I'm A Sex Addict Pt. 01

I am Gloria. I am 23 and I need to feel the desperate arousal of another. I feel it even when I'm walking down the street. I'm not just looking for a quick fuck, though I've had lots of those. I want a connection, a meeting of souls. But instead I got "wham, bang, thank you ma'am" sex.

jean. my good friend, once called me "a slut" because of the number of men I have slept with.

I replied "I want a man who wants my body, but more than my body. But until I find that special person then ordinary men will have to suffice."

Perhaps I am a slut. I look at men constantly. I wonder what how large their cocks are. I hope they want to fuck me. Lots of them look at my firm breasts, hoping that I don't notice their stares. I love to see men tit-watching me.

THE TOPLESS BEACH

I went down to the beach. Lots of women were going topless, so I took off my bikini top. As I did so, a group of men unashamedly stared at me.

One was tall, in his 30s and muscular. He smiled as he perused my body. I recognised him but didn't know his name. He was confident that I would find him attractive. He was right.

I asked him "Do you like what you see?"

He replied "Yes, Bitch. My friends and I'd like to gang bang you like the slut you are."

He stared intently at me, waiting for my reaction. I got that irresistible urge again. I could not stop myself from wanting him.

I hadn't been gang banged before. The prospect thrilled and appalled me equally.

I recognised some awful truths. Being a slut was the only way I could feel love. Sex was doing the same thing in different places with different men. But I couldn't get enough of it. I was going to be a stranger's bitch and be fucked by 5 men.

By agreeing to this I was worse than a slut. I had crossed a line and become a sex addict. It was an uncomfortable realisation that I wasn't in control.

In that moment I knew that I needed professional help.

But instead I said "Okay."

He said "Call me Master from now on."

I said "Okay Master."

Here I was on a crowded beach topless and agreeing to who knows what with 5 men.

MY NUDE SWIM

My Master was so calm as his hand dipped between my thighs. He rubbed my sensitive region through the thin material.

He stopped and said "Bitch, go and swim. We want to see the water splash over your tits."

I was powerless to disobey. The men followed me into the water. We splashed each other so they saw my tits swing and be sprayed with the salty water.

My Master said "Take off the lower part of your bikini and float."

I was concerned because this wasn't a nudist beach. My Master had given me an order. So I obeyed. The men surrounded me while I bent down and took off my cunt covering. One of them took my bikini bottom.

I lay on the sea with my all on full display. The men all admired my shaved pussy mound and firm tits. I lay there for a couple of minutes, enjoying being lusted after.

The man handed back my bikini and I put it on.

My Master said to me "George will take you back to my place."

I went back to the beach and got dressed in the public toilets.

George was waiting for me. He was older than my Master but still sexy.

THE CAR

We went to the beach car park and got into his car. The car park was half full. People were getting their beach stuff and going home.

George didn't start the car.

He said "Beg me for the privilege of sucking my cock."

I knew that people were passing by. I risked being seen giving a man a blowjob. But I didn't care. I hated myself for begging. But I begged successfully.

George fumbled with his zipper and pulled out his cock. Suddenly my face was a few inches from his erect manhood.

He said "Open your mouth, bitch."

He shoved his cock deep into my mouth. His hands held my head firm. He pulled out most of his cock and rammed it all back in. Then he got into a rhythm. He fucked my mouth intensely and shot his cum in my mouth.

He waited for his cock to deflate and then zipped it back in his trousers.

As we drove to my Master's house I said "That's the first time I've given a blowjob in a car."

George smiled and said "It's the best place to have one. You were pretty good at it. My wife hates giving me oral pleasure, even in the bedroom.

So I employ prostitutes to suck me off. You were much better. You wanted it whereas they only do it for the money."

It was ironic that I felt sorry for George being so desperate that he would pay for sex.

MY MASTER USES ME

When we got to my Master's house he said "Strip naked and follow me to the bedroom."

So I declothed myself and went upstairs. He undressed. His cock was too big. I wasn't expecting this. He pushed me down onto the bed. He then pulled my legs to the edge of the bed. He entered me hard. He didn't care how I felt. He thrust himself deep into me. He thrust with piston-like speed. I writhed under him. It was pain and pleasure mixed. Each thrust was powered by lust. I knew I was his fuck toy. I was no more to him than a blow up doll.

He liked having emotionless sex. He went in and out faster than ever. I felt his cum inside me. Still he thrusted. I felt exhausted and in pain, but I felt calm.

He withdrew, got dressed and left. I hated being used but as a sex addict I also liked being his plaything.

BILL ENTERS (ME)

Bill came into the bedroom and asked "Are you ready to be done again?"

I nodded. He got undressed. His cock was about 5 inches long and already erect.

Bill said "Wrap both your arms around my neck and shoulders."

He lifted me up and then lowered me until his cock was in my pussy. He firmly held my bum to raise me up again. Bill again lowered me onto his manhood. I was soon rapidly bouncing on his hard-on.

A few minutes later, Bill stopped. He pumped another load of cum deep into my love hole. Bill was exhausted. I was still suspended on his cock. He was still hard, and he still had me impaled. He kissed me and then eased me off his cock. Unlike my Master, Bill's love-making was tender.

He asked "Do you want to take a shower together?"

I replied "Of course,"

I went first and Bill watched me walk away.

He said "I like your bum. Its really cute"

He followed me to the shower and gently patted my arse. We sensually soaped and scrubbed each other and hugged each other. I felt a connection. But Bill obviously didn't. He was getting dressed. I felt depressed. I started to cry.

Bill asked "What's the matter?"

I said "I felt the other 2 men used me. But sex with you was different. It felt as if you cared for me."

Bill said "What do you expect? You agreed to have a gang bang. You gave us permission to use you."

BILL'S PROPOSAL

We had a long conversation. I poured my heart out to him.

He said "I agree that you need professional help. If you carry on like this you might meet a sadist. Do you really want another man to use you tonight?"

I said "I do and I don't. I want a man who wants me and not just my pussy."

Bill asked "What about a man who wants you and not your pussy? I mean a man who would encourage you to overcome your sex addiction? Would you respect a man who realises that you need other men yet would still love you? How about a man who will want you even more than you want him?"

I asked "If such a man exists then I would want him."

Bill asked "Would you want that man even if he is 30 years older than you?"

I asked "Who do you have in mind?"

Bill said "My Dad."

To be continued