I arrived at the Hamilton office desperately looking for work.
Taking care of my sick mother and little sister, it's not easy to get ahead. Mom's illness was never something we could foresee, but having to leave her work meant I had to go out and look for work.
And I got it after an arduous journey through different offices where I offered my services as an advanced student in the Bachelor's degree in philology. I always wanted to work for the publishing world, so getting into a media agency was a real pass at first.
But I didn't get the job in very good faith let's say. But on arrival, while waiting at reception, one of Black Hamilton's customers dropped a newly signed check for a million dollars. What I did was hand it over to my potential boss once I was sitting in front of his executive desk.
He considered it a litmus test for my trust, I thought it as a contingency that God set before me to serve him and obtain this position as an intern.
"Mina." He said to me after seeing my resume. "Your grades are great, but I need you full time. What time do you plan to study?"
"I need the job, Mr. Hamilton. I can pause my studies long enough until I know I have a safe job." And boom! Second test of absolute confidence that he needed to know that I was willing to do anything to serve him and have a fixed economic income.
"Okay," he nodded, leaving my heart in the clouds. "The job is yours as long as you promise me that you will graduate once you get the effective position and can take a leave to take your remaining subjects."
Three months on trial and I'll be effective to graduate. The truth is that I have not abandoned my studies. Sometimes he saw me underlining notes from college, but he ignored it and continued on his way. I try to prove that I am efficient, while I can review the pending task to perform one of my last subjects in the race.
You know I need this. You know two people depend on me. He also knows that my mother is sick and I'm crazy about her.
All the elements that combine perfectly to obtain my absolute confidence, something that he obviously values a lot, considering the magnitude of the business that is baked in here which seems to keep him pretty busy.
The point is I never thought that I would be able to make this work. Help him more than with a few papers or by serving him coffee, but a jug of fresh water or helping him with a strain in his neck.
"You should see a physiotherapist." I said as I'm unable to contain the revolution of hormones that boils inside me while my hands caress his firm muscles and tattooed skin. He's very tense.
"Does it bother you?" He asks.
"It's not that... I just didn't want to accidentally hurt you."
"Please, Mina. Keep doing it."
And he opened a new button on his shirt that shows up to the middle of his abs, then another, and another one. Uncovering to the depth of his navel.
I don't know what he's doing, but the normal work of a secretary doesn't involve this kind of intimacy.
The point is, I'm worried!
Black is someone who always looks very serious, almost angry. But in recent days his countenance has been worrying.
Now it seems that the firm layer of ice and firmness begins to give way asking me to help him with the strain.
The truth is that I have no knowledge of massage therapy at all, except when Mom asked me to massage her feet when she arrived from a hard day's work and I helped her with that, of course but now that her diabetes has advanced she must take extreme care.
"Sir," I mutter, tolerating little silence. "I know I haven't told you before, but... Thank you."
"Eh? For...what?" His voice is almost a purr. All it needs is for me to fall asleep here.
"For the job. I needed it."
"You do your work very well, Mina." He answers and continues. "Oh...there. Can it be closer to my shoulder blade?"
For heaven's sake!
My insides start to burn when he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and exposes his back covered in tattoos.
I pushed my brown hair strand behind my ear to clear my field of vision. I don't know if this spectacle that my eyes have in front of me can be repeated another time.
I rub my hands again and look for strain. I don't know how tense he is and how tight his muscles are with a firmness of dying now.
His skin is also deliciously tanned by the sun. I know he is a person who loves to travel to the beach every opportunity, which should have no other reason than to show his tattoos, his perfectly built body and have a lot of girls drooling behind. It gives me a huge feeling of discomfort. I don't like to think of Black Hamilton with other women.
Fame of him being a womanizer already rumors in the company, I do not know how real that can be. Attribute has.
"Fuck, it's fantastic." He mutters.
Well, it's not the first time I've heard him say a cuss word. "Where did you learn this?" He inquires.
"I think you needed it, I'm worried about you being so busy, Mr. Hamilton. You know that helping is a pleasure for me."
"If...?" He turns his gaze to the side, without looking directly at me. "Come Closer, Mina." He says.
"More?" He mutters again as I move closer.
A warm breath escapes from my mouth as the scene passes and several most important words come out of his mouth after my excuses.
"Can you keep a secret?" He asks.
"I insist, you can trust me." I answer.
"What I need is to relax. Your massages are good, but they are not enough. Not what I require right now." He said calmly.
"I... I'm sorry, sir. I'm not a professional." I stutter.
"But you can still help." He mumbled.
"Yes?" I reply instantly.
"You want to help?" He asks again.
"I want to be helpful, Sir." I said.
"Mina." He mutters my name as his hand approaches mine and closes on my wrist. The touch electrifies everything inside me.
"Do you dare to give me a blowjob right now?"
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 da
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