It would be an understatement for me to say that I loved sex. I’ve always been obsessed with it. I mean, who isn’t? I had been shy for most of my life, but that changed once I got to college. A few days after my 19th birthday, my history lecturer, Mr Zensky, told me to stay behind after class so that he could discuss my essay.
Well, one thing led to another, and he accidentally brushed my leg with his hand. The corners of my lips curled, and my eyes glistened as I felt his skin against mine. He noticed my reaction and smiled, then put his hand on my other leg. As he did that, it’s as if a lustful feeling zinged throughout my body, making me tremble.
Mr Zensky watched me close my eyes and part my lips. He parted my legs, kneeled in front of me and then pulled off my panties. A mixture of excitement and nervousness went through me, but I went with whatever he wanted to do. It felt like Mr Zensky gave me permission to explore the feelings that I had suppressed for my entire life, and it felt amazing.
I panted with my tongue sticking out as he licked my pussy, and I clutched his hair. Feeling his tongue tickle my clitoris made me feel like I would pass out from the tremendous pleasure. How could he be doing this to me? And how could I let him?
He stood up, unzipped his pants and then pulled the back of my head towards his crotch. I grabbed his hard dick over his underwear and looked at it with droopy eyelids. I wanted it so bad, but I didn’t know if it was appropriate. Does he want me to suck his dick? I was confused since I had never been in that situation before.
Well, we’ve gotten this far. Might as well see where it ends up. I pulled his underwear down to his knees, stroked his dick a few times while looking at it and then dabbed my lips against his head. Making eye contact with him would’ve flushed my cheeks to the point of me running away. As long as I avoided eye contact with him, I’d be okay.
“Suck it,” he said.
I put my lips over his dick and bobbed as I heard him groan. Knowing that I was pleasuring him motivated me to carry on. His groaning loudened as I sped up the sucking, which also made me wet. I wanted to feel his hard dick inside me.
I stood up, faced my back to him and then bent over the table. Mr Zensky pulled my skirt up to my lower back and spanked me. God, it felt so good. Our mischievous intimacy made my first time even better than I thought it would be.
He stuck his dick inside me and groaned. My tight pussy stretched as I closed my eyes and moaned. I wanted him to bang me as hard as he could. I didn’t care if I screamed so loud that the football players could hear us on the field.
His balls clapped against my cheeks as he pounded me from behind. My face flushed, and I grimaced as he carried on giving it to me like a wild animal deprived of freedom.
I emitted several loud groans as his dick went in all way, and he squeezed my shoulders. Feeling him exert his power on me made me feel so vulnerable, and I loved it. I wanted him to carry on forever, but I heard him murmur as his semen made me wetter. I couldn’t believe what we had done. It was unexpected, wrong…yet so much fun.
I pulled my panties up, then pulled down my dress as I avoided making eye contact with Mr Zensky. He zipped his pants up, and I walked past him, then out of the room.
Our intercourse was on my mind as I walked home. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and didn’t want to. Mr Zensky had opened up Pandora’s box, freeing me from any inhibition of being sexually active.
I couldn’t attend his class after that day because I felt uncomfortable being around him, but I had to carry on getting banged. After a few football players had their way with me, I got the nickname Slutty Sally. Shortly thereafter, word got out about me banging Mr Zensky. The drama that ensued wasn’t worth me staying, so I changed colleges.
My slutty ways continued at the new college. No matter how much sex I got, it was never enough. I thought that the last straw would be when I slept with the CEO at my first job, resulting in his dismissal and the company’s stock plummeting thirty per cent in one day, but it wasn’t. I just couldn’t help myself. Eventually, the company also fired me after I slept with another three co-workers.
Things got really bad after I slept with a few married men. Not only did their wives divorce them, but their children got caught up in that mess. I might’ve been an out-of-control whore who couldn’t get enough dick, but even I would put children’s feelings before my pussy.
I needed help. The only place where I could seek treatment was a sex addiction treatment centre. I found one online and booked my spot for their next meeting. I figured that all of the attendees would be in the same position as me, so I had no anxiety about attending. It’s not like I cared anyway. Being labelled a slut didn’t deter me from opening my legs, so one silly meeting couldn’t do it either.
I walked into the meeting on Wednesday night and saw regular looking people. Sure, there was one creepy looking guy who kept scratching his crotch, but everyone else looked normal. I figured that guy must’ve gotten crabs.
“Good evening, everyone. My name is Llewellyn. I’ll be your facilitator tonight. Let’s start by introducing ourselves, followed by saying, ‘I’m a sex addict.’ Saying it out loud will make you feel that you’re confronting your problem and will make others feel like they’re not the only ones.”
I liked him already. He seemed like he knew what he was doing. I have to admit that I glanced at his crotch a few times. Stop it, Sally. That’s not what you’re here for. I forgave myself by realising that others in the room had done the same.
When it was my turn to stand up, I said, “Hi. I’m Sally, and I’m a sex addict. I realised I had a problem when I couldn’t focus on my work because I was thinking about sex.” The rest of the group nodded. “I want to stop relying on sex for my survival and just enjoy it like everyone else.”
“Good, Sally,” said Llewelyn. “I think all of us here have felt that way,” he added.
After hearing everyone’s story, I felt better about myself. I might’ve had a bad case of sex addiction, but some were even worse than mine. They had slept with family members, and one guy even admitted to beastiality. I clenched my teeth and cringed on the inside as I thought about that. There was no way I would let my addiction get to that point. I had to make a drastic change.
I approached Llewelyn after everyone left. “Thank you for this,” I said. “It’s shown me that I’m not the only one facing this problem.”
“Good. That’s the point. It’s a safe environment to overcome your problem.”
“I’m in a bad spot in my life, and I really need to start fresh. My 30th birthday is approaching, and I want a normal life. I don’t want to hang out at nightclubs, hoping to get laid when I’m in my mid-30s.”
“Absolutely. In order to do that, you’re going to have to avoid men altogether.” What? What did he just say? Avoid men altogether? I thought this was gonna be a gradual process where I slowly let go of sex. “You look surprised,” added Llewelyn.
“I am…a bit. I didn’t think you’d say that.”
“You said you needed to start over. That’s the way to do it. This isn’t a baby step process. Doing it less and less over time isn’t going to make you crave sex less. You need to pull the handbrakes on that sucker.”
“How long should I stay away from them? Are you saying for the rest of my life?”
“Until you feel that you’re not thinking about sex all the time and can enjoy male company without needing to sleep with them.”
“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that,” I said.
“That’s what’s required if you want immediate and long-lasting change. You need to detach yourself from your past. Stay away from men, sex and everyone who was involved in getting you into this mess.”
Hmmm. Interesting. I’m not sure I can do that, but I’ll try. In fact, I’m going to do it. No more sex for years, but right after I have fun one last time.
I figured that instead of sleeping with several men over the next few days, I’d speed up the process by sleeping with several at once. The only way that could happen was at a gangbang.
I searched the internet and found one within minutes. A sex party organiser was looking for a female volunteer to sleep with several men at once. I promised myself that would be my last sexual intercourse. It had to be. That was the only way I could stop ruining my life and others’.
The party was at a beach house. Some millionaire had rent it out to the party organisers, and I had no idea that I was the guest of honour.
The main organiser, Randy, opened the door for me and welcomed me inside. The house had white leather furniture to compliment the white walls, a bar with a granite counter and a pool that overlooked the beach. The only thing that gave me the jitters were the six guys in the house. I thought there would be a few more women.
“Any other women coming?” I asked.
“Not for this party. We’ve got more men coming, but they’ll join you guys later. If you’re ready, follow me,” said Randy.
I got on my knees in the lounge, and the guys surrounded me. They pulled out their dicks, and I blew one while jerking off another two, then rotated. After blowing all of them, I bent over the couch.
I sucked the one guy’s dick and jerked off two guys while another gave it to me from behind. I felt so dirty, but I loved it. It was one last time, for who knows how long, so I had to make it special by going all out.
Another guy lay on the floor next to me, so I got on top of him. One guy stuck his dick in my ass while I rode the guy on the floor and another stood in front of me, so I blew him. Two guys kept slapping their dicks on my head and face. Being so kinky made me hornier, so I shot out several loud screams.
I heard the door open. The guys Randy was talking about must’ve come in. I avoided eye contact with all of them and just kept doing my thing. The only thing I saw was dicks. They were in all my holes and even in my face.
My head hung, and my bushy, curly hair covered my face. The new guys definitely hadn’t seen my face. I preferred it that way because it allowed me to relax. The guys moved away from me to give me space to go on my hands and knees. Two guys entered me from behind, one in each hole. It was definitely the new guys.
I kept my head down as the two guys banged me, but I could hear the rest of the guys stroking their meat. I knew what was coming.
“Okay. The guys are ready for you, Sally,” said Randy.
I raised my head while kneeling. The guys surrounded me, with the two guys who just banged me standing behind me. I felt their dicks brushing the back of my head. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Cum splattered over my face and into my mouth. I even felt it in my hair and on my back. The guys murmured as they unloaded more onto me.
Someone handed me a towel, and I wiped the cum off my face. As I stood up and turned around, my jaw lowered, and my eyes widened. “What the hell?” I asked.
Llewelyn was getting dressed. He looked at me, then smiled as he stepped forward. “Sally. I had no idea that was you.”
“Sally, is that you?” I heard another man say.
Oh, my God. Who is it now? As I looked over Llewelyn’s shoulder, I saw Mr Zensky. “No, this can’t be happening,” I said.
I scampered out of the house, then slumped into my car. My face fell into my palms as I thought about what had happened. I felt dirty, ashamed and a whore who should never go out again or be with another man.
I raised my head and had a sly smile, realising that rehashing the past and feeling so embarrassed was the best thing that could’ve happened to me to cure my sex addiction. That really was the last straw.