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Sex Addict (MF, affair, work)
by Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
***
A woman fights to control her sexual addictions, only
to lose that battle. (MF, affair, work)
***
Hi, my name is Mary and I'm a sex addict. I've tried to
stop, to stay celibate but I can never contain myself
for more than a week or so. I can't tell you how many
times I've fucked up my life with this little addiction
of mine.
I've lost jobs, boy friends and even a couple of
husbands because I am too promiscuous. I just can't
help it, I see a man, or in some cases a woman that
attracts me and there I am again.
This story is about my current job. I balled the boss
again even knowing what would probably happen in the
end. I'd only been working there for less than a month
when it happened. He was a good-looking guy and I'd
been turned on by him since first meeting him at my job
interview.
I didn't want to get into trouble again so I kept
trying to ovoid him, but heck, how do you do that when
you work directly under him.
It was a Friday afternoon and the place was winding
down after a super busy week and Bob, my boss, called
out to me to bring in the weekly stats. I had been
thinking about sex for the past few hours. My plan was
to go over to Mini's Bar and Grill that evening and
pick up some young stud-muffin and screw his brains out
until morning. You see I'd been without all week,
trying to be good and all.
I'm 44-years-old and if I wanted to be brutally honest
about it I'd have to admit that I'm starting to show a
little wear and tear around the edges from all the men
I've had and all the booze and late night parties I've
done. (But the good thing about being a woman; there is
always a nice looking guy out there who lets his dick
do his thinking for him.)
I still remember the first time I had sex with a boy. I
can't remember all of the guys I've had, but I
certainly remember that first one. I was 14 at the time
and he was 18 and very popular and going to college. I
was so flattered that he was interested in little old
me.
Boy, I'd kill to be 14 again, things would be different
if I knew then what I know now. I just squandered my
perfection as a youth. I was pretty hot looking at 14,
and pretty horny too.
I took this man on with out a thought. I think I would
have done it sooner if someone had asked me, but back
then boys always thought that girls would say no or
even be offended if they tried to make a move on the
girl.
Well, this hunky guy who was a world older than me
asked me to the college football game and I had the
time of my life. My folks had been working their
fingers to the bone trying to keep our family
restaurant from going under and they didn't have time
to keep tabs on me. So I was a free agent out there and
Kevin was about to get a real slice of life from me.
We went to the game and Kevin bought me hotdogs and
beer and treated me like I was all grown up. It was
intoxicating and when he put his arm around my
shoulders casually I just about died. There I was
sitting at the big game with the best-looking guy
around and he was possessively holding me so that all
the other guys and girls could see that I was his.
I'd never even dated before, not really dated. Kevin
knew all the right things to say and after the game we
went to Lookout Mountain just south of the city "to see
the city all lit up" and within 30 minutes we were
fucking like rabbits.
Even to this day I can remember Kevin and that first
time. I've probably had at least 400 different guys
since then, but the feeling of his hands unbuttoning my
blouse and tugging off my jeans; and god when he
touched my pussy I was ready to jump his bones right
then and there.
Ol' Kev didn't know what he had on his hands that
night. He thought that he'd get his rocks off and then
take me home. Well, was he wrong!
When he had my clothes off and was tugging his pants
off with that frantic excitement that I've become so
used to over the years since then, I couldn't contain
myself, I had to touch it, feel it, I'd never seen one
before and when I grabbed his dick in my cold hand he
just about had a stroke.
I remember that I was surprised at how soft his dick
felt, yet how hard it stood up, ready for action -- so
to speak. Kevin put his hands on my tits and started
squeezing them, sort of massaging them, and man oh man
did that get me going.
The thing that still sticks in my mind was the feeling
of him pushing me down and climbing on top of me -- the
feeling of his hot naked flesh against mine, and the
wonderful excitement as he stuck his stiff dick into
me. My blood pressure just about shot through the roof.
I was so wet by the time he entered me that he just
slid home with ease. And when he started to fuck me I
started to scream as my orgasm started, I was in
ecstasy. (I think I scared him at first.)
I know that we attracted attention from the other
lovers who where out there that night. I was making
enough noise that if they'd taped me they could have
dubbed a porno film very successfully just with my
moans and lusty screams.
There was even some applause after Kevin and I had our
first orgasms and where lying there panting side by
side. We did it 4 more time that night. I think Kevin
was glad to call it a night after the 4th time. I still
wanted to keep going, but I was pretty sore by then.
So as you can see I have a history of loving sex right
from the very first time. I guess that I'm a real
honest to goodness nymphomaniac and have been pretty
much from that moment on.
I'd tried to be good. I didn't want to get fucked up at
work again, but that Friday all the things that I am so
susceptible to just kind of fell into place. First, I'd
been thinking about sex all day, and second, my boss
was looking particularly sexy that day. So when I
walked into his office our eyes met and I knew what
would happen.
Bob looked a little disconcerted as he looked into my
eyes. I on the other hand was ready and I knew how to
make things happen. I walked up too close to him, you
know, right up next to him so that we were touching.
Then as he was looking at the papers that I was still
holding I took one of his hands and brought it up under
the hem of my skirt.
That's all it took. He gasped in surprise, but I held
his hand down there and when he felt my "clit ring"
with his prodding fingers a groaned in his ear, "Eat
me, please." and didn't have to say or do anything
else.
Bob's testosterone kicked in and he was all over me. He
picked me up by the waist and placed me on his desk.
Then he quickly ran over to the door and closed and
locked it.
'Oh boy,' I thought he was going to fuck me and I was
going to get the satisfaction that I'd been craving all
day.
When Bob hurried back over to me I sprawled lewdly out
on his desk pulling my skirt up my thighs to show him
my naked pussy with my clit rings glistening in the
harsh overhead lights.
I love clit rings -- they're so erotic, they tell any
man that you're ready and willing to fuck them. Ever
since I've had them I haven't had to say anything to
the guy, he just knows that I'm there to fuck him.
My boss shoved my legs apart and buried his face
between them eating me out just like I had asked him
to. God Bob had a great technique; he really knew how
to eat a pussy. I could feel him tonguing my clit
rings, and I jumped in pleasure as he started to lick
them, tonguing me in earnest.
As he built up speed I found myself thinking how lucky
his wife must feel... err... well, she'd be lucky if he
weren't about to cheat on her with me. I smiled at the
thought. In a strange way it always makes me feel
better about myself when other people are pulled down
to my level. (Men are such animals sometimes.)
But after a couple of minutes of great face I wanted
more than a tongue jammed up me and began to beg Bob to
fuck me, "Please Bob, fuck me," I said in a half moan,
"I need a big stiff cock in me, I need to be ridden
hard, fuck me Bob, please." I held my arms out to him
and he yanked his pants down and leaped between my open
legs.
I could feel him penetrate me with his rising passion.
He slid deep into my slick pussy and I felt complete
for a moment. Then he started thrusting in and out of
my like I've experienced hundreds of times before. I
knew that he was heading for a quick come but there was
nothing I could do about it he was in charge so I just
lay there and let him do his thing.
He stood at the edge of the desk holding my legs up and
fucking me wildly -- grunting with effort as he thrust
deeply -- almost pushing me across the desk in his
excitement.
I had my first orgasm as he thrust into me. I had my
second when I looked up at him; he'd thrown his head
back and closed his eyes and was shivering, thrust to
the hilt in me. I knew that he was coming in me, I knew
that he was in ecstasy getting his rocks off in me,
just as I'd planned.
Finally Bob slumped over me breathing like a
locomotive. I let him lie on top of me for a while,
feeling his heart pounding against my chest, and his
dick throbbing inside me. Then after a bit I whispered
in his ear, "I need it again Bob, I need you to fuck me
again, please."
He looked side ways at me but I just smiled and kissed
him, gently pushing him away from me. "C'mon Bob, do me
again, I know you can, please Bob I want it doggy style
this time."
I climbed onto my hands and knees wiggling my ass in
his face like a bitch in heat. It didn't take any more
effort that that. Bob was scrambling up on his desk
right there with me. I immediately felt his big swollen
dick still coated in our mutual slime slide home.
God he felt good!
And so there we were doing it like dogs right on his
desk. As my boss enjoyed my cunt from behind I took a
moment to reflect on what would probably happen this
time. Once his passion was sated he'd realize what he'd
done and would probably fire me right away. Or maybe he
would have sex with me a few more time before the axe
fell. 'There was always the blackmail advantage, he was
married after all,' I thought momentarily.
But then all thoughts flew out of my mind as another
lovely orgasm rushed through my body. Bob's thrusts had
driven me over the edge of sanity again, just like the
hundreds of times I'd been there before. I screamed in
lust like a She- Wolf howling at the moon. I was
temporarily out of my mind, and so was Bob apparently
because I could hear him gasping and grunting as he
fucked me harder and harder, not caring who heard us.
Then he came -- Soon I could feel his hot come running
down the inside of my thighs as he kept frantically
screwing me like an dog taking a bitch in heat.
I kept coming again and again, my whole body was on
fire, I knew subconsciously that this was one of the
best fucks I'd ever had.
Bob kept thrusting and I could feel his big shaft
rubbing my clit rings against my woman-nub just in the
right way, I was getting light headed from the
intensity of my prolonged come, it was fucking
wonderful.
Somewhere deep down inside I was sad because I knew
that this feeling would end soon, and then I'd be
trying to find it again in all the wrong places. But
right then I didn't give a damn, all I wanted was for
him to keep fucking me until I blacked out.
But it was not to be, as usual -- like all the men
before him he finally stopped when he'd shot his load.
He slid down over my back covered in sweat, pushing me
down under him. With a pang of sorrow I felt Bob slip
out of my come filled hole and it was over.
But to my surprise we did it twice more before the
afternoon was over. Bob turned out to be my fantasy
lover with an insatiable need for sex and great stamina
too.
Well, that Friday session was over 3 weeks ago and I'm
still employed. As a matter of fact I even get my lunch
free everyday. Bob takes me to the Holiday Inn down the
street were he buys me lunch then we go up to a room
and fuck each other's brains out for around 40-minutes
or so, then all relaxed and happy we go back to work.
Who knows what will happen? Bob says that I'm the best
fuck he's ever had, and that his wife is a real pill
when it comes to the bedroom.
**
I've seen his wife and I have to tell you she's a real
knockout. Maybe she just needs a little nudge. I have a
special plan for the Christmas party at Bob's house if
I'm still working here by then. I'd like to see if I
could make a difference in his wife's sex life, like I
have Bob's.
I'd like to try anyway...
THE END
Other stories by Michael & Phoebe
http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/phoenix/
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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