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Shy Intern Harlee

Slut. Bitch. Whore. Looking at my sweet face, those aren't the words you'd expect to hear. You'll be saying them after I tell you my story. My name is Harlee, I'm currently in school for fashion. It's in a larger city away from my home town. I don't know many people here, it kind of sucks. I tried to do the long distance thing with my ex boyfriend of 3 years but just broke it off around Christmas.

Recently I started an internship with a high end marketing company in the city. It's been fun to be honest and I've been learning a lot. A lot of people in the office are older than me, so they're going out to places after work I can't go to. One night after work it was just myself and my boss, I was helping him with an account. One thing led to another and we started kissing. I know I shouldn't have done this because he's married but he has such a strong personality, I was feeling very weak and wet.

Next thing I knew, I was going down on his rock hard cock. I was never really into giving head, even with my ex boyfriend. With my boss, I felt like I really wanted to please. I was trying my hardest and after 30-45 minutes he told me to stop. He didn't cum. I asked if everything was alright he said it was fine. I knew it wasn't and felt like I did such a bad job I started to cry silently. He sighed and told me do I want the truth? I said please tell me. My boss confessed to me the only way he can cum is if I let him humiliate me.

I wanted to make him cum so badly that I started to suck his cock again. He started calling me a bitch, whore, slut, cunt. Grabbed my hair, choked me with his cock, face fucked me. He completely destroyed me. I felt like crying with his cock down my throat. He asked me if I was gonna cry? I just moaned no and kept sucking. He told me that if I cried he would just use my tears to fuck my asshole hard. All of the sudden throughout all the name calling I felt his load shoot down my throat. Despite wanting to cry and feeling completely worthless, it was also the best feeling of my life.

I continue to see him weekly now. When his wife is away we go on weekend trips together or I stay at his home. I really don't have anybody to talk to in this city, I can't tell friends back home. I felt like I needed to tell somebody. If you're still reading this. Thank you for reading. If you'd like to call me and discuss this or talk to me about my new life. Please feel free to.

Harlee.