Soy también la puta de mi jefe.

I'm going to refer to him as the Director. The Doctor is already familiar with him, and so is the protagonist of this present account, who is also a doctor, although he is one of the owners of the Clinic, the majority shareholder, to be more precise, and Medical Director, in addition. That's my boss.

Occupied with his own private consulting room and holding an important position at the Hospital de Clínicas, he doesn't come very often, so I was surprised to see him early that day, and even more so that his first activity would be asking me to go to his office.

When I get there, he explains that he needs to make an urgent deposit, and since the cadet isn't around, he needs me to accompany him. He takes me to the bank himself, leaves me to make the deposit, and tells me to take a taxi back.

Of course, I say it's no problem. I didn't think the transaction would take more than an hour.

Tell Susana then that she'll be alone for a bit, he asks me.

I had noticed something uneasy about him, like being a little accelerated, but I attributed it to the urgency of the deposit he had to make. He was always a hyperactive type, rushing around from one place to another, doing a million things at once, but now it seemed like he wanted to get out of the office and the Clinic as quickly as possible.

I let my colleague know that I'm leaving to do some paperwork, and before I can say anything else, the Director approaches me and asks if I'm ready yet.

I grab my purse and tell him yes. We then head to the garage, get into his BMW, and drive to the bank. When we arrive, he gives me a check and an account number.

If there's any problem, let me know, he warns me.

I say okay, bid him farewell since I was supposed to leave and he was going, and enter the bank. There are only two people in line for deposits, so they attend to me quickly. The cashier hands me a ticket and I leave. It all takes less than ten minutes.

When I'm thinking about taking a walk to kill some time, I hear a horn. It's my boss, coming up to the path. -Is everything okay?- he asks me. -Yes, everything is fine...- I respond, handing him the deposit receipt through the window. -Okay, get in, I'll take you away-, he says while putting it away without even looking at it. I get in and that's when I start to piece together certain things. First, the check wasn't for such a large amount as to justify such urgency. Second, he said he was leaving me at the bank and going, but instead he was still there waiting for me, and third...- I'll tell him himself. -What do you think if we go somewhere else instead of going back to the Clinic?- -To somewhere else?- I repeat, unable to hide a certain confusion. -Yes, you did it quickly and at the Clinic they're expecting you to take your time for a while longer, why not make use of that time?- he insists. -Exactly what I was thinking of doing, I was about to look at some shop windows-, I comment. -I mean, making use of it together... both of us-, he emphasizes. Is this my idea or is the Director trying to give me a hint? I couldn't believe it. I mean, the guy is really, really much more handsome than the Doctor, there's no doubt about that, he's a barbarian who takes care of himself despite being 55 or 56 years old. But just because of that, he's an incurable ladies' man. He's married for the third time and his current wife is also a doctor and works at the Clinic, but that doesn't stop him from knowing some little friends. And those friends are much younger, some under 30. All beautiful, with good bodies, made-up faces. What could he want with me, who's over 40 and already worn out? -Sorry, I don't understand, how do you mean make use of the time together?- I ask, risking looking foolish. -Lorena, we're two big, adult people, I think I'm being more than clear-, he replies. To a good listener, few words... I look straight ahead at the traffic accumulating in front of us, surprised, confused, and although it seems inconceivable, unexpected, my suspicions are true: The Director wants to screw me! He wants to screw me...! What do I say? Should I just say yes, quickly and directly? Won't he think I'm too much of a slut if I say yes right away, unless I make myself a little difficult? Just a little bit, eh.

-I don't know... I...- try to show indecision, hesitating.

Of course I want to screw him, I don't think there's any woman on Earth who could resist his charms, but he's my boss, and not just that, I don't think we're on the same level, it's only too obvious that we come from different worlds.

-It's your decision, Lore, all yours...- he reassures me.

I make myself think about it, biting my lower lip anxiously, while he takes a few turns, until I say, jokingly:

-I hope he won't be disappointed and send me the telegram of dismissal after-

-Podés tutearme, después de todo estamos por echarnos un polvo- he says smiling irresistibly, as he enters the courtyard of a transient hostel.

There I realize why I was walking around in circles, I already knew where to go.

We get out of the car and head towards the room. During the walk from the courtyard to the door, he takes me by the waist. I walk with him, not doing anything, it scares me even to touch him. He's that intimidating.

We enter. Of course it's a much more luxurious and comfortable place than where I usually go with the Doctor, but in this case it's not because it's mean or something like that, but because it's close, just one block from the Clinic.

On the table there's already a bottle of champagne waiting for us, along with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. He'd already had everything prepared.

Pops the champagne, serves it in glasses and proposes a toast. For us, for the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Until that moment I was only his employee, one of the receptionists at the Clinic he owns, but here and now I'm about to become not his lover, that would be too much, but just another of his 'friends'. We clink. Cups, we barely take a sip, leave them, and approaching with our gaze fixed on the other, we kiss. Like every first time, at first it's just some peaks and light lip scratches to test each other, but once past the recognition stage, we go down on each other with great delight.

He hugs me, pressing me against his body, which is much larger than mine. He must be around 1.80 meters tall, while I'm only 1.60 meters, so I have to stand on tiptoes to reach him, and he leans in for a full, total, absolute kiss.

As we kiss, I feel his hands, wide and invasive, descending down my waist until they grab my buttocks. I'm wearing the uniform's skirt, so he puts his hands underneath and grabs me directly by the flesh, squeezing and pinching with enthusiasm.

At all times, I think he'll be disappointed when he sees me naked, since compared to his current wife and friends I know, they're a 10 and I'm at most a 5, but there he is, kissing me, touching my ass, and even putting his fingers in every crevice.

When we separate, almost out of breath, he unzips his pants and lowers them, revealing an erection that, I swear, I never thought I'd see before me. But there it was, standing, swollen, magnificent. A beautiful cock, with the guys' red hair neatly trimmed, forming a crown, nothing like my sloppy boyfriends.

I get down on all fours and fill him with kisses, from above, below, and to the sides, dedicating a long tongue job to his balls, then climbing up with my tongue and eating it until I hit bottom.

The enthusiasm makes me gag, but I control myself and keep eating, filling my palate with a flavor that, for some reason, seems subtly different from others.

In theory, one cock is the same as another, never did I think there could be differences, what might be different is the semen, some thicker, some more acidic or salty, but the flesh is the

same. And yet, I could detect something different there, as if it had been massaged with a special oil. It was equally rich to me, so I sucked it like I had gotten used to, like my lovers taught me, eating everything I can, chewing, sipping, sliding it between the lips, hitting the back of my throat with the tip every time it reaches the bottom. Although I know what I'm doing, I'm surprised to realize that the Director is enjoying it, and a lot. I mean, I have it clear that I do exceptional blowjobs, so Pablo and the Doctor tell me every day, but with the Director I felt somewhat shy, uncertain. And not just because he was my boss, but also because a type like him, with his looks and wallet, can't lack cute girls willing to give him a good blowjob. It seemed to me that at any moment he would see a look of disgust or discomfort on his face, but no, the Director's face was an ode to pleasure and satisfaction. At one point it seemed like he wanted to take charge, but then, realizing he knew very well what he was doing, he left me in charge. I leave him with my cock in superlatively tense state and get up. I take off my clinic uniform, white shirt, blue skirt, underwear, and lying on my back on the bed, I want him to suck me now. I spread my legs, showing him my wet and reddened snatch. I put a finger in and move it, making the broth of cultivation inside me bubble up. The Director gets undressed too and, getting between my legs, shows that his blowjob competes equally with the one I just gave him in skill. It's clear he knows how to use his tongue and where to bite so it doesn't become uncomfortable. He doesn't ask if I'm taking care of myself or how I prefer it; he puts it straight into me, bareback, in the flesh, making me let out a sigh that seemed to be gestating in my entrails even before he called me to her office. More beyond the physical pleasure, which is strong and intense, what overwhelms me is the emotional pleasure, being with HIM, a type that goes out with young and beautiful women, and yet he's here with me, giving me cock with an enthusiasm I didn't think I deserved.

Despite what I show in my stories, I don't consider myself attractive, it even costs me to look at myself in the mirror without finding flaws. I'm a cutie married woman over forty, whose body gave birth to two children, with rolls and beginnings of cellulite, and yet the Director enters me as if I were the fresh winner of Miss Universe.

He spreads my legs over his shoulders and pumps into me slowly, pausing like an invader recognizing conquered terrain, reaching the bottom and coming out, filling every available space with his flesh. I close my eyes and concentrate on enjoying, pushing away worries and insecurities, surrendering to that man who comes down from his pedestal to teach this humble mortal that miracles exist.

Because for me it's a miracle we're both together in bed. I feel like the protagonist of 50 Shades of Grey, making love with the man all women yearn for, being his object of passion and luxury. Because that's what he feels, what shines in his eyes, pure lust.

After a delicate, almost romantic pumping, he turns me over and attacks from behind.

-You like it up the booty, don't you?-, he says, not asking a question but making an assertion.

He tells me this while breaking open a lubricant packet, applying the gel with two fingers and spreading it all over my slit, pouring the rest into the vagina. -I love women who have no prejudices!- he whispers in my ear as he legs me piece by piece.

Only then do I realize that someone told him I like being taken from behind, and that someone was the Doctor, so how would I know? I even imagine him saying: -I'm getting off with Lorena, the receptionist, she loves having her ass...- More than once, when I brought up a clinical history, they would be chatting in the basement office, taking whiskey, talking more about women than patients, because whenever I entered, they would stop or change the subject. Obviously, since I knew the Doctor was entering, I didn't want to stay outside, especially being his employee.

The Director's cock is much thicker and harder, so I felt the impact when he slammed it into me with one of those pushes that make you vibrate all the way to your soul.

He grabs my hip and starts screwing me with vigor and enthusiasm, nothing like the loving treatment he had given me until then, now it seems totally extracted, as if making me come was what really motivated him.

I'm shaking my clitoris like I'm ripping the string of a guitar, letting him know through screams and gasps how much I enjoy those deep and devastating penetrations.

I'm about to cum, I can feel the contractions coming, that beautiful dizziness that wraps you up and shakes you, but in the exact moment when it seems like the explosion is about to happen, he pulls out and slaps my booty with a strong palm... (CHAS!)... making me stand up.

I'm left standing there next to the bed, confused, with that dizziness caused by good shaking, thinking I've lost the opportunity to have an orgasm with the Director, but he also stands up and comes towards me. I'm impressed by how hard his cock is, swollen and red from all the friction.

He puts my face against the mirror that covers the entire wall, plants himself firmly and dominantly behind me, and grabbing my hands above my head, he screws me again in the ass. I don't know what he's doing or anything, just with movements of his pelvis he finds the way to fill me up like that which we both enjoy so much.

When he starts screwing me with the same frenzy as before, I close my eyes and surrender completely, feeling like I'm about to recover that orgasm that I thought was lost. Once again the vibration, the vertigo, the fire that burns my entrails. I open my eyes at random to see him through the mirror, his bronzed and fibrous body behind me, moving in and out, his facial expression concentrated on making me lose it.

He wraps his arm around my neck, holding me even tighter against him, then kisses and licks my cheeks before whispering into my ear:

I want to finish you off inside... I want to fill your ass with cum! he says with such emphasis that it seems like he's getting excited just hearing himself say it.

Give it to me... do it... I say between agitated sighs.

Then, determined to fulfill his desire, he accelerates the pace, two, three, four thrusts and fully inserting himself inside me, finishing in the deepest part. I finish with him, enjoying an orgasm much more intense and comforting than the one I had a little while before.

The Director exits my insides and, between agitated exhalations, sits back on the bed's edge. I want to go to him, hug him, kiss him, feel my nakedness alongside his, but before I can even turn around, he asks me to stay like that, not to move. I comply, staying facing the mirror with my hands resting on it, legs apart, and my ass lifted.

It seems to me that he wants this, so without him saying anything, I start pushing, making the semen he just injected into me come out in droplets from my anus.

Through the mirror, I see him maintaining interest, expectant, his gaze fixed between my cheeks. Then he starts playing with his cock and begins to rub it.

When there's nothing left for me to expel, I turn around and go to him. I kiss him on the mouth and collapse in front of his erect virility. I give him a blow job, but then he lifts his legs, presses his knees against his chest, and offers himself to me in all his splendor... his anus.

Of course, I know what a black kiss is; I never gave one, but I'm familiar with the concept. And despite any fantasies I may have had about it, I never imagined giving him One to him.

I separate his buttocks, making the hole even more visible, and slide my tongue along the entire edge. First, I do it with some reservations, one thing is to take your boss and another very different is to suck his ass, but I'm getting used to it, especially when his moans and sighs confirm that he's enjoying it.

Then I point him well inside, giving him spins, savoring everything inside, rubbing the base of his testicles with my nose. He continues to stroke himself, putting it back in a state of grace, despite having just finished or at least that's what it seemed to me. I could still feel the semen sliding between my thighs.

Then he lowers his legs and puts it in front of my face. I give him a lick from below, turning and turning, feeling him shudder as my tongue persists. His gasps increase in intensity when I reach the climax, and I take a little more than half, giving him the blow job that a cock like that deserves.

I love seeing him close his eyes and surrender, gentle and tranquil, to pleasure. We both want to get to the end, so I intensify the blow job, stuffing as much meat into my mouth as possible, sucking with force and enthusiasm.

Who would have thought that one day I'd be blowing the Director's cock? And not just that, but also enjoying it like crazy because of my oral skills. Someone like him must have had his cock sucked by many women, so I wanted to excel, to make a difference, and never forget the rubber I gave this receptionist.

The cum shoots out in a powerful and violent stream, the first one escapes me, crosses my cheek, and hits my eye, but what comes next I swallow it all.

'I didn't think you had these skills, Lorena...' he expresses after a long and relaxed sigh, while I finish swallowing all the semen.
'I didn't either, until my neighbor made me discover them,' I think. I had seen it in a porn video while looking for ways to please Pablo, an actress, after they finished in her mouth, she opened and stuck out her tongue to show the camera that she swallowed every last drop. At that moment I felt like doing the same to show my boss how ready I was to go all the way.

After sex we lay there for a while chatting, and although he didn't say it, I realized it wasn't something usual for him. It's more like those who after getting laid, get dressed and leave. And if you've seen me, I don't remember. But with me he stayed for almost half an hour.

We took a quick shower without getting our hair wet, of course, and left the hotel. He dropped me off at the corner of the Clinic and went to the Hospital because he had a scheduled surgery.

And so, another lover joins my ranks.