I could not believe I had reached this point in my life so early. I am still young and successful in my career and side hustle after five years of being a cheerleader for the local team. I was both done with relationships and serious relationships but not done with men. I have been and still am obsessed with sex, with pleasures of my body and exploring those with whomever wherever I can get it.
I suppose if this confessional piece was the start of a therapy meeting I would be made to say "Hi I am Rebecca and I am a sexaholic!"
There was a part of me which preferred that term than "slut" or being considered as an easy lay. Far from it, I was choosy about my men. They needed to fit my needs and not get too hung up or serious with me for too long. After my few years with the local team cheering I moved on to doing my own webcam shows, video shorts and photo shoots. I have gathered quite a fan base mostly from the football team day and take pleasure out of teasing men while they watch me. I have a whole bunch of sex toys and sexy outfits which I put on for my shows and use on myself to gain funding.
Unfortunately my drug habit blows my funding wide out of the water, I had become addicted and now trying hard to quit. I hit the stuff mid way through my years as a cheerleader and the combination of sex and drugs was an all time thrill for me.
I had gained a few, less than savoury characters as friends which dealt me the best gear. I remember the main guy was very stern and rude by nature, Stephen I remember his name being. He would be insulting but so carefree about it. He loved sex and drugs just as much and the rumours about his libido were legendary.
I knew he wanted to fuck me and I wanted to fuck him. However I was not interested to become another one of his addicted fuck hoes he had sprawled around that grotty drug den place of his. I lost count the many times I went there and was greeted by several of his street gang. All eyeing me up and down before showing me inside, I remember always feeling the thrill of being their eye candy. I would get to hear him through the thin walls fucking some drugged up addict. The springs of the bed twanging away as the frame creaked, while his female partner would moan out loud.
I would stick around long enough to make the social call and do some drugs, watch a little tv and get hit on. I would be groped by a few of the guys but I would not go all the way with any of them. I liked being a tease for them before Stephen would stride confidently and smoke a cigarette while stepping out of the bedroom. This would be after yet another marathon sex session, he was wearing only tracksuit bottoms and gold rings on his fingers. Puffing away to himself and flirting with another woman in the living space kissing and swapping drags of weed he was smoking with her in turns. Looking up at Stephen, I could make out the shape of his huge semi hard cock through his tracksuit and would smile to myself.
He would notice me and gesture about getting it on while I would shake my head a no action but deep down I wanted to know what it would be like just once. I loved his dark skinned muscled body and the tattoos he hard sprawled in a sleeve up one arm from wrist to shoulder. He worked out and kept his body trim and had defined muscles which gave him a nice slender side profile. The young women he fucked would struggle out of the bedroom helped by a friend, their eyes all pie wide and fixed with a glaze. Their hot bodies hardly clothed again as they clopped their heels out of the bedroom. Leaning up against one another and pulling their skirts down after being fucked for several hours on end between drug smoking and drug sniffing sessions. In my drugged up state later during those heady nights while back at my apartment. I would lay there touching myself thinking of Stephens long hard long black cock inside my tiny pale clean shaven pussy. I would toy with my phone ready to contact him and meet again but chicken out at the last minute.
My contact list by now full of men all wanting to fuck me casually anyway and some of them they would reward me financially not that I charged.
I was not always like this, a sexaholic I mean, I started out as the average but reasonably liked girl in high school. I only dated one guy in my later teen years, he was older and part of the highschool team I cheered for before I moved on to the big league team. My first time was in the bleachers behind the stadium stands, there were metal frames with long wooden benches in there to get changed on. I scattered some towels on the floor for comfort as I showed Louis into the shower block.
He gently caressed and unravelled my towel revealing my bare and wet 18 year old body. We laid together on the towel floor with a rolled up one hooked behind my neck and head raising my then still developing 34b chest close to his as he mounted between my wide open legs.
He was short and abrupt with me not lasting too long but plunged nice and deep with vigorous inexperience. He held his body over mine with long strong arms for me to caress as he pumped his hard cock in and out of my virgin tight pussy. It felt good for the time we lasted together, echoing out panting and moans in the shower block risking detection. With steam filling the shower block front he running water we both made love and fucked hard on the floor in missionary position. I slung a wet smooth bare leg over the lower half of his body as he pushed, puffed and panted.
