Chapter 3

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're doing so well.” He slurred.

It makes me want to ask, to know if it is going well, but as soon as I got it out of the mouth, my hand turns to go around his stick completely, to test its thickness and I can use my hand which is bathed in his precum and my saliva, I slid my touch up and down, masturbading him  with slow strokes, contemplating the leather area of his foreskin that leads to his knob, pink, thick, wider than the rest of the cock.

I didn't know I liked this so much until today.

I didn't know I wanted it so imperiously until the day I tried it and I liked it.

I am struck by a droplet of precum that slides through the opening of his dick.

And I lick it with the tip of my tongue.

He throws his head back, his adam apple bobbing up and down as he gulps and he releases a loud grunting sound which is heard almost like the roar of a lion.

“Oh, fuck, baby... How can you do it so well?” He rasped.

"Baby!", "baby!" I did not know that those words can become almost musical for me, for my desire.

It fills me with lust to taste the salty taste of his precum and feel it slip down my throat.

As well as taking his knob to my lips, to allow me to enter it in my mouth, to slide it down my throat and suck hard.

The thing is that with the suction, his dick reaches my throat and he pushes, sticking almost all of it in my mouth.

For a moment I have a hard time breathing, I worry, but I'm fascinated to have it in my mouth full. It almost makes my eyes teary, but he pulls it out at the right time.

“Fuck!” He roared.

And I don't want to have it out. I put it back in my mouth and masturbate the part of his cock that does not finish entering in my small mouth.

“Hell, no!” He said.

But I keep going.

I like to feel the way my boss writhes in his executive chair while I suck his dick.

“Mina, you're about to... No...Please…”

His breathing is heavy and it is almost an engine that accelerates me to suck him more viciously than before. It's amazing.

“Mina... Mina... I'll…”

And I keep going. I keep doing it with intensity, I increase the speed and I keep sucking, addicted to its taste, to have it in my mouth.

“FUCK, MINA!” He growled.

And it twitched as if an electric current was born from the lower area of your abdomen...

...the moment a stream of hot cum bathes my tongue, my mouth and up my throat.

One day I asked my father what a condom was? He was drinking water when I arrived one day from school and asked him this. He almost choked. He looked at me strangely and I did not understand why he was so upset.

I was only thirteen years old, I was just discovering a world full of novelties. That he was frightened.

“What? Daughter, are you okay? Did someone do something to you?”

“Yes, dad. But I have that doubt. Could you answer that?”

The problem was that back then I still didn't have internet access so I could have Googled it, but it wasn't feasible. "But," he kept saying, "You tell me why are you asking me? Where did you hear that word?”

“My friends told me. We were whispering in the women's bathroom about a partner who had lost her virginity which gave me a slight idea about it. Until one of them tells the same thing.” I told dad.

“Mandy asked me to ask you.”

“And who's Mandy.”

“My best friend.”

“And why does your best friend want to know what a condom is...? Damn, at least finish school before you think about those things.” He mumbled.

“I don't know, Dad. A friend told her to use a condom and she asked us what that was. And I'm asking you.”

“Therefore... I think you'd better ask your mom.”

“Really?”

“Yes, daughter. Now, if it doesn't bother you, I have to start my evening shift at work.”

“But Dad!”

Before he left, he ran into mom and I heard him say. “Take care, your daughter wants to know how a condom is used.”

“Dad, I'm not talking about usage! Can anyone tell me what the hell a condom is?”

I must admit that as a young girl I easily lost patience. Until mom told me. And I was horrified. For a long time sex seemed to me something horrible and dirty.

Until one day it was time to try it. Something at least.

And I never thought that my first experience in an intimate game would be so delicious.

Black tastes like mint, shower gel and masculine power.

Black has driven me crazy!