Three years ago, I had just finished my first year of college and was bored at home. I was looking for a job, but I couldn’t work anywhere – my family wouldn’t let me, and I couldn’t handle the demanding work. One day, my boyfriend told me that he needed a secretary at the doctor’s clinic where he worked. The hours were from 10am to 9pm, the pay was good and it wasn’t too far away. I went for an interview the next day. Dr. Dan, a tall, handsome and attractive man, hired me to answer the phones, take notes, make tea or coffee, and even make lunch if I wanted.

I started working and after a few months, everything was fine. During office hours, I called him “Doctor” or “Sir” and then “Brother Dan” (older brother Dan). He liked me, often teased me playfully, but we kept our distance. I was good at my job and he praised my cooking to everyone. He was 34 years old, single and didn’t have time to get married because of school and work. Secretly, I found him very attractive.

One day I felt a sharp pain in my left breast and panicked about breast cancer. My mother suggested I ask Dan to check it out, as he was a doctor in that field. When I told him the next day, he insisted on examining me. I was embarrassed and reluctantly agreed. He asked me to lift my shirt and bra behind the curtain. I was shy but did it. He examined my breasts, kneading them for cysts. I was embarrassed but aroused. He found nothing serious, prescribed a pill and said the pain might be due to their size and sensitivity. Afterwards I couldn’t stop thinking about it and fantasized about it all the time.

I had been in two relationships before, exploring everything but anal sex, including vaginal sex. I started dressing sexier at work, hoping he would make a move, but he stayed away. I was frustrated and cold towards him – less friendly, less attentive. This bothered him. One evening he offered to drive me home. I resisted but went in. We had dinner out, then he invited me to his house for coffee. I hesitated but agreed. The bachelor pad was surprisingly clean. We sipped coffee in silence, looking at each other. He leaned in close as we looked at childhood photos, complimenting my scent. I panicked, but stayed. He kissed my neck, promising to respect my virginity, and soon we were undressing each other.

I sat down next to him, shivering. He started to kiss my neck gently. "Brother Dan, I've never..." I started to say, but he cut me off, "I know you're a virgin! Calm down, we're just going to have a little passion," he said, and continued to kiss me gently. I was very turned on. He took my hand, put it on his cock, and made me press it against his sweatpants. I was shy, but it felt good. He was driving me crazy, whispering in my ear, "Calm down darling, let go, feel my cock burning for you - I just want to taste your fresh body." Suddenly I found myself on his lap, in nothing but my panties and bra.

We undressed him too, and there he was, naked with his hard cock in front of me. After kissing on his lap for a while, he moved down and sucked, bit and kneaded my breasts. “That day, it turned me on so much – your tits are incredible, mmm, perfect!” he said, rubbing my pussy as well. When he got down there, he took a deep breath and said, “That looks delicious, so tight and warm!” before diving in. The doctor knew what he was doing – none of my exes had ever eaten me like this. He sucked and pushed his tongue inside me, driving me crazy. It felt like my first real orgasm. Shaking, pulling her hair, shaking, my juices flowing into his mouth. He made me cum twice with his tongue. He knew exactly how to please a woman – he must have spent 15 of his 34 years fucking. Who would let a man like that stay single?

Then he put his cock in my mouth, pushing it in like he was fucking me. I licked, sucked, bit and moaned. We moved into 69 – I sucked him while he squeezed and caressed my ass cheeks. I shivered when he rubbed his finger against my asshole. “Don’t worry, just touching – do you want to try it there?” he asked. “No!” I said. He didn’t know I had done anal before and kept insisting, “Please, you’re going to love it!” I was dying to take his cock in my ass, but I hesitated before saying, “Okay.”

He grabbed Vaseline from the bathroom. He fingered my hole, which hadn’t been fucked in almost 10 months, and greased it up from the inside out, like baby cream. Then he laid me on my side on the carpet, stood behind me, and slowly rubbed his cock against my ass. I was losing it, moaning like crazy with pleasure. Without warning, he pushed the tip in and I stopped breathing—I literally couldn’t breathe. As he eased the rest of the way in, I nearly fainted. When he started thrusting faster, we both lost it. He fucked my ass for 15 or 20 minutes, then moaned wildly as he came inside me. He rubbed my pussy and I had my third orgasm. He collapsed onto the floor behind me, out of breath, and so did I. He then kissed and caressed me while I was getting up, getting dressed, drinking coke, and drove me home.

That night we texted for hours. He confessed that he wanted me since the first day he saw me. Now, I've been working with him for almost two years and we hang out all the time. :))