarship and my knowledge in language.
Getting the position was super important as I could advance my studies and have some practice in what Business Administration requires. It was the best day when the call came that I would have the job, it changed my life.
Our income increased considerably, not to mention if it was effective in the position after the end of the internship, that would be ideal.
Over time, I learned to get along with some business subjects, the "politically correct" treatment towards those who easily lose patience and discretion that goes very hand in hand with convenient trust with my boss.
I never, ever, ever thought I'd have such an attractive boss.His tattoos always aroused great curiosity in me. When I learned that the company owner himself would be the one to interview the internship applicants, I had no idea that he would be someone on the verge of thirty and with more muscle than fabric to finish covering them.
Tattooed neck and hands. The only thing I could see back then.
But, over time, I made my place. In the few months of my work here, things have changed considerably.
For example, today I am about to give a blowjob to the powerful and sensual man who hired me. But I've never done it before.
Something inside of me catches fire as soon as I hear his words. His voice no longer simulates a purr but the very voice of a tiger.
I don't know if my heart stops or my senses do, but my hands are immediately paralyzed in the process of helping Mr. Hamilton in the massages.
It's appealing, but I never thought he would ask me to do that, and what is even worse, I will have to admit to him that I never did that to anyone. I never sucked anyone, my experience in the sexual sphere is zero.
I have gone out to many parties, I have never been a person of many friendships and my talent in intimacy can not even be called a talent. Because I don't have it, no chance I've lived about it. Not because I haven't had boys wanting me, but because I've never felt prepared enough.
"Mina."
My name coming out of his throat is absolute doom for my sensitive self who tries to fight not to prove that I am dead for him. Or maybe my hand is saying it on its own by allowing Black to bring my fingers up to his abs, allowing me to stroke him, find the defined outlines of his muscles, revel in everything, absolutely everything about him and feel his muscular chest in minute details.
His chest has tiny brown hairs that turn me on just sliding my hand over them. If something characterizes this man is his talent for bringing his toned body to perfection. It's the cause of my rapidly beating heart. It's the gunpowder that detonates my perception.
He keeps moving my hand down and it goes all the way to his abdomen.
"You said..." His voice is amazingly deep.
I lowered down until I felt my ear against his lips. I pulled my hair up to incorporate it behind my right shoulder.
"That you would be," He continues, leaving me distraught. "Willing to do anything to help ease this tension that invades me." He rasped.
He placed my hand on the fabric of his pants.
I feel his hard member under my hand and a slight gasp escapes from my throat.
"Come here, sweetie." His voice is husky.
With his other hand he helps me to stand in front of him, and he back up his executive chair, giving me enough space to incorporate in front of his knees and follow each of his instructions.
"Kneel in front of me." He says. I get down on my knees. He opens his legs wider and I lean until my arms are resting on his thighs.
One of his hands gets tangled in my hair and slowly draws me to him. I let myself be manipulated like a silk before his power. Or before the inner goddess who takes the reins of my body.
With the other hand, he brings his fingers to the fly and it goes down. The boxer soon appears with the black cotton fabric marking a prominent bulge that leaves me speechless.
"That's it, Mina," He approves, noting that my fingers climb up his thighs to open the belt from which I lower until I release the Beast further.
His member presses rudely under the fabric. And my mouth is already touching the fabric.
With the tip of the tongue I taste his member above the fabric and my hidden desire becomes alive as I feel the taste.
Finally, I can not contain him anymore and in the doubt of not understanding if I am doing everything right or not, I decide to slide my fingertips through the elastic of his boxer, thus exposing his prominent bulge firm as rock.
"Eat it all, baby." His deep voice slurred.
"Baby!" The word gets me even more excited.
At the precise moment I push my head forward and put his knob in my mouth, tasting in delight I've been preparing for a lifetime.
Black Hamilton is an exquisite man!
When Black tangles the fingers of both hands behind my neck playing with my hair, I already have his thick stick filling my mouth.I can't reach the middle of his penis and I already have my plate full. The first thing that impacts me is the taste. A mixture of shower gel taste and the classic taste that carries the skin. What I still do not understand despite everything is, why it is something that I like so much, that attracts me. that interests me.I always thought that doing this would be chaotic, that it would cost me, that the taste I would not like or that I would not know how to do it.But it's just a matter of having it already in my mouth to know how much I like it.Obviously it's not the same to have a man like Black Hamilton as someone else's. Obviously it is not the same to know that a person whom I see always pass by, his presence demands respect. His intoxicating cologne is always so alluring when he walks by. His powerful voice makes everyone silent.“Damn, Mina, you'r
It's thick. I notice it as soon as it is in my mouth, its texture is similar to condensed milk but with a salty taste, it is not unpleasant to taste, I guess the reason is that it is Black Hamilton.But I can't spit on his office carpet either, and I won't be so rude to spit in front of him!So I kept good manners and swallowed it. With the back of my hand I clean my mouth and a droplet of cum that slides down a corner of my lips.“Damn, Mina, here.” He says, passing me a tissue.I take it and clean my mouth. He watches me in amazement as he departs with the chair and I stand. I can't kiss him, I must taste like cum in my mouth. I have to go brush my teeth right away.And I see his dick that is still hard. I wonder how long he is able to keep it that way and a wave of anxiety invades me.When I'm already standing, I put on my white shirt and skirt, shaking my knees a little. The folds of the carpet have been marked on my knees."You can go home now, Mina." He tells me, closing on the
While I look for the keys in my wallet to open the lock of the house where I live next to my mother and sister in the slums passing Puente de Vallecas (Districts of the city of Madrid), I die of fear for how dark the streets are.It is a land where there are several small houses, conventillo style, where we rent two bedrooms and a communal bathroom. It is the option left to us after being evicted after we ran out of the poor unemployment insurance money we collected following dad's death. I still can not get out of my mind the image of Black Hamilton moaning with pleasure, but then treating me as a simple employee who can exploit with ease. I think of paper, I think of the photo I keep on my mobile and a feeling of chills shakes my form. The strange sensation of being watched strikes me.I look back and nothing, for Christ's sake! Until, I find a parked black car across the street. The dark glasses are up to the top and it gives me a bad vibe, so I quickly return to the door. I'm
Given the fact that Black corroborates that I am awake, it seems that the anger that comes out of his throat bursts everything as I jump up and pick things up to get into the fastest shower of my life. "Sorry...excuse me, sir." My voice shows the fear that is greater to lose my job than to want to murder me." I have your keys. I brought them last night, unintentionally. I'm sorry. I'm coming soon. " "Hell! How long do you think it's gonna take?" I do not like him to insult me while talking to me, I try to do things, I was up late sucking his cock after that he makes me close everything, and he goes to sleep all relaxed. But of course I can't complain or tell you anything, man, I can't and I want it like never before. "Calm down Mina, think of your mother, think of two people entirely dependent on you including yourself, of course, just keep your sanity and good composure." Of course, I can't relax, but I still try to be cautious. I told him I'm coming. "Do you have a car?" He ask
Like a baby who has had a tantrum, I take the bite to my mouth. I take advantage of every minute that I find opportune to be able to drink without spilling the hot drink on top. The last thing I need is to dirty the car to Mr. Ogre and that now the scandal is for this reason, the truth is that burning is not what worries me at the moment.However, he seems to notice my concern. "I do not stop because we are on tight times." He confesses something resembling an apology. "But as soon as we will arrive, if you want, I can order another breakfast.""Why would you do something like that, Mr. Hamilton?" I have every desire to protect him and not treat him with the respect that I had until yesterday, but something suggests that as soon as respect has broken between us, I will be the one who will be at loss. What I most want is to resume the employment relationsh
It seems that I said an insult to him or something that he did not like at all. Black Hamilton, the cold and indomitable entrepreneur finally seems to have felt intimidated at my words. As if I had poison or something that made him feel offended, the truth is that I never thought I would live to see the moment when what I said, could emit some reaction. He walks away as if infected with some deadly contagious disease. But no, I'm just a virgin, don't be alarmed, Dear Boss. "I... I didn't know, Mina. I didn't have to know, forget it. I'm sorry." He pulls away and rubs his face as if he were processing the words or if he was reproaching himself internally how he could not have supposed it before. But my head gets a huge surprise a little late to process. He apologized to me. "Don't worry, sir... " I gulped and as he pointed at the door. Did you just feel like I'm a virgin? Will I risk losing my job this time? Don't I serve you as far as your particular whore? "I'll make your coff
I leave Black's office with more questions than I went in.My knees practically tremble when I approach my desk and take a seat thinking that this man wants to feel "special" to someone. That was the word he used. And I turned out to be the person he referred to try. For a devil, I know I should hate him, I know I should run away from this workplace as soon as I allow him to exacerbate my working hours and not even think about it when he asks me to get on my knees in front of him, but I don't want to do it.I lack air when I try to type the computer password on the desktop, all I do is think about why my heart almost burst the moment he asked me to let him be the first. He asked me. What kind of Man takes the trouble to do that today or to overcome all his prejudices or mental demons to the point of recognizing wanting to feel special for...me? Why me? "Psst." Vania jokes at me on the other side, from her desk.I look up as if I have caught myself inside my own thoughts. "Is everyth
If anything characterizes this company in its tangible matter, it is its walls littered with abstract paintings. All very similar: at first I thought they were pieces of skin or meat that ranged from pinkish to deep red, like pieces of naked bodies entangling, making love or sometimes mutilating themselves. And they don't have a signature. How strange.I read on some internet sites that many paintings do not explicitly carry a signature on the end of the painting, but that they do it in another way. Some artists do it by painting their face somewhere that people appear, others do it with their initials through a technician that only allows to capture the signature with X-rays.I have no idea if the signature of the artist in question is "signature" of the range of similar colors. Or would that be his "style"? The point is that so far I have been thinking about it because as Mr Hamilton finishes his meeting with Mr Mendes, he is on his way to lunch. Vania and I receive our rations in