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I had been working at an east coast claims branch for a national insurance company for just over a year. The fluorescent lighting, cubicles and pointless meetings made for very boring days. While the stacks of claim files on my desk never diminished, I was well ahead of my co-workers on my requirements and would often find time to explore the internet. Of course in doing so, I was often led down a road of lust. First would be the perusing of social media for the hot girls that worked in my office. I'd hunt them down and see if I could find any pictures of them in a bikini or showing more skin than they would in the office atmosphere. As lust tends to do, it would push me to explore further. I would look at more R rated sights that would offer skin but just not enough to show nipple or anything more than a g-string on a hot girl. I couldn't take it any further as I was on my work computer and, while they never explicitly said so, I was sure they were monitoring me.

Unfortunately, my lust would often overtake me and I'd resort to looking at more racy porn on my phone. My cubicle was located against a wall so I was pretty safe to look on my phone and be able to see if anyone was approaching. One day my surfing led me to hot girls deep throating nice, big cocks. I would look at pictures of their eyes watering while shaved balls were pressed firmly against their chins. That morphed into watching GIFs of a big dick disappearing down the mouth of a hungry slut. I Çankaya travesti became obsessed, but I soon realized that I was turned on by wishing I was the slut on my knees with a dick ready to abuse me. Where had this desire come from?? I was always an alpha male ladies man. Tall, fit, well dressed, educated and considered very attractive. I had always had a way with women and was always in charge with them sexually, but now I was jealous of a hot porn slut sucking a nice dick? I never figured out how it happened, but I began to look at pictures of nice, hard cocks and fantasizing about serving them. The attraction was never about the men, just their dicks, but I wanted to be a cock sucking and anal slut.

The desire soon grew to the point where I travelled to the outskirts of the city to an adult bookstore and toy shop. I walked in very unsure of myself with a handful of cash, not sure what I was even looking for. I immediately gravitated toward the dildo section. I was amazed how many there were to choose from and how lifelike some of them were. After many uneasy moments, I settled on a rather large lifelike one that sported a big mushroom head. I figured if I was going to get one, it may as well be a big one. I threw the money at the check out girl and got out of there as fast as possible. The drive home was fraught with tension as I struggled to get the packaging open and feel the fake cock as I drove. If I was at a stop light I'd hide it Dikmen travesti beside my seat, but when I was driving I'd fondle and stroke it as much as possible. As soon as I got home I immediately began sucking it and feeling it as I striped. Within minutes I was naked and on all fours after applying a huge amount of coconut oil to my ass and the toy. I was about to work a fake cock into my tight, smooth ass. How did this happen?

The first time was a bit painful but incredible. I worked most of the cock in and was eventually able to fuck myself pretty good with it. I came a huge amount as I stroked. When I began to shoot I pulled the toy out and loved the feeling of my gaping hole as I came. My toy became my new obsession. I fucked it almost nightly and became quite the anal slut. I could now take the whole cock easily, pulling it completely from my hole and then shoving it back in to the hilt. I actually became proud of my anal accomplishments. My days at work were spent looking at hot cocks on my phone and my nights were spent fucking myself silly with my new toy. Oftentimes when I stroked and toyed, I thought of servicing cocks with my ass and mouth. I didn't want to see the guys, I wanted them to wear masks and not speak, but I wanted their cocks, as many as I could get.

This became my routine for about 3 months until one day, everything changed. I was at my desk at work and I got an email. It was from an email that didn't clearly Eryaman travesti identify who the sender was. A generic email to my work account that included the subject line of *quot;I know what you are doing*quot;. My heart began to beat harder as I opened the email. It was one line, but one that scared me. It simply read *quot;you are looking at inappropriate images on your phone during work and I know all about what you are thinking*quot;. That was it. I didn't respond, hoping that it was simply someone trying to mess with me in some juvenile way. Then after 3 days, another email. This one, which had the same subject line read *quot;I am in administration in your building and I'm in charge of all internet security. I have been monitoring your activity for the past two months and find it interesting how you spend your days. You will be fired unless you do as I say.*quot;

There was nothing more, no name, no instructions, nothing, but it had my attention. Well now they had my attention. Then I got the message that would take my cock obsession to the next level. It read *quot;take a sick day tomorrow afternoon. At noon, go to the hotel ½ a mile from here on Professional Ave. You will get an email with the room number and the door will be slightly open. Go in, strip naked, put on a blindfold and get on your knees. Once you are in position simply say *quot;I'm ready*quot;. You will then be under my control until I am done with you. If you choose not to comply, I will forward all of your activity to management and they will deal with you and your job. If you do comply, your secret will be safe. Do no reply, just be there.*quot; My heart began to pound. Was I going to lose my job? Was I going to go through with this? What was in store for me?

Next story is what I was in for.