Obsessions Abound – Part 2 of 3

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Tina’s Story===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 beylikdüzü escort 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 beylikdüzü escort bayan 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 escort beylikdüzü 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.

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