If you had told me when I was fifteen that I could one day date a sex addict, I would have thought it was a dream come true; what could be better than a girlfriend (especially a hot one) who wanted to have sex all the time. However, I would later find out that the reality is not at all what I had imagined. In reality, dating a sex addict is exhausting and stressful.
I met my girlfriend Sarah at work, she was a receptionist at my office and don't get me wrong, she was great. She was a tall redhead with bright, almost orange hair, and pale skin. She had a slim figure with long smooth legs and a firm pert arse. She was quite well spoken and seemed very classy but when I got to know her a bit I realised she had a slightly naughtier side.
We hit it off straight away and went on a few dates before we first had sex and I remember thinking at the time that she was a bit wild in bed. I just assumed it had been a while since she had been with anyone and that she was more horny than usual.
The sex was amazing, she sucked my dick like she was starving and had me on the verge of cumming in a matter of minutes. I didn't want to cum too soon so I stopped her sucking me and licked her sweet pale pussy to two orgasms before fucking her to a third and shooting a huge load of cum inside her. I had barely recovered before she was frantically trying to suck me back to life, and I managed to get it up twice more that night (which I was quite pleased with). She stayed the night and I woke up to see her straddling me and rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips, waiting impatiently for me to be hard enough to slip inside her again.
After a long slow morning fuck, we showered and went out for breakfast and then on the way back, she leaned over while I was driving and started to rub my cock through my trousers. To be honest, my cock was actually starting to ache but Sarah was gorgeous and once she got her hand in my trousers, she managed to get me hard once more. I found a secluded spot just off the road and when I parked up, I hadn't even turned the engine off before she was climbing on top of me with her skirt pulled up and frantically trying to get my cock inside her. I managed to blow another load inside her before my tired cock softened and slipped out of her pussy and then I dropped her off home and drove back to mine hoping I had finally satisfied her.
It wasn't long before I realised just how wrong I was. When we saw each other a couple of days later, she was all over me, seemingly desperate to get her clothes off and wrap her thighs around my head so I could eat her pussy. It was only a matter of minutes before she was grinding against my face screaming that she was cumming, and then immediately climbing on top of me to ride me like a bronco. We were at her place this time and as we were lying in her bed, she was casually stroking my cock and rubbing her own pussy when she said she had to tell me something that she didn't think she could hide any longer. What followed was a very strange conversation in which Sarah confided in me that she was a sex addict. It almost seemed like a joke at the time but she was being deadly serious and went on to explain that she was horny all the time and genuinely couldn't help herself. Listening to her describe it I began to realise that it really was an addiction, it was a craving, she couldn't control her behaviour any more than a drug addict or a gambling addict. Maybe I was slightly naive but I really did like Sarah, it wasn't just that she was smoking hot, she was really cool and I wanted to see where this relationship was going, so we agreed that we would keep dating and see how it went.
The next few weeks were interesting to say the least, I think Sarah was relieved that she could be totally open with me about how she was feeling and she also understood that there was no way I could possibly keep up with her sexual appetite. She basically wanted sex 24/7 and I obliged as much as I could but there was a limit to how many times I could get it up in a day, even for a girl as gorgeous as Sarah. I fucked her as often as I could and at other times I would eat out her sweet pussy (which was by far the best I had ever tasted) and finger her to as many orgasms as I could before my fingers cramped up. Even that wasn't enough and she would often masturbate several times and day, sometimes while I was there and sometimes on her own. Even when we were chilling out, just chatting or watching a movie, she would often be fingering herself or shoving a dildo into one of her holes. She had an alarmingly large collection of dildos and vibrators, and I quickly found out what a turn on it was when we were talking on the phone and I could hear either a vibrator buzzing in the background, or her breathing heavily as she fucked herself. What made it weirder is that we usually weren't talking about anything sexual, it wasn't when we were having phone sex (although we did that too) it was when we were just having a normal conversation that she would masturbate the whole time.
I had noticed before we started dating that I never saw Sarah wear trousers at work, she always wore skirts or dresses. At first I thought this was to show off her amazing legs but I later found out that it was mostly so she had easy access to her pussy. No one else at work knew this but a lot of the time, she didn't even wear underwear, it turned her on to know that she could touch her pussy any time just by slipping a hand up her skirt. There were two receptionists who worked part time, with Sarah usually on the morning shift, and she told me that most days she would slip a hand up her skirt and masturbate while she was driving home. Then she would spend much of the day using her various sex toys on herself, often while watching porn. We also watched porn together on quite a few occasions, usually when I was spent and she was lying beside me fucking herself with a rubber cock and trying to get off again and again. She was weirdly keen on gangbang videos and liked to watch girls just getting passed around from guy to guy offering all their holes to anyone who wanted them. There was a part of me that began to worry that this could be a fantasy of hers rather than just something to watch, but I tried not to think about it. We did act out a couple of things we had seen in porn movies though. My favourite was when she would put a particularly large dildo between her legs and fuck herself with it while giving me a blowjob. I can't even describe how sexy it was seeing her on her knees, with her orange hair up in a ponytail swinging around while she bobbed up and down on a big rubber cock waiting for me to spray a load of cum all over her.
We managed to carry on like this for a few months and it was exhausting, but it also made me feel a little insecure; although I understood Sarah's situation, I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't enough for her. Of course the reality is that no one would've been enough for her but that didn't stop the niggling feeling that I just wasn't good enough. Also, her insatiable desire was often really inconvenient, sometimes she was just so uncontrollably horny that she had to have a release no matter where we were or what we were doing. We often had sex in the car at the side of the road; we did it in restaurant bathrooms, in bedrooms at parties, in a broom cupboard at a wedding and around the back of pubs or party venues.