A man’s choices will transform him into a cum slut

My name is Eric. At 21, I was working as the IT guy at a prominent Caribbean cruise company. My days were usually pretty boring. Fixing computer problems were usually a no brainer for me. People are so stupid when it comes to how they use their machines that I assume there will always be a need for guys like me.

Like most computer nerds I’m your typical slightly built nerd. I liked keeping my dirty blonde hair a shaggy length, almost down to my collar. Thanks to the company dress code that was meant to distinguish the executives from the monkeys like me, I was encouraged to dress down, so for me that consisted of jeans and a hoody. I had a private office on the 3rd floor, which I rarely ever had to leave.

The previous support tech had installed VPN software so that he could diagnose, and fix workstations remotely. I liked the VPN cuz it would save me a ton of time walking all the way to look at a machine that was buggy. In fact the only times I ever had to venture out was for lunch, or if there was a computer that wouldn’t physically turn on. I would sometimes remotely mess with some of the really hot girls machines so they’d have to come get me.

The secretaries to three of the highest ranking men in the office: Emily, a drop dead gorgeous French beauty with light brown hair and a sweet sultry voice, Heather, a Jessica Alba-ish Latina with huge tits, and luscious lips, and Krystal, a tall natural blonde with a Georgia accent were my favorites… well everybody’s favorites. They could all easily be models. I often wondered why they weren’t models instead of office assistants, except that they all seemed very bright, and very content in their jobs. I couldn’t get enough of their scent or their goddess-like bodies. I longed to be with them, but they’d never be with a guy like me who was unremarkable, and who made such little money. So I found some pleasure in finding opportunities to get close to them, to steal glances down their blouses, up their skirts, and fantasize about being with them.

Now one of the fun things to do when I was bored was to snoop through peoples machines via the VPN. It logged what porn sites they would visit, any pictures or movies they’d download. I was supposed to report this kind of activity. But I was so bored that this little spy game filled my dull days with something interesting – laughing at everyone’s fetishes, and tricking the girls to come get me so I could be close to them.

We housed the regional supervisors for all four corners of the country in our buiding. The supervisor for the Southwest region was a total douchenozzle in his late 30’s named Nick Lansfeld. He was always coming onto the secretaries and other female execs, making suggestive comments, and getting really handsy with them. All the top execs did it, and they always seemed to escape any sexual harassment issues. I guess cuz because everyone they were held accountable to was every bit as perverted. I know; I’ve seen all their porn snooping habits.

Well, Nick had probably the most perverted taste. In addition to all usual cream pie, barely legal, and bondage porn that seemed to dominate the offices of the upper echelon, he liked sissy porn. He would download lots of vids of men being humiliated by women by being forced to dress in frilly girls clothes and either taking strap-on’s from the women, or being forced to take men’s cocks, while the women goaded them on and humiliated them. I had deduced that he was probably like most powerful men, had some secret fantasies about being turned into a sissy bitch.

By :Andi_Lembke

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