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Tina's Story
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It was a dangerous obsession, one that I couldn't ignore.
I remember the thrill of the first time I held a hard cock in my hands and pressed my lips to its heated skin. I wouldn't call myself a cock hound or a cum slut, but for the right guy, I am both of those. I've dated guys that weren't the right guy, and they would be shocked to learn that I might do that. I love that part of me, but I usually don't let it out until I really get to know someone.
This new obsession is nothing like that, and I'm still hoping it won't get me into trouble.
I would almost say the obsession started with a picture, but it really started with a look that came after the picture. In order to explain the look or even the picture, I have to back up a bit. Neither would have happened without my new job, and my job wouldn't have happened without my ex-husband, so I guess I'll start there.
I met him at a bar near the college just as I was finishing up graduate school. He was several years younger than I, and his pickup line was something about letting a real woman and a milf help him get over the pain of breaking up with a girl. I teased him about how I wasn't qualified to be a milf, but I let him seduce me anyway.
The sex was exciting and playful, and I was pretty sure it was going to be a one-night stand. I was shocked when he called, and we went out on an actual date.
Things raced quickly after that. First, I found out that he hadn't actually broken up with his girlfriend, and we had a bit of a fight. Then, I discovered that my birth control had failed. Suddenly, he was swearing to be faithful to me, and then we were getting married because it was the right thing to do for our child. Then, I found out that he was still cheating on me with his ex-girlfriend and two other women as well. Just like that, I was single again.
I'm pretty sure that my uncle knew some of this turmoil was happening, and my mom probably pressured him to offer me a job. I'm sure he would have helped me out even without her meddling. Moving back home seemed like just the right thing to do. With the support of my family, I threw myself into doing good things at work and making a good home for my unborn child.
I think I knew that I was neglecting my sexual needs, but I also knew that I had to focus on raising my child. That neglect became a bit more apparent after my daughter was born. I remember telling Kathy at work about how sensitive my breasts had become.
What I couldn't tell her was how often I had to masturbate after my daughter had fed. I have a favorite picture that is the only thing I kept from my ex-husband. It is a picture of me smiling with his beautiful cock buried in my throat.
His cock was the most perfect cock I had ever worshiped. It wasn't extra long or even wide, but it was just the right size to fill the back of my throat. He used to make me crazy by saying that he didn't think my daughter was his child. He would always point out that we spent a lot more time with his cock in my mouth than in my pussy.
The child is his, but he did have a point. I loved feeling the strength of his cock as it pulsed its load into my throat. I loved how quickly I could suck him hard and make him fill me again.
Kathy is a wonderful source of mothering advice due to her experiences with her children. I think she would be shocked to know how I would quickly put my daughter down for a nap after feeding, and then stare at that picture while pinching my nipples until I came. Perhaps my troubles started from the memory of my ex-husband's cock in that picture, but that's not even the picture that caused the obsession.
The next step towards debauchery came in the form of a request from accounting. It was one of the strangest programming requests I have ever had. The head of accounting said that a lot of money was disappearing, but he couldn't find where it came from or where it went. He was absolutely certain that the computer wasn't doing the math properly, and he wanted me to write a whole new accounting program to verify the current one. I managed to accept the task without telling him he was insane.
I started by assuming that the program was fine, but someone was tampering with it. I figured out how I would tamper with it, and then wrote a set of programs to sniff traffic on the network for suspicious activity. I wasn't surprised at all when I found what I was looking for. I was more surprised to see strange activity coming from my own phone.
It was easy to find and copy the hidden app. I left the original alone, figuring I might have to plant some data to see where it went. It took a little time to reverse engineer the app to see who wrote it. It had to have been someone in the company, but I couldn't figure out who. It was easiest of all to modify the app and then start sneaking it into the phones of my prime suspects.
My prime suspect should have been John. He seemed to be the most capable of writing the code. I was nearly certain that the same person was responsible for stealing money from the company, and I couldn't believe that John would do that.
My list of suspects got short after that. I really didn't think my cousin would steal from his father's company. I was pretty sure that the accountant who wanted me to investigate wasn't playing some kind of game. In the end, I bugged four phones, and then sat back to see what I could find.
After a lot of dead-ends, a most intriguing picture was snared in my net. It was part of a set of pictures that highly suggested that John and his wife were swingers. I would never have guessed. Even more intriguing was the size of his cock. I'm sure that the angle made it appear bigger than it is, but it was still very close to the perfect size for me. Most surprising of all was the fact that I knew the woman in the picture. She was my best friend's mother.
I don't know that my obsession with cocks led me to make that phone call, but it might have been a factor. I really was more concerned with finding the crook that was stealing from the company. I wanted my friend's mom to convince me that John wasn't stealing to finance his sexual debauchery.
I met with her at her house. I wanted to be face to face with her as I explained my question. At first, she was angry. I had to do a lot of explaining how I had come to see the picture in the first place. She admitted that she loved the picture, but she wouldn't have trusted her husband with it, so she hadn't kept a copy. She had asked John to never share it either, and she was happy to hear the lengths I had needed to go to see it.
She was sincere when she said that in her opinion, John was not the type that would steal from the company. She said she knew a lot of swinger couples who spent a lot of money on trips to resorts, but she never saw John and his wife throw money around like that. I believed her, but that left me with no leads on the financial problem.
It was something she said in the middle of our conversation that sparked my obsession. She hadn't seen the picture in a long time, and she asked if I could get her a copy now. I used her computer to retrieve a copy. She smiled at the image, and then her eyes got all dreamy.
"I don't understand his wife," she said. "She said she loved watching me give him a blow job, but she didn't like to do them herself." Her tone turned even dreamier. "I love how hard his cock flexes when he cums. He's the best ever."
I smiled with her, and the conversation moved on. Later, as I thought about it, I started to wonder just how good a guy had to be to be the best ever. I should have let it go, but I had to find out.
I knew that it became an obsession. I knew that it was a dangerous one. I could easily lose my job in pursuing it. I still had to find out. I knew in my heart that I was willing to do almost anything to feel his cock surging in my mouth.
My first thought had been to 'accidentally' end up at a party with him and his wife, and let things 'accidentally' get out of hand. I learned that their group of friends had planned a vacation together and then a hotel weekend together. John and his wife didn't go to either event because of the money needed. That alone convinced me that John was not the thief.
It was going to be a few weeks until the next party, and I started to get desperate.
I may have been desperate, but I still had a job to do. I figured out how the money transfers were being hidden in the accounting system, but I still couldn't figure out where the money was going. I decided to lock myself at a computer and hack away until I figured it out.
I love and hate when I get so wrapped up in a project that I lose track of everything else. I had been at it for hours without results when I realized that I was behind schedule for relieving pressure in my breasts. I had the security system set to chime if anyone came in through the front door or the shipping dock, so I knew I was alone in the building. I didn't think twice as I dug in my bag for the pump. At the same time, I pulled my shirt off. I also released my bra, because that helps with the growing pressure.
My mind started to drift as soon as the pumping started. The conversation with Kathy about my sensitive nipples immediately jumped to mind. I quickly justified allowing a quick orgasm to help clear my mind, and I called up the picture of John and his cock. As I stared at the picture and caressed my own breast, my first small orgasm came quickly.
A noise at the door startled me. I knew it was a hallucination. I was alone in the building, but there he was. I almost wished he were real. I think I whispered, "Please."
He had to be a ghost. One moment he was at the door, and the next he was in front of me. He pushed the pump aside and worshiped my breast in a most delicious way. He was real, and it was magic, and a magnificent orgasm washed through my body as we enjoyed his pleasure. That was all well and good, but that was not what I needed.
"Stand up," I commanded, and suddenly I had him. There was no time to think about how perfect it was. I took it, owned it, and used it to get what I wanted. The only thing I needed to make it more perfect he gave to me as I came, and I swallowed every drop. I wrapped my arms around his waist and struggled not to cry in my relief.
A fine relief it would have been, but even as I held him, the pressure in my other breast threatened to become pain. I was going to use the pump to fix that problem, but he surprised me in a most delightful way. It almost seemed strange to have a grown man suckling at my breast, but the way he adored it and the pleasure he gave me made pushed me into another nice orgasm.
I teased him about his lust, and he teased me back, using my breasts to tease his own cock. It was more than I could take, and I swallowed all of our combined flavors as I took his perfect cock again. This time, I was able to slow down and enjoy him. He wasn't as big around as my ex-jerk was, but he was longer. He filled my throat without forcing my mouth so wide. Best of all, he was just as hard this time as he had been the first, and I nearly passed out with pleasure as I came.
At first, I simply held him again, enjoying the heat of his body and the caress of his hands. Then I started to worry about what we had done. His wife and I had been close once. She wouldn't have allowed this back then, and I'm sure that wouldn't have changed. What if he did turn out to be the thief? What if he planned to blackmail me now? I wondered if he would tell me the truth if I asked him.
The question slipped out before I realized I was speaking.
"So, how good are you at keeping secrets?"
I could see his puzzlement as he looked down at me. A slightly embarrassed smile formed on his lips.
"Actually, I thought I was pretty good," he started. "On the other hand, no one is supposed to know about that picture except me and Linda and my wife."
My eyes turned to the picture and I couldn't help but smile. The smile faded quickly. Linda had said he was the best, and both times I had been too lost in my own orgasm to remember. I didn't dare ask him to let me use him again.
He saw me frown and he tried to guess what I was thinking. "My wife will laugh at me for letting this happen," he suggested, "but she won't be angry. When I tell her about it, she is going to ask for more details than I probably remember, but this secret will end there."
"What kind of details?" I asked as I pondered how to ask him if he was the thief.
"Little things," he said with a half smile and a shrug. He quickly dropped to his knees in front of my chair.
"Things like what was the look on your face when I first teased your nipple," he explained as he leaned forward and caught my nipple with his lips. His eyes studied my face and the pleasure it showed.
"Things like do your eyes stay open, or do they close when you get lost in pleasure," he managed to say as his teeth started to tease and pull. He had to slurp up the wetness that flowed out. His eyes closed for a moment while he enjoyed the feel of my nipple in his mouth and the sweet flavors.
There was raw mischief in his eyes when they opened. He released my nipple and started to stand as he lifted his face to mine. As we kissed and shared the flavors, he pulled me from my chair to my feet, and the turned our bodies so that my butt was against my desk.
His eyes challenged me to stop him as his hands found the buttons on my jeans.
"When I describe the sweet flavors of your nipples and your kisses, she won't believe me at all if I say I didn't taste the rest of you." He kissed his way down my body as he pushed my jeans to the floor. I'm sure his eyes saw that there was no chance I was going to stop him.
I hope that he was able to keep his eyes open to see my reaction. As soon as his tongue pressed into me, my eyes rolled back and I was lost in the pleasure. When his fingers pushed up inside of me, I grabbed his head and forced it back to make eye contact. I used my eyes to demand that he never stop, and to let him know I was expecting a lot more as well.
The ingrate had the nerve to pull his lips away!
"Do you have any idea how good you taste?" he teased, and then he quickly dove back in.
There was no chance I was going to be able to answer him, but I am sure he saw that I blushed. I grabbed his head and ground myself against him as my body started shaking again and I gave him a lot more flavors to enjoy.
As soon as my orgasm started to wane, I used my grip on his head to pull his face to mine. I couldn't wait to taste myself on his face. I also planned to quickly trade spots with him so I could get him hard again. I couldn't wait to taste his sweet cock when it was covered with my flavors from down there.
Perhaps he had the same idea, but he chose not to wait. As his lips pressed to mine and I tasted my sweet flavors, his cock thrust in between my legs to fill me. I cried out in need and he started thrusting into me. I devoured his kisses and I could tell we were both going to finish quickly. Almost too late, I realized what would happen if he filled me.
"No, no, no," I gasped between breaths as I started to cum on his cock. His eyes went round in consternation. "Don't fill me!" I begged. I knew it was too late, but I couldn't stop from pleading, either.
My orgasm seemed to last forever. I held him close as the tremors passed. It took me a bit to realize that my body was relaxing, but his was still quivering. I looked up at him as I realized he was struggling to maintain control.
"Tina, I'm sorry," he whispered harshly. "I didn't even think about pregnancy. Hold still for another minute and we should be okay." His eyes saw the sudden shock in my eyes as I realized he was right. "What?" he asked tentatively as he realized that hadn't been my concern.
"I was afraid I would be denied this," I teased with a smile. At the same time, I pushed him away and quickly dropped to my knees in front of him.
I caught his surging cock in my hand and pulled it into my mouth. I knew that pulling out of me would set him off, and he didn't disappoint me. I took his cock as deep as I could and just held it there as I concentrated on feeling him cum. Even though this was his third orgasm, his cock surged and pulsed as he filled my mouth. He gasped as I overloaded his senses by swallowing and letting my throat work against his cock. His knees seemed to give out and he collapsed into my chair.
I couldn't keep from climbing into his lap to straddle him. He tried to pull away from the flavors when I first kissed him, but then he surrendered to me. Eventually, we both surrendered to the need to breathe, and I melted into his arms.
We held each other for quite a while, and I decided it was time to move. We needed to either get dressed or go another round. I opened my mouth to ask him if he was capable of another.
I was shocked to hear myself ask, "Are you stealing money from the company?"
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