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!
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
George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip.Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink. Drink that is the perfect excuse to have sex, surely. Matter of fact I can't. Firstly because it would violate Black's trust and secondly because I am a virgin! And he would notice! "Ooooh, Wow." I mutter... "Thank... Thank you." I wish the earth would open and swallow me right now. "But I'm really busy tonight." "It's Thursday, we're a step away from the weekend. A getaway will not come bad. I told you that in