The Sexaholic

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.

It's been many men and a few short years since Louis but I would love to meet and try him again after all these years. The curious wonder of discovering what he has learned since those days. I dream of that first night where he took my virginity only each time the dream changes and I am at different ages and experience levels.

I would wake from a drugged up drunken stupor one morning, the slither of daylight peering through the crack of the curtains. It beamed across, drawing a line over my naked curved body barely covered by the mess of the duvet. I rolled over slumping and checking my phone, lots of messages all from guys wanting to meet me today and Stephen leaving a rude voice message which I listen to while semi awake "Yo bitch, you left without payment you gonna come back and pay up whatcha owe me!"

I just buried my head and I knew what he wanted and money was not on his agenda. Knowing deep down he is the best guy in town for my fix and I am hooked, his stuff is safe and he looks after his women at that drug den.

I find myself pulling myself together with a fresh lick of make up and clean tight appealing clothes. Making my way back to the drug den with my phone in hand and handbag slung over my shoulder. I take a pill to make sure he won't impregnate me before staggering in through the front door on my heels. I can hear him in the bedroom cussing with frustration before sending the semi naked girl out of the room. Our eyes meet his roll a little as a grin plays on his lips, we kiss and he holds me close to him. "Look at this tight bitch isn't she something, this petite fireball cheerleader!" I look him dead in the eye as if I am here for business with him pushing my hand down his crotch. I grope at his used semi hard cock "the brunette not doing it for you today Stephen? Why don't I settle up my tab?" Walking him towards the bedroom a little as his former partner hangs almost limp with rolled shoulders barely standing next to him. He is almost in a zombie-like state while drugged up sending her into the living space with a pat on her firm ass.

I didn't know how he was able to perform as well as he does in this state. I prepared myself as we started to strip in the bedroom. His huge black and tattooed hands all over my pale smooth clear skin which he seemed to enjoy most. He focused on my breasts and nipples before working down my curvy hips and inside both thighs to my hot sex. This was while my petite hands roamed all over his black muscled body and flesh raking my polished nails lightly raking at his skin. Kissing his neck and rubbing his huge sack then long thick shaft, he had the hardest longest cock I have ever met. Thinking of having him plunge deep inside me made me even wetter.

None of his other gang members in the other room dared interrupt, knowing Stephen he would have a loaded gun hidden but close to hand in the room somewhere. You could never tell in any of his turbulent drugged states about if he was serious about using it or not. I know what he would never use and that was a condom. I was so glad I took my pill as we slowly undressed, caressed and pulled at one another's sex. I could never love him as he mounted on top of me plunging me hard. My pale legs wide open to him, swaying my heels as the bed creaked and twanged beneath us both. The room filled with our animal breathless grunts as he had a regular metronome style thrust action with me.

Cursing about how tight my pussy was, drooling almost over his words in my face as we slobbered pressing lips. Bodies bent and curved bouncing one way and thrusting another as we fucked my orgasms would begin soaking all over him. This made him more animal sliding in and out of me like a machine gun action while pounding at me like some kind of prize fighter slapping against my wet hot clit. My pale legs would hang and slide over his dark muscled arms as he held me wide open while on my back. His dark lips would suck and bite at my sensitive body and skin with his huge tongue rolling hooked licks all over my hard nipples.

My body was on fire under him as I puffed and panted moaning breathlessly, the background r&b music loud enough accompanying our noises which no one in the other room seemed to mind. I was just as addicted to him as he was making sure he got his pleasure by having his way with me. His words were harsh and meaningless but sounding cruel as he pounded me rolling me over onto all fours to take me doggy style. His large dark palm under my belly as my breasts hung, wobbled and swayed. I nodded along pushing arches into my lower back with every deep plunge of his amazing hard black cock.

His fat fingers rubbing my erect clit as he filled me deep inside, we collided and jolted back and forth hurting me at first. I would cum all over him all the same. It would be many hours of sex with him before I would finally get dressed and leave, there was nothing loving between us. We both never wanted something serious, just the sex and a good time. We would see each other several times over the next few months, meeting together for weekends drinking, doing drugs and having alot of sex. It was fun while it lasted before we both moved on to pastures new, both of us eager to fuck other partners during our time together.

I love men, all kinds of men I know so many of my friends are particular and fussy about their partners and it may come across as being that I am such an easy slut. I just always felt variety was the spice of life and I enjoyed how different men took care and fed my sex addiction in their own way. Some were tender and loving, others were rough and ready, many were a little of both.

All were an experience that I would relish and enjoy my time with them giving them myself and my nubile body all without the risk of pregnancy or disease of course. Some men wanted to get serious and settle down with me, making their own long term plans in their minds. This would frustrate me after a good fuck with them because it meant I would have to move on and leave them out in the cold. It was the best way for me to keep rolling on from guy to guy, I was not ready to be tied down to just one.

With Stephen long out of my hair I met with my female friends and socialised watching them make their own commitments with guys.

I would meet and fuck a number of guys from the clubs we frequented moving on swiftly from one to the next with each passing few months.

I remember this one guy, Paul his name was, he was very experienced it seemed. The night we spent together we pounded one another in all kinds of hot positions on the carpeted floor. I managed to get friction burns on my knees from being on top of him that night. He enjoyed groping and slapping me, marking up my pale body all over, leaving bitten reddish blue welts on my neckline. Then there was Angelo, he was soon after Paul and a lover of giving good oral sex, I lapped up every minute of his attention when his tongue flipped and swirled down on me. I could not help myself and would come all over his face. His long fingers would rub and roll the fingertips against my clit and folds while he entered my pussy with his nice fat, short and stubby cock.

My best friend Jessica or Jessie as I would call her, was happily settled down with the same guy Mark. She was quite judgemental of my free spirited lifestyle with the men I chose, I just enjoyed doing it even more knowing it got up her nose and frustrated her. I think to myself that she was a little envious that I was doing all the things she could not bring herself to do. Little would she know is that her man liked me as well and I would meet and fuck him with out Jessie knowing. Sometimes it would be in his car, other times on the beach and one occasion at his house before she got home from work! He would sneak me out the garage door while Jessie went in through the front.

I remember the first time I fucked two men at the same time together in one night. It was an amazing experience being the centre of their attention all night. David and Sam were their names. I had invited them over to my place under the premise of socialising and drinking. However the three of us knew we wanted more than just a social call that night. Both flirted with me openly touching my body all over as I sat deliberately between them both. I would show my breasts off and widen my knees for their long stroking hands and fingertips to search for my pussy.

We were just talking and drinking up until that point where we all got more familiar with each other. Comfortable to grope and touch one another while sitting together in front of the tv. David had decided it would be fun to put on an adult channel to fuel the mood between us. Not that we all needed much visual encouragement to play, touch and more. I would kiss the both of them in turns and neither minded watching while the other took up my attention. They both had huge hard cocks. I loved the feel of them as I rubbed their groin to encourage them as they began to undress me by knocking the straps of my dress off my shoulders.

With the three of us fooling around together it was not long before we were all topless and I sucked down on Sam's hard cock as I revealed him. I could feel the palm of one of their hands at the back of my bobbing head as I slurped and slid my lips all over his hard cock. Both of them roamed hands all over my topless body caressing and cupping both my breasts and pulling on my sensitive nipples. I turned around and swapped to sucking David as Sam became a bit impatient and pulled my panties down ramming his hard cock inside my pussy.

My curved body swayed and rocked between them both as I was fucked in my pussy while sucking on another cock. More hands swept all over my body with warm wet lips pressing and biting my flesh. They were both getting more into it as much as I was between them. I loved the feel of their breath on my skin and their long snake-like brushing palms all over my body. While I would fuck one of them I would wank and suck the other and vice versa. Sometimes they would be on top and other times I would ride them, bending and curving my body as music played from the radio in the background.

It was not long after meeting David and Sam I met a new and interesting guy Richard, I only knew him through my webcam shows initially. We got talking and it turned out he was a writer for porn movies and wanted to cast me in his latest movie he was writing for. I did not know how to respond and I was curious at first but reserved and unsure about how genuine he was being. My cam shows were connected to a clit stimulator device which I placed against my clit under my panties. Whenever someone tipped me credits it would buzz and provide a brief moment of arousal. Richard was a good tipper between long conversations and he soon convinced me to meet with him to discuss the porn role he was writing for.

The day we met was at a local bar somewhere public and convenient in my small hometown. He had travelled a long way to meet however was in good spirits and confident that I would take the role. I looked over the paperwork he brought with him between drinks and a little flirting. We got along really well and I liked him alot enough to want to go to bed with him for some fun. It had been some time since I was with a man and with enough drugs and drink in my system I was open to fucking him.

We found ourselves running from the pouring rain to get a room at a run down motel. Finding our room we stripped our wet clothes off to dry and quickly mounted the bed together in eachothers arms. He had a firm body not too muscular but nice ass which I would squeeze and clutch my nails into with each of his thrusts. The creaky old bed would protest and make noise around us banging up against the wall as we rocked it back and forth. Gladly there was no one in the room next to ours to complain about the noises we made.

I was all hot and bothered by him quickly sweating all over as our bodies and lips pressed and undulated, both of us soaked and heaving with panting animal noises. There was something about the arousal of reading his script and getting to hear about his dirty fantasies that was a big turn on for me about being with him. It was not that he was well endowed or a good fuck in bed, he got into my mind and made a residence there where I imagined being his leading lady in his porn movie.

Although we had a lot of fun and passion together I still could not find myself to be too committed with him and make a relationship with him. We met a few times after for more sex but I eventually turned down his offer of starring in his porn movie.